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Hey Doctor, Can I Get a Laugh?

So yesterday I went to get a physical and have a few of my shots updated, as required by my grad school. Now, like everyone else, I am not a huge fan of going to the doctors, you know that you are going to find out something you don’t want to. However, I was buoyed by the fact that my balls would get rolled in a check for testicular cancer, which always has potential.

ball check

I decided though to make fun of a bad situation and have some fun with the doctor, you know show some personality, lighten the situation. But what I found was a wall of non laughter, which made me want to get a laugh out of them that much more. In fact it got the point where I got to be so hacky that it was depressing. Here is a sample of the hits and misses from yesterday:

Doctor: Do you smoke?

Me: (in a very serious voice) Just crack.

Doctor:
Well that leads me into my next question about any drug habits you may have.

Reaction:
What? Not even a snicker, the timing was perfect. I had to explain that I didn’t do crack after that because I didn’t want them to think I was Pookie from New Jack City.

newjack

Doctor:
Is there any history of mental illness in your family?

Me:
Well my parents are divorced I am sure they each have a very different answer.

Doctor:
No… I mean diagnosed.

Reaction:
Ok it was lame… I wish I could have gotten a mulligan for that one.


Doctor:
The only two things I would have you do is get a blood check done to check your cholesterol and I would also recommend to get a STD test, being a young sexually active male. That test is done with blood and with urine…

Me: When my friend had that done they put a giant q-tip in the tip of his…

Doctor: With current technology we don’t need to probe.

Me: Phew, because that is really a hole that is exit only.

Doctor: So, should I order the tests?

Reaction:
I’m standing by that one, that was funny.

All told I dropped four or five jokes with none of them getting a laugh. But the worst part about it was, no ball check, I must leave that to privacy of my own shower.

It was truly a sad day.

What are some of your uncomfortable Doctor appointments?

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  • Is Blog Talk Radio the Most Vain Thing Ever?

    It seems like everyone and their mother has a blog talk radio show at this point, well everyone that blogs on MySpace. I think people get to a point where they have nine people reading them and decide it is time to branch out. Hey I get it, people want to try new things, there is nothing wrong with that. The problem though is in the execution…

    Don’t get me wrong there are a handful of shows that I have heard that are decent, mostly it is because they go out and get guests, be it independent writers or musicians. But most of them are just exercises in vanity, mostly what you would expect from the usual suspects. Where they go on, talk about themselves and the sycophants follows, stroking their ego. They think it is their stepping stone into radio, but in reality if anyone that listens to a cut of their show isn’t one of their readers the shows comes off as too “inside” and ego driven. So it just shows that the show is an exercise in vanity that it makes it impossible for people unfamiliar with their stuff to enjoy it.

    Let me draw you up a sample show of 90% of the shows that are out there:

    Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, my blog, me, me, me, me, me, me, myblog, me, me, me, me, me,this is my only way to gain acceptance because mommy didn’t like me, me, me, me, my blog, me, me, me, me… Let co-host talk about me.

    Me, me, me, midgets having sex, me, me, time to take a call.

    Caller Ivy from Chicago, stroke ego, stroke ego, stroke ego, stroke ego, hang up.
    Me, me, me, me, me, I strangle myself while masturbating, me, me, me, me, my blog, me, I’m great, me, me.

    Caller 2, my sister, trying to pretend to be someone else, stroke ego, stroke ego, stroke ego, hang up.

    amy winehouse
    (A random picture of Amy Winehouse)

    Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, say something else that isn’t halfway intelligent, me, me, me, dolphin rape, me, me, me.

    Another caller that sounds strangely like Ivy but gives a different name, when in fact it is Ivy but was asked by the host to call in again so their show didn’t come off as unpopular.

    Me, me, me, me, I’m vapid, me, me, me.

    Rinse and repeat.

    Now if you like that stuff, well then more power to you, but I would think for you think for yourselfers out there it would be a tad bit grating.

    So with that being said, I am going to be a guest on a blog talk radio show tonight!!!!! Robbie Friedman has offered asked me to go on his show, so instead of watching my typical hours of porn on Thursday (what I have begun to affectionately call ‘multiple manifestations of masturbating midgets Thursday”) I figured I would be a guest.

    Time: 8:00 pm West Coast time = 11:00pm East Coast Time

    Where to listen: Click here

    Number to call in and harass me:(646) 652-4885

    So there you go…

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  • Kobayashi Hurts Jaw, Americans Have Chance

    Sorry to have a third post about sports this week, but this is one that I know everyone follows… competitive eating…

    kobayashi

    If you haven’t heard yet, Japanese eating machine Kobayashi hurt his jaw and is going to have to pull out of the Nathan’s Famous HotDog Eating Contest. When I read the news I was shocked, it was like Kobe Bryant having to take time off from basketball after contracting herpes from a girl he raped in a hotel room… Not that Kobe would do anything like that.

