Well... someone or other had the misfortune to leave my blog up on their screen... at work... and I was found out. *GASP*
Except when I got yelled at for having this wackadoodle blog, I was told it was "found" by this person, by my name. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait a minute. My real name is not attached to this blog... even I'm not that insane...
All I can figure is the finder outer MUST be jealous of my friend to have such a fabulous person as me in their lives.
On that note, I googled myself. It is always so much fun to see myself as an English man, who has the exact same name as me. Whoa! I can't imagine me without tits and with a penis. And with an accent! How COOL would that be?! Although I always get asked what country I come from... So close enough!
Today was hilarious when I was teaching. We're having the students write about a favorite memory, so both my "Master Teacher" and I shared ours. First of all, the MT is freaking awesome. She busted out singing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame". So I felt I just HAD to keep up. I told a fun little poem about the days of the hair. You know... the hair. For those of you who didn't know me when... ha! Way to miss out. Let me preface this with: it looks big here, but it looks even bigger on a projector screen.
First there were the looks of shock. The looks at the picture and looks at me, the ass-whitest person known to man. The same one who BURNED after ONE minute in a tanning bed. Then came the best question ever.
"Are you BLACK?!"
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Trojans
Mom and I were discussing last night the need to get Grandpa a birthday present from USC, seeing as how his birthday is a short three weeks away and he's so proud that I'm going to school at SC.
(Reminder: Mom went to UCLA... this is a big rivalry folks. And no, mom and I are not rivals. Reminder: I am, and will forever be, a Golden Bear. Not a small, dickless one like the poor stepchild to the south. Just had to remind people.)
(More reminder: USC's mascot or "name" is the Trojan. So folks who go to school there are the Trojans.)
Mom: The little stuffed animal idea, that says "Somebody from USC Loves Me" is cute. I mean, unless you can find any Trojan condoms lying around.
Me: Greaaaaaaaaaat idea mom! I'll get GRANDPA some condoms for this birthday! I bet he'll know what to do with them!
And you all thought it was my dad who passed down the raunchy gene. Clearly, I was screwed from the start since I got TWO genes of fun passed down.
I mean, who couldn't love my family? They're hilarious! And fun! Sticks up their asses would never happen - unless of course you dicked with me, in which case... maybe a stick up your ass? I seriously need to make sure that whatever man is my future is as fun as these people. Good times abound in my home.
Seriously though. Best mom EVER. And one who knows her daughter so well. No joke! This may be a "funny" blog, but no joke! She bribed to keep living where I'm living now. I kid you not. What did she bribe me with you ask?
A pole. Yes, you saw that right. A "stripping" pole. Granted, I'll be using mine for fitness (insert laugh track here), but still.
I CANNOT WAIT FOR IT TO COME!
Now that I've interrupted myself with that bit of necessary information, I'll get back to the point. And another story. One of my bestest friends since the dawn of time, ok, maybe not the dawn, texted me to tell me she's going with her boyfriend to check out ring sizes. Thank God the dirtiness above had yet to ensue, otherwise my dirty little head would have said,
"They make specific sizes for THOSE kinds of rings???"
Bada-bing, bada-bang.
(Reminder: Mom went to UCLA... this is a big rivalry folks. And no, mom and I are not rivals. Reminder: I am, and will forever be, a Golden Bear. Not a small, dickless one like the poor stepchild to the south. Just had to remind people.)
(More reminder: USC's mascot or "name" is the Trojan. So folks who go to school there are the Trojans.)
Mom: The little stuffed animal idea, that says "Somebody from USC Loves Me" is cute. I mean, unless you can find any Trojan condoms lying around.
Me: Greaaaaaaaaaat idea mom! I'll get GRANDPA some condoms for this birthday! I bet he'll know what to do with them!
And you all thought it was my dad who passed down the raunchy gene. Clearly, I was screwed from the start since I got TWO genes of fun passed down.
I mean, who couldn't love my family? They're hilarious! And fun! Sticks up their asses would never happen - unless of course you dicked with me, in which case... maybe a stick up your ass? I seriously need to make sure that whatever man is my future is as fun as these people. Good times abound in my home.
