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Thursday, May 31, 2012

Jay's Imaginary Friend


Hola weirdoes! I struggled to come up with a blog topic for today, but can’t come up with anything. So, I’m simply going to post some of the conversations I’ve had with my imaginary friend who will be referred to as “IF” from here out.

Jay: “Why don’t you have a name? Shouldn’t my invisible friend have a name?”
IF: “I dunno. Give me a name if you want.”
Jay: “How bout …. Wait. Are you male or female?”
IF: “I’m whatever you want me to be. Also, I saw that you originally wrote “mail” instead of “male.” What a dumb ass.”
Jay: “You’re female”
IF: “Oh that’s rude.”
Jay: “I’m gonna pretend you have a great ass then.”
IF: “I hate being objectified like that.”
Jay: “Hey! If my imaginary friend is female, does that make me gay?”
IF: “No, it makes you lonely in addition to crazy.”
Jay: “Oh, okay.”
IF: “And kind of pathetic.”
Jay: “That’s enough, thanks.”
IF: “And sensitive.”
Jay: “Oh look! posted a pic of her ice cream!” 
IF: “Nice! I’d let her lick my fudgsicle.”
Jay: Me t… What the fuck does that mean?”
IF: “You know, my …. ‘fudgsicle’”
Jay: “But you’re female. You don’t have a ‘fudgsicle.’”
IF: “Okay, I’d let her lick my banana split!”
Jay: “What. The. Fuck?”

Jay: “You know what I need?”
IF: “A life?”
Jay: “Well, that and something else.”
IF: “To lose weight?”
Jay: “Totally uncalled for!”
IF: “A personality?”
Jay: “You’re the worst fucking Imaginary Friend ever!”
IF: “Hey, you created me.”
Jay: “I wish I hadn’t.”
IF: “That’s another thing you need.”
Jay: “What?”
IF: “A better imagination.”
Jay: “You know what? Fuck you.”
IF: “Well, somebody is a little touchy.”
Jay: “Cunt.”
IF: “Damn! You went right for the C-Word?”

IF: “You know calling me the C-Word is really mean.”
Jay: “You deserved it.”
IF: “Did not.”
Jay: “You’ve been nothing but mean to me all night.”
IF: “I didn’t know you were so touchy.”
Jay: “I’m the only person who has an imaginary friend who is a meanie.”
IF: “Ha! You suck.”
Jay: “I think I’m going to create a better Imaginary Friend.”
IF: “Oh really?”
Jay: “Another chick, but a nice one. A ½ Asian and ½ Latina babe.”
IF: “Hey now! That’s actually kind of creative.”
Jay: “Yeah it is … Bye!”
IF: “Asshole.”

Jayman
Jayman3768@gmail.com
@Jayman_IWS

In other news, on I’m With Stupid we celebrated Matt-Man’s 25th Wedding Anniversary today. Matt talked about his wedding and some of the early days of marriage, we took calls from a couple of goofballs, and then we talked about some of the keys to a long and loving relationship. It was deep, thoughtful and humorous all at once. Check it out!


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Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Thuggin' It with Bryce Firestone IV

What is up..?  And word to you urban sprayers of paint, and collectors of beer cans, and “down with it” baubles.

My name is Bryce Firestone IV, and I am the official ne’er-do-well type thug of I’m With Stupid.

Don’t allow my deaf jam, yet finely coiffed, and well-appointed good looks fool you.  I am down with the thuginization of America and her hip hop, gangster sub-culture.

I am here to let you know that I, Bry-Fi as my posse calls me, am such a damn thug, that I make the photog that The Biebs pummeled upon, seem like the guy who got Britney Spears drunk and still was cohabitationally rebuked from her ubiquitous vagina.

Anyway, or as I say on the mean, yet artfully landscaped boulevards of Pepper Pike, Ohio…

“Listen upward my raw, yet cherished blokes and mates!!”

I, this past Saturday, graduated from Orange High School, which is one of the premier public High Schools in the United States.

Sure, my less than adequate, yet more than fiducially capable mother and father, wanted me to attend a private secondary educational facility, but I said unto them in the summer of 2008...

“I break dance with the ones who sat with me in the limo; I want to continue to immerse my gray matter in proximity of my posse of Jared, Evan, and Danforth.”

My years in school have been beyond compare.

