Words with Freud

Proud moment in my Words with Friends career: My opponent played “fella,” and I added to it and made it “fellate.”

Only 12 points, but my God, the GLORY.

Advertisements

Heh…heh… [Beavis laugh]

OK, yeah, judging from the accompanying photo, the Living Social deal for “unlimited open bounce” probably doesn’t mean what my brain took it to mean.

But I still went full Beavis on it.IMG_1798.PNGI’d probably also want that to cost more than $6. But snacks are always a happy bonus, and it’s great to see them recognize the importance of hydration — unlimited open bounce is a marathon, not a sprint.

Genetic GPS.

I love spending time with my family. Well, OK, not really. But I do enjoy the opportunity to see my genetic potential for Crazy in its natural habitat and take steps to steer around it. It’s like a red traffic alert on your GPS: “Oh! Well, better not take THAT road.”

True, we’ve already established that I live on Uptight Pike, take frequent tours of the OCD Factory, and have become Foursquare mayor of the Nunnish Modesty Boutique. But I’ll be goddamned if I’m finding myself at Hoarding-Precious-Moments Junction.

In which I coin the phrase “toot my own vagina.”

Reasons I’ve Clicked “Pass” on OKCupid Profiles: General Profile Infractions, Part 2

— He says he doesn’t like “prissy, materialistic, high-maintenance women,” but one of his profile pics is of just his car…an Audi. (I’m more of a Hyundai fetishist, myself.)
— He’s making a peace sign in more than one of his profile photos. I’m not against peace, but for fuck’s sake, you’re a grown-ass man, not a 10-year-old girl.
— Similarly, he has one or more photos in which he’s flipping off the camera. If you’re giving me the finger in your profile photo, you’re never giving me that finger in my body. (And, not to toot my own vagina, but that is your loss. Like, a lot.)