Seriously though. Best mom EVER. And one who knows her daughter so well. No joke! This may be a "funny" blog, but no joke! She bribed to keep living where I'm living now. I kid you not. What did she bribe me with you ask?
A pole. Yes, you saw that right. A "stripping" pole. Granted, I'll be using mine for fitness (insert laugh track here), but still.
I CANNOT WAIT FOR IT TO COME!
Now that I've interrupted myself with that bit of necessary information, I'll get back to the point. And another story. One of my bestest friends since the dawn of time, ok, maybe not the dawn, texted me to tell me she's going with her boyfriend to check out ring sizes. Thank God the dirtiness above had yet to ensue, otherwise my dirty little head would have said,
"They make specific sizes for THOSE kinds of rings???"
Bada-bing, bada-bang.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Spanked!
Well, I'm already on track of screwing up young minds. Luckily, it was only the 12th graders today.
"The Irish got spanked by the Brits in taxes".
Looking at the bright side, the not native English speaker actually understood what I was saying. The other bright side is the teacher I work with is also that... open minded.
The non bright side? Let's hope I'm not observed by a professor who has a stick up his ass.
"The Irish got spanked by the Brits in taxes".
Looking at the bright side, the not native English speaker actually understood what I was saying. The other bright side is the teacher I work with is also that... open minded.
The non bright side? Let's hope I'm not observed by a professor who has a stick up his ass.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
THAT Kind of Day
I have no patience today! Please do excuse the previous blog - that was to go on my training blog and... not so much.
On the more fun news... I start screwing up children on Monday.
Oh, I mean... student teaching.
On the more fun news... I start screwing up children on Monday.
Oh, I mean... student teaching.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Smoker
I have the bestest "family" ever, i.e. the people who make up my family who are not blood.
Christina has invited me to the Smoker. This is a big ol' party for all the soon to be doctors who have been placed and the story on the block is that they do it UP.
Christina first invited me by saying, "Well Morgan, there are going to be lots of hot black guys who are going to be doctors..." And then followed it up with, "You'll be the hit of the party! You have the boobs and the butt!" And proceeds to tell me I need to wear a tight, hot dress to show it all off.
So I tell another friend all about this Smoker, and she says, "You're getting your new stripper shoes for pole soon! You can wear those!!!"
Ok, last I checked, my goal was NOT to be getting paid for such services that can be acquired when wearing such outfits... But I am forever glad that I can provide such amusement to folks.
Irrespective, I will be wearing a hot dress to the Smoker. But if you don't mind, the stripper shoes will be staying at home. March 17th baby! Look for pictures soon thereafter. Something tells me I'll end up doing SOMETHING that makes this blog...
Christina has invited me to the Smoker. This is a big ol' party for all the soon to be doctors who have been placed and the story on the block is that they do it UP.
Christina first invited me by saying, "Well Morgan, there are going to be lots of hot black guys who are going to be doctors..." And then followed it up with, "You'll be the hit of the party! You have the boobs and the butt!" And proceeds to tell me I need to wear a tight, hot dress to show it all off.
So I tell another friend all about this Smoker, and she says, "You're getting your new stripper shoes for pole soon! You can wear those!!!"
Ok, last I checked, my goal was NOT to be getting paid for such services that can be acquired when wearing such outfits... But I am forever glad that I can provide such amusement to folks.
Irrespective, I will be wearing a hot dress to the Smoker. But if you don't mind, the stripper shoes will be staying at home. March 17th baby! Look for pictures soon thereafter. Something tells me I'll end up doing SOMETHING that makes this blog...
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Funny Friday
Yesterday going into this morning was a HOOT.
It all started at work. Yeah, go figure. I was in a meeting with a colleague and Tom, discussing social media for a special type of camp we'll be doing this summer. Tom gets on the phone with another colleague, so the other lady and I kept speaking. She was saying as if she was a student that we hope to attend the camp, "blah blah blah, FUCK the people, blah blah blah..." To which I started to die laughing, as did Tom who was still on the phone. Luckily the person on the phone didn't hear her... A woman who has never dropped a bomb before out of the blue drops the f-bomb while we have somebody on the phone. Epic.