Beginning with my first step into Moreland Hills Elementary School at age six, until I, with nobility and a menacing, thug-like fashion, at the age of eighteen, walked across the stage of Orange High School in order to collect my High School diploma, have always been known as, “the cool guy.”

The ladies love my Adonis-like body and my Ovid-like oratory, while the men respect and envy, my dastardly Cassanova-type charades and devil-may-care, Churchilian hi-jinx.

Ha…What’s a thug life lover like me to do?  I’ll tell you what.

My mother and father wanted to buy me a Volvo XC60 for graduation.  Ha, I and my thug lifestyle said to the parental units…

“If you loved me, you would buy your favorite progeny and thug something a little less Neil Patrick Harris, and a little more Charles Sheen.”

Who won that debate?  Yours truly…Bry-Fi.

The Bry-Meister is now tooling around the mean streets of Pepper Pike, Ohio in a bad arsed, SAAB 95.  I am the Wayne Newton of Northeast Ohio, my friends.

I am Bry-Fi…King Thug.

And to put an exclamation point on my living on the edge behavior?

My mother, father, and grandfather wanted to send me to their alma mater, Ohio Wesleyan.  Ha!!

Those Methodists have no madness going on.  So…

I am going to grunge it out and thug it out the only way I know, and that is to matriculate at a Lutheran school and wear an off the rack suit while doing so.

You see...ever since Martin Luther, those Lutherans have been off the hook!!

Wittenberg University here I come, and listen Mom, Dad, and Grandfather…

I know you want me to major in Finance and minor in Banking, but my thug lifestyle and spirit won’t allow me to do that.

My free spirit is calling upon me, Bry-Fi, to major in Micro-Economics and minor in Macro-Economics.

Ha...

See what I did there with the irony of my major and minors?  I truly am a hilarious, randy thug of shall we say, unmarried morality.

Oh Boyz in the Hood!!  My SAAB 95, my bad arsed thuggery, and my off the rack suit, so disavow you relics. So bring on the Lutheran lifestyle, and bring on the thug that is Bry-Fi.

Cheers!!
Bry-Fi

neshobadude@yahoo.com
@mattmaniws

Monday, May 28, 2012

We're Kind of Boring


Hola kids! As many or most of you know, I had a little family reunion to attend over the weekend. So, I thought I should come in here today and report back to everyone on how things went. The only problem is, there’s really not much to report. I mean, we went over to Yellville and hung out with everyone and had a nice time but that’s about it. There’s nothing all that exciting happening like there is with so many other families.

There wasn’t any good drama. Nobody got into an argument. A couple of cousins didn’t start shoving each other and square off while striking their best “Come at Me Bro” poses. Nobody had to separate an uncle and a nephew as they argued over who is the better chef, Giada De Laurentiis or Ina Garten. Nor was there any “Get your sister/brother and gather your stuff we’re leaving RIGHT NOW!” moments.

There weren’t any domestic disputes either. You know, husband and wife having a little disagreement because Mom let the kids have an Orange Crush and dad is mad because MY GOD they already had a Grape Shasta with their chips and salsa just 4 hours ago. Those are always fun because they rarely start over something important but they end with them going downstairs or into the garage and yelling at each other. And while they’re doing that the whole rest of the family sits in awkward silence because we can all hear them.

There was no “girl drama.” This usually ends with a female age 13 to 40 stomping off in a huff to one of the bedrooms and burying her face in the pillows crying cause she’s very sensitive and someone has hurt her feelings. The reasons for this can range from the silly personal insult to something very serious like someone saying “You know, Justin Bieber is a HUGE tool.” Girls are touchy. (Okay, for some families this where the whole “She was touched in her happy place by the creepy uncle, but we won’t get into that.”

And we don’t have Herb Tarlek’s or Jeff Lebowski’s. (Although I really have been tempted to do either one from time to time, but never have.) Anyway, we don’t have any really weird family members who show up in a polyester suit with a white belt and white shoes or their PJ’s. No really obnoxious uncle or cousin, who talks really loud, tells really inappropriate jokes in front of children and gets super sloppy drunk and pees his pants.

See? We’re just regular everyday people who get together and hang out around the pool or in the house and shoot the breeze. We have a few beers or other adult beverages and then chow down on some BBQ ribs, beans, slaw, corn on the cob, mystery meat, funky salads, potato casseroles and of course desserts. Yummy desserts!