    This leaves a major void in the world of competitive eating, and it gives America a chance to retake the crown, so I am going to examine our best hopes for the competitive eating championship.

    But before I give you my in-depth, expert analysis on the single greatest sport known to mankind, let me give you a little background and explain to you the pure domination that is Kobayashi. Last year in winning the title he put down 53 and three quarters hot dogs in twelve minutes, I don’t think I have eaten 53 hot dogs in my entire life. Not only did he set a world record in earning that title, he also is the champion at eating cow brains and rice balls. I would even say that he is the most dominate athlete in our lifetime, so you all kind of understand how big this opportunity is for us to regain the title.

    Here our are best options:

    1) A Random Hooker from CraigsList-

    hooker

    We all know my affinity for CraigsList Hookers, which you can read about here, you have to figure that they have had so many cocks in their mouths that they should be able to knock these hot dogs back with no problem. However I have a slight concern about the amount of food they can hold in their stomach, you have to figure the drug addiction and the never eating thing would make them barf after three hot dogs.

    On the other hand desperation is always a good thing, you dangle enough money in front of these girls they will do anything, including a Cincinnati Bow-tie.

    2) My Uncle Bob-

    uncle bob

    That lobster was alive until he saw my Uncle coming and hung himself. Rumor has it that my uncle once ate Cleveland and then shit it out, thus explaining the current state of the city. (Note to Cleveland: Putting in a rock and roll museum does not change the fact that you are still Cleveland.)

    Now I know you are all waiting for me to take a shot at a fat celebrity like Rosie O’Donnell or perhaps make a Star Jones busting her stomach staple joke. But that would be too easy, sure I thought about raising John Candy from the dead but that would just be cruel, well not as cruel as saying Michael J. Fox would suck because he couldn’t hold a hot dog. Anyways… our next best hope would be:

    3) Paris Hilton-

    paris hilton

    I know we are all so sick of hearing about her, but you know she wants to keep this public attention going. What better way to do that and capture America’s heart than to win the Nathan’s Famous Hot Dog Eating Contest? Think about the story, the impending movies deals, the books, the paparazzi, the visits to Larry King Live… I mean really who could think of a better story. The hotel heiress comes out of the slammer and is in the need of a major junk food binge, hearing that Kobayashi is hurt, she recognizes that she is America’s best hope at regaining the title.

    Picture this scene: She arrives via helicopter with “The Ride of the Valkyries” blasting at high volume, the press taking tons of pictures, flash bulbs bursting everywhere. Hilton steps to the table and eats “69″ hot dogs blowing away the competition, after eating the last dog she daintily pats the corners of her mouth like she just came from tea time. She easily could have eaten eaten more but afterwards explains, “I stopped on my favorite number.” When asked why she did this, she just answers with “America, that’s hot” and drapes herself in the American flag. The New York Post then has her on the front page the next day “That’s Hot…Dog” and she is America’s new sweetheart.

    Can anyone think of a better way to redeem her image? Well besides hanging herself with a strap from a prada bag.

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    This is the second part of my series on how I have no moral compass in officiating youth sports.

    Part II- Does this Uniform Make Me Look Sexy?

    There was this girl that I always ran into while I was out at the bar, we never really talked that often but I always thought she was rather attractive. For some reason I just never had a chance to talk with her, that was until I showed up to officiate a local game and she was the head coach. We talked for like ten minutes before the game, flirted a little, and I knew that I had to make sure I gave her the benefit of the doubt on any call possible. If I was going to be able to continue to flirt with her she had to be in a good mood, and losing does not put a person in a good mood.

    The calls weren’t as blatant or as bad as the other game, plus her team had some good players. They had the lead midway through the second half when the greatest thing happened, a player from the other team shoved one of her players. I carded the girl (which means: gave her a warning, if she gets another card she gets kicked out), who immediately fell to the ground and started having a temper tantrum. Now when you hear that you must be thinking I was at a game with 6 year olds, nope she was 13 or 14.

    soccer

    I stood there for a second trying not to laugh, I figured I would give her the chance to compose herself. That didn’t happen, she looked up at me with her face red and tears pouring down her cheeks, I just smirked back and told her she needed to get up so we could continue the game. She then got up all huffy and mumbled something under her breath, all I caught was the word “damn.” So I gave her a second card and threw her out of the game because of her use of language.

    Yeah I know I just told you a story where the coach dropped the “f-bomb” on me, but hey I wanted to see if this girl would try to stab me with her shin guards or something. There could have been a million dollar lawsuit in the works…

    This time she collapsed into a lifeless heap onto the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, I had to go over to the bench to have the coach escort her off the field. He asked me why I had given her the second card and I told him it was because of her language, which made him disgusted at her leading to him ripping her a new asshole about knowing better.

