Labias and Roast Beef Sandwiches

Things that don't mix...oil and water, fire and gasoline, water and electricity and most defiantly Labia's and Roast Beef Sandwiches!!! 

Yesterday (while sitting on my ASS) I saw this horrific video being displayed on my television:

(Click to watch below)

A Different Kind of Mommy Makeover

Yes my friends, that video just compared a woman's Labia to a Roast Beef Sandwich (Are you still thinking Arby's) and then proceeded to CUT it off!!! 

Holy Shittah!!!!!

Now excuse me while I ponder this....is this a normal problem to have that your labia dangles down so far and you are forced to roll it up like a hobo's homemade cigarette to go bike riding or wear a pair of pants?  And do your meat flaps get in the way of sexual intercourse, getting tangled up and stuck back inside you?  Perhaps your giant fun curtains were slapping your man's testicles so hard that he is now sterile and you can cancel that vasectomy he had scheduled for later that month.  I don't know-I guess anything is possible, but you'd have to pay me a LOT of money to show up on national TV as I was pulling a wagon full of my own vag behind me to announce to the WORLD I had that problem. 

Now things that do go together:  ME and Ian Somerhalder's crotch!  Holy Fuck!  Did you see him on Live today? Just a side note Me and Ms J were suppose to go see him when he was scheduled to be on Anderson Live last Tuesday-but he cancelled so we didn't go...boo!  But had we been in the audience for the Live show today--well, there might have been some problems...and not with our Labia's!! 

xoxo
ms m

Country Crabs that Live Down Under

Dear blogspot diary, (no one reads us anymore so this is just a journal now right, Ms M?)

I have been sad lately because the morning show I listen to decided to switch to country. Ms M and I have loved, well liked, the Bobby Bones show for years. It has been our show when we were sick of listening to Kelly Raspberry talk about Emma Kelly.

So Ms M and I tried to listen to Bones on his new station. Tried is the operative word here. Unfortunately our ears cringe when we hear country music. Let's go in our lemony time machine and find out why...

Its Freezing Balls!

We had the luck of sitting with- let's call her -Swinger Sally at work. We call her Swinger Sally because she was an avid (?) swinger. Not sure if that is the correct adjective for a swinger, but anyways, she did it a lot. And then would come to work and share her swinging tales. How you ask does this affect our feelings toward country music?  Well, she was the biggest fan of the honky tonk. Rockin the boots, the buckle and even working  part time at a western wear store on some nights and weekends. This leads to Ms M and I correlating that country music goes with crabs. No, not the crabs you find for sale at the store or along a pretty beach... (At least I hope not). We speak of the down under crabs.

So dear Bobby Bones, I am truly glad to not have to hear Kesha every five minutes during your show, but can you please limit the number of songs that remind us of crusty country crabs? If you love us, you will stick to playing Carrie Underwood and Kelly Clarkson, and lay off playing "She Cranks My Tractor"... Thanks!

Sex Toy Testing or Working... You Pick

So as many of you may or may not know care I had to give up my job back in September to move to this cesspond of a city for my husbands job.  This truly is a tooth optional township, actually I think people leave their choppers at the state line. I really think we should find our Real Estate Agent and bash her knee caps in for telling us to move here....anyhooo...  I really didn't think anything about leaving my old job because I hated it so much-actually I was quite excited about the opportunity of finding something new...that is until I came into contact with the "lovely" people of this little town we now have to live in.  Now it has become apparent that I most definitely would not get along with these over religious, toothless, greasy, bitches.  I mean-I'm pretty sure when they start talking to me with their shards of teeth dangling in the breeze about Jesus, Mary and Sinning they don't want to hear me say something about Henry Cavill's massive Man Dong and how it would look spectacular shimmering in the right lighting.... 

Jesus Loves you?  Too bad he hated your teeth....

So my days are now spent with my ass planted on the couch watching mindless TV...and it was during an episode of The Doctors when the most exciting career opportunity was presented to me!!!

SEX TOY TESTING!!!!! 

 

 

 I know Ms J is back to work and hating every minute of the corporate world again...Ms J this career could be for you too!! 

 

 

 

I know, I know...we are sex toy virgins and all.....but if you are going to pay me 40,000 to shove a purple pecker up my choch and rate it....ok.  I mean lets compare:  Sit at a boring desk for 8 to 9 hours a day doing BORING engineering office work oooorrrr Glam my Clam for 15 minutes and get the same pay..and perhaps a little "more"...  um-that sounds like an easy decision!

 

xoxo

buzzzzz buzzzzz

ms m