Most everyone is this family is so laid back and unassuming that things like this don’t result in any great stories to tell. Nobody pries into anyone’s private life. There’s not any (or much) gossipin’ going on. No (or not much) judging. No interventions. We’re all just so boring.

I see so many blog posts and status updates from people about family drama and excitement that happens at their get-togethers and I’m always just amazed. Hell, I even envy some of those people because they have something fun and interesting to tell everyone about.

Anyway, it was a nice and pleasant day and it was great seeing everyone. Ho-Hum.

Jayman
Jayman3768@gmail.com
@Jayman_IWS

Memorial Day 2012: Here's To The Dead, Not The Ratings And Poll Grabbing Undead

Happy Memorial Day from IWS!!

Okay wait…um…

Somber Memorial Day from IWS!?

Neither salutation seems to fit, um…

Anyhoo, it is Memorial Day, and millions of Americans across our great nation are celebrating this day in the form of can’t miss Sealy Mattress Sales, drunken cookouts, and watching septuagenarian Shriners drive around in tiny, tiny cars on Main Street U.S.A.

It’s the one day a year when, barring a new war, that Lee Greenwood gets some of his long lost fame, and relevance back, and actually gets some air play outside the mothball smelling stages of Branson, MO.

Do I sound bitter about Memorial Day and our Armed Forces?  Do I sound as though I am some suffering bowl of Liberal succotash?  Do I sound like an anti-military hater?

Well my friends…I am not.  Not in the least.

Hell, in 1987 I tried to enlist into the Air Force and was stricken down by an unwillingness on the government’s behalf of accepting a 22 year old man who was nearly legally blind and had a case of bronchitis into their armed services.  Petty fuckers.

Indeed, some see me as some type of Liberal Chucklehead who hates the military, and wants nothing to do with it to the point where I hate Memorial Day.

You know what I would like to say to people like that?

“Y’all can kiss my red, white, and blue ass, bend down and suck my Manifest Destiny dick, and go self-asphyxiate your own, sunshine patriot asses, because I am a REAL American, and I know what Memorial Day is all about.”

Memorial Day began as a day to honor the dead who fought in the Civil War, and then grew to a day where we, as Americans, honor the dead of every war in which this nation has offered her men and women.

And now?

Ever since 9/11, EVERY fucking day consists of a “thank you for your service“, “let’s honor the men and women who serve”, and “thank you for defending us” type of thing from every radio and TV outlet and host in this nation.

Those words have become meaningless, and today, Memorial Day 2012 we will hear those empty, ratings, and poll approving words said yet again, in an attempt by each cable network and candidate trying to prove that THEY are the most patriotic.  Ha…

FOX News doesn’t give a shit.  No politician gives a shit.  Most Americans don’t give a shit.

FOX News will fly the flag above a LIVE soldier. A Politician will shake the hand of a LIVE soldier, and the rest of America will shake the hand of LIVE family member or neighbor as they cook burgers on the grill.

Sadly…that is what media, political, and neighborly types think of Memorial Day these days.

Let me say to all of you…

FOX NEWS?  Memorial Day is about the fallen soldiers, not the ones that you use in order to make yourselves look like you care.

Candidates?  Having a picture taken of yourself with a drunken crew from the VFW 1068 on Memorial Day doesn’t make you more of a candidate.

And Americans?

If you spend your day cooking out with friends and family, you are closer to what this day is about than the other freaks.

You are celebrating the right to assemble.  The right to happiness.  The right to get as drunk as you want and fall into a grill as long as others aren’t hurt.

That is what those who gave all died for, and THAT is what this day is about.

It’s not about anybody and everybody who has served or will serve, it is about those marvelous bastards and bitches who left it all on the field of battle.

It is a day for the dead, so that we may live.

Cheers!!
Matt-Man
neshobadude@yahoo.com
@mattmaniws

Annnnnd….Jayman and I kicked off Summer yesterday with one helluva good IWS Radio Show.  We talked cookouts, Memorial Day, and Jay’s Family Reunion, it was a hoot, so check it out:


Sunday, May 27, 2012

Babe of the Week Charlize Theron


South African Stunner Charlize Theron is the IWS Babe of the Week this week.

Ms. Theron started out as a fashion model, but quickly proved that she had great acting skills too. She was first noticed in The Devil’s Advocate, but really burst on the scene after winning an Academy Award for Monster in 2003.

Charlize was nominated again for an Oscar in 2005 for her brilliant performance in North Country.