Then came the rest of the evening. Derrick and I made plans to go to a sexy store so I could look for shoes for pole, then dinner. I invited the ol' boyfriend along because there's really very little time to see him this weekend on either of our ends, but honestly? Never expected him to come.
He came.
First, we all stopped by D's, so he could let the dogs out and all that jazz. I showed Michael the new house, then decided to be an asshole and scare the crap out of him. We stood in the bedroom and I sighed, saying I want a big bed, a California King big bed. Michael tells me that sleeping in them is really weird, because you end up at weird angles with so much space... Now remembering homeboy has said he doesn't like sharing beds... "But Michael, if we shacked up and got a king sized bed, you'd be sleeping with me without sleeping with me."
Now a man could have two reactions to this kind of comment. One being to run screaming from the house and into oncoming traffic on the street. The second being to stare at the person making the comment with a bewildered and slightly terrified expression on their faces.
Michael chose door number two. So I simply fluttered my lashes at him, and told him that he gives me problems, I give him solutions. I mean, come on now people, we can't say I'm not on top of things.
Har har har.
Moving on to the sex shop. Off we go to wonderland! The shoe part of the equation was a bust because it was a tiny shop and they had like... two pairs. Seriously, everything was a size 6. What is up with that?!
So instead, D and I made it our mission to embarrass Michael. I know, we're both jerks. I even told Michael that was our mission, just so he could prepare himself. We still managed to pink him up a little. Yes, we discussed shoes, then the size of dildos, then anal beads, then mesh lined underwear for men while trying to figure out where exactly Mr. Pointy goes... and then the games. Ho boy the games. Not going to lie, they had a raunchy minds game. I desperately wanted to buy it. Everybody else would need to drink before playing, me on the other hand? Since when do I need booze to have a dirty mind?
At dinner Michael got his payback, albeit inadvertently. He's been working with a client for quite a few weeks, and at another time, a whole lot of few weeks, that deals in kitchenware. Well, I never really figured out the kitchenware part, so whenever M said, "I'm going to Blah in City," I'd just nod my head and smile. Well, he brought up the kitchenware in conjunction with the client last night, and I perked up and said, "Oh!!! So that's who they are!!!" He looked at me with such utter shock, I almost crawled under the table... Oh well, I don't suffer much embarrassment, even if I do have two of my best friends laughing their asses off at me.
All in all, a fantastic evening. It was my man's first time visiting a sexy shop (don't you love how I made that nice?!) and I give him all the credit in the world for enjoying himself (I think???) and going with the flow. I'm a nutball to date, and he's clearly done quite the job of it.
Now onto this morning... I've been looking for shoes. Yes yes, stripper shoes. I finally decided to scope out the Playboy Bunny Shop site, figuring at least they're a "reputable" company. Is it just wrong that I really like some of the shirts?
On that bombshell, go have yourself a sexy day. Unless you're my man, then please don't, since I won't be seeing you :P. Unless you're thinking of me of course...
(Clearly I needed to make him pink up one last time...)
It all started at work. Yeah, go figure. I was in a meeting with a colleague and Tom, discussing social media for a special type of camp we'll be doing this summer. Tom gets on the phone with another colleague, so the other lady and I kept speaking. She was saying as if she was a student that we hope to attend the camp, "blah blah blah, FUCK the people, blah blah blah..." To which I started to die laughing, as did Tom who was still on the phone. Luckily the person on the phone didn't hear her... A woman who has never dropped a bomb before out of the blue drops the f-bomb while we have somebody on the phone. Epic.
Then came the rest of the evening. Derrick and I made plans to go to a sexy store so I could look for shoes for pole, then dinner. I invited the ol' boyfriend along because there's really very little time to see him this weekend on either of our ends, but honestly? Never expected him to come.
He came.
First, we all stopped by D's, so he could let the dogs out and all that jazz. I showed Michael the new house, then decided to be an asshole and scare the crap out of him. We stood in the bedroom and I sighed, saying I want a big bed, a California King big bed. Michael tells me that sleeping in them is really weird, because you end up at weird angles with so much space... Now remembering homeboy has said he doesn't like sharing beds... "But Michael, if we shacked up and got a king sized bed, you'd be sleeping with me without sleeping with me."