    After the game I asked my coach crush (that sounded like something out of Seventeen) to meet me out that night for a drink, which she did, that could have been considered the high point, after all I have been known to like female soccer players.

    female soccer fan

    It just wasn’t as good as when I started to walk to my car, I passed by the girl and her family, as soon as she saw me she started crying again. Yet another girl I had put into therapy, and she didn’t even date me.

    When people cry and spaz out, is it a sign to let it go or pile it on?

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    For two summers I was a soccer official for youth travel teams. It was really good extra money, anywhere from 30-50 bucks for a couple of hours of work, and it was an enjoyable way to make some cash. Plus the way I looked at it I was getting paid to get my ass out there and run, oh and the soccer moms weren’t too bad either but that is another blog for another day.

    About halfway through the season two things always happened to me:

    1) I got bored
    2) I found teams that I liked and didn’t like.

    girl soccer

    Now my role as an official was to not be biased and for the most part I wasn’t, but I honestly slipped up every once and awhile. Here were my two favorite slip ups:

    The Social Experiment:
    I had one boys game that was ridiculously lopsided, one team had the bare number of players to start the game because most of their players were away at camp. You could tell that this wasn’t their cream of the crop and they were going to get slaughtered, it may have or may not have been their special Olympics squad.

    The other team had a full squad and basically started laying it on, scoring five times midway through the first half. It was kind of annoying me that the players on the winning team were talking trash, it was like Keith Richards calling Lyndsay Lohan an amateur with her drug use. (Okay I don’t know how either are connected I just wanted to see how that looked in writing and I felt like using a picture of Keith Richards today, sue me.)

    keith richards

    So I decided to see if extremely lopsided officiating could sway the game to make it close. I decided to not give the other team a call unless it was so blatant that I HAD to, basically they had to be raped or maimed. On the other hand I made sure to give the other team every call imaginable, including two bogus penalty kicks and me tossing out the other teams best player. If they so much as brushed against the other team I was calling it. There was one call that I was 40 yards away from, with like 6 players blocking me and I called a handball.

    “Are you fucking kidding me? You are like 75 yard away, with the sun in your eyes and two teams in between you and the ball. And you are making that call,” was the kick ass reaction I got from the coach of the team in the lead. As I jogged by him I turned and said, “I could hear it.”

    The crappy team still lost the game 6-4, but those kids really got enjoyment out of storming back with their wayward roster. Also I am pretty sure the other teams coach filed a report against me or destroyed me in his post game rating, but I had the last laugh because I slept with one of the player’s mothers. So in some cosmic form it all evens out in the end.

    This went a little longer than I expected so I am just going to break it into two parts.

    soccer mom

    Is it morally wrong to use your position of power to screw with people for shits and giggles? How many times have you done it?

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  • At What Age Can You Start Making Fun of Other Peoples Kids?

    Recently my nephew had graduation from pre-school, which was a cute little event to go to. His class is really interesting because it is a real cross section of the people that live around here: middle class, straight thugs, well off, and all different races. Since I have been off school I have been able to go to a few events at his preschool and have been able to start sizing up some of the kids he is in class with. Children, in general, at the age of 4 and 5 are total freaks, which is okay because they are kids, they are supposed to be a spaz. There are some really good kids in that class and with the good there is always the bad.

    At this age though you can see their personalities develop and you start finding out that there are kids that you flat out don’t like. The thing is I don’t know if I should just feel sad for the kid or if my thoughts are okay? For example one kid Jaron has straight gangsters for parents, like stereotypical down to the dress and prison ink. The kid is a thug too, he is a bully in class, already uses foul language and basically every single parent hates the kid. I was sitting in back for their graduation the other day and when he walked across the stage I said under my breath, “Wow this is the last diploma he will ever see.” Apparently I said it a little louder than I thought and got a laugh from a few of the families around me, one father had to get up and leave the room because he was busting up so hard.

    So obviously other people think the same way, it doesn’t make it right or validate it but they do.

    Then there is this girl Angela in his class, she is the ring leader of a lot of the trouble and you can tell she has a very demanding personality at the age of 5. She isn’t demanding in a prissy little girl type of way, she is grating and demanding in a full blown bitch type of way. You just know she is going to make a man miserable for the rest of his life, emasculating him to the point where he doesn’t sneeze without getting permission first. The parents are kind of mixed on her because she isn’t kicking the crap out of the other kids but you can see her negative, know it all attitude, rub off on some of the kids.

    After graduation there was a reception, she walked by and a few of the parents and myself. One of the kids ran away from her saying “she had cooties.” Which of course led me to add, as he ran away, out of hearing distance, “Yeah one is lodged permanently in her ass.” Again I got a laugh, even one mother saying, “She is such a little bitch, I hate volunteering and dealing with her.”

    Are we all just judgmental pricks? Or at age five can you start making fun of other people’s kids?

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