Next week her latest movie Snow White and the Huntsman, where she stars alongside Kristen Stewart will be released and it’s already getting great reviews from people who have pre-screened it. She has also recently adopted a baby boy! And now, on top of all these other great blessings, she’s IWS’ Babe of the Week! Congrats Charlize! 


Saturday, May 26, 2012

Matt Said...Jay Said XL

Matt titkellem ... Jay titkellem; inti tisma.

(via Twitter)

Jay:  No show prep phone call this week…all of my family is coming in for a big reunion this weekend.
Matt:  Uh-huh…Are you sure that’s all that is going on here?
Jay:  Yeah, why?
Matt:  Perhaps you are really avoiding our weekly call because you are cracking wise with somebody else?
Jay:  No.  I swear.
Matt:  Okay.
Jay:  How could I do that to you and your fragile ego?
Matt:  Damn right, wait…wh--

Jay:  Anyhoo.  Since I’ll be tied up with family all weekend, we need to do a show that requires very little show prep.
Matt:  The Many Sides of Mitt Romney?
Jay:  Ha…that would take forever with all the sides he has, has had, and will have.
Matt:  True.
Jay:  How about The Rachel Maddow Show…Love Her or Hate Her?
Matt:  TOO easy.
Jay and Matt:  HATE HER!!

Matt:  Memorial Day Weekend is this weekend.  We could do something on that.
Jay:  We could kick-off the unofficial start to summer with hot weather tips and shit.
Matt:  Cool.  We could do grilling and cookout tips.
Jay:  Since I will be in the midst of one, talk about family reunions.
Matt:  Indeed…We could talk about the scantily clad women in their summer fashions.
Jay:  Which you see even more of at typical vacation destinations.

Matt:  I think we’re set.
Jay:  Oh I know we are.
Matt:  Hey?
Jay:  What?

Matt:  Did you say that you are holding your big family reunion in Yellville, AR?
Jay:  Yeah why?
Matt:  That’s not a real city is it?
Jay:  Well, it’s not a city; it’s tiny, but that is the official name of the burg in which my family and I will be partying away.
Matt:  Ha…That’s funny.
Jay:  Oh it’s a cool little place.  You should bring Schmoop down sometime for the annual Turkey Trot Festival.  Bring the wife and kid too.
Matt:  Oh you’re a funny fucker, aren’t ya?
Jay:  Hee Hee.  Sometimes.

Matt:  Okay.  I think we’re good to go.  See you on IWS Radio this Sunday at Noon ET, Jayman.
Jay:  We’ll be kicking off summer through the goal posts of life.
Matt:  True Dat.

Friday, May 25, 2012

You Might Be An Asshole If ...


Hola sweet, thoughtful and considerate people! In the spirit of Jeff Foxworthy’s very old and tired “You might be a redneck if …” jokes, here are some ways to know if you are an asshole:

If you’re wearing headphones and I can still hear your music, you might be an asshole.

If you have auto play music player on your blog, you might be an asshole.

If you throw trash out the window of your car while driving, or worse, while in a parking lot that has trash cans available, you might be an asshole.

If you wear sunglasses inside even though you have no eye problems or medical reason to do so, you might be an asshole.

If you never say “please” “thank you” or “excuse me” you might be an asshole.

If you push the “disabled button” on a door going into a store and you aren’t disabled, you might be an asshole.

If you walk into a store and stop right there holding the door open while looking to see what they have and there are people standing behind you trying to get into the store, you might be an asshole.

If you are climbing the stairs of an escalator even though there are also stairs that you could have taken, you might be an asshole.

If you’re standing in line at a fast food place and when you finally get up to the counter and are asked what you would like you finally look up at the menu and say “Uhhhhh … Let me see what you’ve got,” you might be an asshole.

If you text people while the movie is running in the theater, you might be an asshole.

If you randomly add a pic of a really hot chick just to get a few extra cheap hits on your blog posts, you might be an asshole.

If you walk around with a scowl on your face and never smile and say “Hola” to people, you might be an asshole.

If you refuse to let anyone use your bar of soap, you might be an asshole.

If you are talking on your cell phone while going through the checkout at the store, you might be an asshole.

If you are consistently late to meetings or social outings, you might be an asshole.

If you try to get on an elevator, bus or train before others can get off, you might be an asshole.