Now a man could have two reactions to this kind of comment. One being to run screaming from the house and into oncoming traffic on the street. The second being to stare at the person making the comment with a bewildered and slightly terrified expression on their faces.
Michael chose door number two. So I simply fluttered my lashes at him, and told him that he gives me problems, I give him solutions. I mean, come on now people, we can't say I'm not on top of things.
Har har har.
Moving on to the sex shop. Off we go to wonderland! The shoe part of the equation was a bust because it was a tiny shop and they had like... two pairs. Seriously, everything was a size 6. What is up with that?!
So instead, D and I made it our mission to embarrass Michael. I know, we're both jerks. I even told Michael that was our mission, just so he could prepare himself. We still managed to pink him up a little. Yes, we discussed shoes, then the size of dildos, then anal beads, then mesh lined underwear for men while trying to figure out where exactly Mr. Pointy goes... and then the games. Ho boy the games. Not going to lie, they had a raunchy minds game. I desperately wanted to buy it. Everybody else would need to drink before playing, me on the other hand? Since when do I need booze to have a dirty mind?
At dinner Michael got his payback, albeit inadvertently. He's been working with a client for quite a few weeks, and at another time, a whole lot of few weeks, that deals in kitchenware. Well, I never really figured out the kitchenware part, so whenever M said, "I'm going to Blah in City," I'd just nod my head and smile. Well, he brought up the kitchenware in conjunction with the client last night, and I perked up and said, "Oh!!! So that's who they are!!!" He looked at me with such utter shock, I almost crawled under the table... Oh well, I don't suffer much embarrassment, even if I do have two of my best friends laughing their asses off at me.
All in all, a fantastic evening. It was my man's first time visiting a sexy shop (don't you love how I made that nice?!) and I give him all the credit in the world for enjoying himself (I think???) and going with the flow. I'm a nutball to date, and he's clearly done quite the job of it.
Now onto this morning... I've been looking for shoes. Yes yes, stripper shoes. I finally decided to scope out the Playboy Bunny Shop site, figuring at least they're a "reputable" company. Is it just wrong that I really like some of the shirts?
On that bombshell, go have yourself a sexy day. Unless you're my man, then please don't, since I won't be seeing you :P. Unless you're thinking of me of course...
(Clearly I needed to make him pink up one last time...)
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
For a Special Friend...
A long while back, I was in LA and there may or may not have been a quest.
A quest to find man thongs. Specifically a metallic silver one. I would have liked to see a red metallic one, but regardless. I was reminded of this quest this evening and few quotes in conjunction with said memory...
Before heading out on the quest...
"I need to get cash, I don't want this showing up on my debit card. 30 bucks won't take me too far"
"Were you planning on buying more than one thong?"
"I don't intend to buy anything more, but I'm with my dear friend Morgan, who convinces me to buy things I do not need"
(Which, by the way, I did. We both walked out with two forms of massage oil and a few joke gifts)
Upon our first shop stop...
"This looks like a classy joint"
"I don't think sex shop and classy are synonymous terms."
And as this special friend was postulating about a recent experience with a young man who we may or may not have gone to school with...
"I know you have a penis. I'm not impressed"
A quest to find man thongs. Specifically a metallic silver one. I would have liked to see a red metallic one, but regardless. I was reminded of this quest this evening and few quotes in conjunction with said memory...
Before heading out on the quest...
"I need to get cash, I don't want this showing up on my debit card. 30 bucks won't take me too far"
"Were you planning on buying more than one thong?"
"I don't intend to buy anything more, but I'm with my dear friend Morgan, who convinces me to buy things I do not need"
(Which, by the way, I did. We both walked out with two forms of massage oil and a few joke gifts)
Upon our first shop stop...
"This looks like a classy joint"
"I don't think sex shop and classy are synonymous terms."
And as this special friend was postulating about a recent experience with a young man who we may or may not have gone to school with...
"I know you have a penis. I'm not impressed"
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