If you sit in your car in front of an apartment building with the stereo blasting away AND/OR constantly revving the engine, you might be an asshole.

If your kid is screaming and crying or running around bothering other people in a restaurant or other public place, you might be an asshole.

If you don’t put the shopping cart in the cart corral or take it back into the store, you might be an asshole.

If you turn left from the right turn lane (or right from the left turn lane), you might be an asshole.

If you don’t cover your mouth when you cough, sneeze or yawn in public, you might be an asshole.

Okay, there are a bunch of good examples of assholism. I’m sure there are hundreds more, so feel free to leave some others in the comment section if you like. And anyone who doesn’t comment (or listen to I’m With Stupid Podcast) is definitely a gaping asshole!


Thursday, May 24, 2012

Learning More About Matt-Man

Cheeeeeers Bitches!!  

This is the Matt-Man coming to you live in a literary sense, from my living room…

A place that houses my control center, the exact place where I tell women how much I love them over the internet, and the exact spot where I know that nothing good can come of my internet trangressions, but do it anyway.

Yesterday, the one and only Jayman wrote about some of his idiosyncrasies, his foibles, his weird ass habits.

In keeping with the theme he set, and more importantly, because I could not think of anything else, I shall maintain blog continuity and do the same.

I will however, do this in an un-Jayman type style…I will talk about myself in FIRST person, because, well…c’mon…I’m Matt-Man, Bitch, and as we all I know, I am the Sun and I revolve around myself.  What, wait…what?

Anyhoo…a few things you may not know about me.

I have an amazing case of OCD.  It’s not awful or anything, at least to me, but it is quite noticeable.

I like things in order.

Look at this picture of tree that I mentioned on my Facebook page the other day.


See that tree topper sticking up?  I see that every day that I walk to work, AND IT BOTHERS ME!!

Look at our cabinets…Soup, soup, bean, bean, spice, spice…It has to be laid out that way.  If it’s not, I may end up eating a can of Cream of Peas…And seriously, who wants that?


Not I, says the Matt-Man, not I.

Although I am a smoker and share the Bagwine digs with an uber-hot smoker in her own right, I am compelled to empty ashtrays if I see more than two or three butts in one.

And the pacing!!  Oh Dear God, the pacing!!  I bet I walk four miles a day in the apartment, because I think better when I pace.

I pace as I smoke.  I pace as I drink.  I pace as I talk on the phone and usually…I am doing all four things at once, because once again, I am Matt-Man, bitch, and I can handle multi-debauchery.

But seriously…

I am one pacing Mother Fucker.  We used to receive complaints until the stupid, Norman Bates-type Nazi motherfucker who lived downstairs moved out, and then we got new carpet that could actually absorb the sound of my incessant plodding upon the carpet.

When I am typing out a post on Word,  as I am now, the red line often comes up indicating that what I typed, is not a word, and you know what I do..?

I look at it carefully, and then say to myself one of two things...

Either…

“Damn, I really fucked up the spelling on that word.”

Or…

“Motherfucking Word doesn't recognize a new word when I have just made it up.  It can kiss my ass.”

As you may or may not notice, I have a problem with rules, when it is attempted to be amateurishly applied to masters of the English language.

To be a true, eleoquent purveyor of one’s thoughts, one must write as one speaks, and if that includes made up words, and the hyper-pausitic beauty of the ellipse…

So fucking be it.

Cheers !!

Matt-Man

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Learning More About Jayman


Hola Y’all! Al Harris, Roseanne Harris Connor’s dad, once said “I’ll tell you something about me. I’ll never spend the night in a Communist country. I’ll visit one during the day, but I won’t spend the night in one.”

Okay, so I’ve probably watched every episode of Roseanne one or two too many times, but I’ve always found that line funny for some reason. Anyway, I thought maybe today would be a good time for me to tell you, our vast and diverse world-wide audience, a few things about the Jayman. If you’ve been around since the old days of Cynical_Bastard (later changed to Every Day Jay) then a few of these might be things you already know. But, they’re always worth repeating. And it deserves to be done in third person. 

- Jayman would like to compliment Miley Cyrus for having the balls to wear this outfit to the Bilboard Music Awards Sunday night. Any babe can wear a short skirt or something with a plunging neckline, but it takes real courage to look at an outfit and say “I know, how ‘bout if I just wear the jacket and nothing else!?” Jayman admires people like that.

- Jayman would absolutely love to live someplace where he didn’t need a car. Cars are nothing but a huge headache and ridiculous expense. Also, too many people look at a car as a status symbol, or worse, to compensate for a teeny-weeny wee-wee.

- Speaking of cars, when Jayman gets out of his car (when he’s driving) he walks all the way around behind the car rather than just walk straight forward after closing the door. Jayman isn’t sure when he picked up this habit, but sometimes people driving through the parking lot think he’s going to cross the parking lot in front them and seems confused and surprised when he simply walks around his car and goes in the other direction. Jayman thinks they look so silly stopping and looking at him with that “WTH Dude?” look.

- Jayman won’t share a bar of soap with anyone. We can spend a weekend shacked up in a cheap hotel doing disgusting things to each other, but when we’re done, use your own damn soap.

- Jayman is a Pepsi addict. Jayman has quit drinking Pepsi several times, even for pretty long periods of time. But, somehow he ends up going back to it at some point. Crack can’t be this hard to quit.

- There’s nothing fake about Jaman’s love of Asian women, but he will admit that the way it pisses so many people off is a real bonus.

- Jayman refuses to watch HIS team lose a game. If they are behind Jayman will turn it off with a few seconds left so he doesn’t have to hear the announcers tell me the other team won and the final score.

- Jayman is good at small talk. He can talk about pretty much anything but it will be up to other people to initiate conversation because Jayman is too shy and socially awkward. Same goes for online chat on G-Talk or Facebook Chat or Skype. Jayman rarely sends the first message cause he’s pretty sure you’re busy talking to someone else and wants to be considerate like that. 

- Jayman has to check out each window and through the peephole in the front door while making sure all windows and doors are locked each night before going to bed. He’s not paranoid, he just likes to practice good prevention.

- Jayman will not touch raw meats and he will wear food safe gloves if he has to handle chicken, hamburger or fish. And, even though he was wearing those gloves, Jayman will still wash his hands very thoroughly after throwing the gloves away.

- Jayman won’t eat fish if the head is still on. He doesn’t want his dinner staring back at him with that “How could you?” look on its face.

So, as you can see, The Jayman is a pretty fascinating guy. He should probably be put behind glass and have scientist study his life for a while or something. Jayman is sure it their observations would be a fascinating read.


Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Poetry 'n' Such With Paul Piatt

Good day to one and all, ye gentle perusers of the I’m With Stupid web log.

With great care and humility on my part, and in conjuncture with a brief and kindly given moment of your time, allow me to introduce myself.

I am Paul Piatt, the new Poetry and Literary Editor for I’m With Stupid.

Some of you may already be familiar with my name from the myriad of books that I have penned over the years, and the awards I have dutifully earned, and humbly accepted.

For instance, in 1998, I was named Poet Laureate of American Samoa for my South Pacific inspired book of prose and poetry titled...

“Unleavened Breadfruit.”

Of course, most of the literary world is more familiar with my 2003 compilation of poetry and short stories inspired by my travels while holidaying in Cyprus titled...

“I Was Greeked-Out in a Turkish Bathhouse by Plato and Herodotus.”

For those few who may be unfamiliar with Paul Piatt and his craft, I offer unto you, this postaforementioned synopsis of my curriculum vitae…

For two score and ninety percent of another score of my five decades plus eight on this beautiful oblique spheroid that we corpuscular beings call Earth, I have dedicated my life to teaching the written word, seeking out the best of the written word, and above all, making love with and to, the beauty that is the written word.

Indeed…My temptress, my mistress, my target d’amour, is the lady called, Language.

And to that end, I would like to metaphorically look beyond myself, and attempt to ingratiate you and the Lady that is Language, to a new, and up and coming poet, one…Byron Lord of Wooster, Ohio who artfully wrote the following...

The Postman Never Rings Twice

I saw the mailman spryly step down the communal lane of my apartment complex.
He paused for a moment, and then with his rough and experienced hand,
began to micro-sort the tender trappings of communications he was carrying.

And then, woefully…

In the form of a meteorological banshee, a sudden gust of wind
carelessly and callously, kidnapped a letter from the hand of the strapping civil servant,
and I wondered…

Was that letter intended for me?

Was that carefully enveloped and well typed out communiqué, Jesus himself reaching out to me?

Was that piece of mail that is now reveling in the abandon of the warm currents of summer air…

An invitation welcoming me home to the sense of self I knew long ago?

I would have asked the postman if he knew, but of course…

The Postman never rings twice.

--Byron Lord

And now gentle readers, I bid you adieu, and look forward to once again offering you the best of the written word.

For now, as I travel the road less traveled,

Paul Piatt

neshobadude@yahoo.com
@mattmaniws

Monday, May 21, 2012

Sometimes the Simplest Tasks are the Hardest

Hola kids! There are a few things that all men should be able to do. Simple, routine maintenance on the car is one of them. Things like change out your own battery, or change a tire, recharge the a/c and change out burned out tail lights or headlight bulbs. If you have the room and equipment (and a garage) you could probably do learn to do even more.

Well, this last week I started getting a warning light on my car. I had never seen this light before and wasn’t really sure what it was about. Then I realized it was telling me that I had a brake light out. This elicited a HUGE SIGH from me because what a pain the freaking ass changing out a light bulb is.

So, I took a deep breath and decided to change it out. I did get the car manual and look through it, just to make sure of how the bulb is changed. The manual shows how to change out dozens of bulbs EXCEPT THE FUCKING TAIL LIGHTS! It’s okay though the internet was there for me and a simple Google Search took me to a forum where I could confirm my greatest fears. I was going to have to tear the trunk apart to get to it.

I had to start by taking down the carpet lining. I just needed to take out about six screwed and pull out the plugs hold the lining up. No problem right? Heh. Each one of the screws was stripped and they just spun around and didn’t come out. Okay, only a minor setback as I’m pretty good at this. It just took a little time and patience and pretty soon I had enough of them out to pull back the lining to expose my next challenge.

All I had to do next was take off another half dozen nuts and pull the light assembly out from the back of the car. The nuts were all on very tight and standing and bending over the back of the car was starting to hurt my back, so I took a short break and sat down and drank some Gatorade. A man needs to know when to pace himself, ya know.

I went back out a bit later and got five of the six nuts off pretty easily. Yes, Matt-Man I said “got nuts off easily” you can stop giggling now. Anyhoodle, when I looked at the last one over in the corner I knew what was coming. I couldn’t get the crescent wrench I was using on it because it was behind a piece of metal that has a lip on it. No problem, I’ll just us a hand wrench right? Well, turns out I don’t have a wrench that fits it. Why? Because the Japanese don’t have the common decency to use the same form of measurement as Americans do.

So, now I’m out there practically standing on my head trying to get some vice grips on the little nut so I can get it off there. So far, I still haven’t been able to get to it. Over three days this simple task has taken about four hours, a dozen “Fucking You Infiniti’s” and probably a half dozen “God Dammit! It’s a fucking outrage that we have to have break lights anyway. The one in the rear window works, isn’t that enough you fucking Nanny State Pussies??!!”  


Nothing is ever simple, is it? Especially with this dark cloud hanging over my life. But, I guess I’ll find a way to finally get that last nut off there and change out this stupid light bulb. Maybe. I hope so anyway.

Jayman
Jayman3768@gmail.com
@Jayman_IWS


In other news today on I’m With Stupid we talked about people who were influential in our lives and the advice those people gave. Then we talk about bad advice we’ve gotten, took an great call from Rick in New Castle and then shared some great advice that we have learned with our listeners. All in all, it was a great and very happy show. Good times! 


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Sunday, May 20, 2012

IWS Babe of the Week: Brooklyn Decker Naked Battleship!!

Oh sure...Ya'd think a hot babe named Brooklyn Decker was born in the Big Apple, but nope.  Twenty- Five year old 2010 SI Swimsuit Cover Girl Brooklyn Decker, is a grain fed babe who was born only minutes away from the Matt-Man, in Kettering, Ohio...


She has built upon her magical cover girl hotness by realizing a successful acting career and is currently starring in the blockbuster hit, Battleship, as Samantha Shane...


Brooklyn is also cast as the lead in another upcoming movie, of which I forget the title, but if it includes this shot, I would simply call it, "Hot Girl on the Beach"...


For some insane reason, Brooklyn Decker married tennis star Andy Roddick in 2009...



I don't know why she had to do that...Hell, I would have been more than willing to serve an ace fast and hard to her back court.  Then again...

Maybe I'd just lob my balls at her.

In fact, if we did it on a clay court, I could get her ass cheeks all red and what not, without even having to spank her.  But, that would be sad...and that would be a fault on my part.

Anyhoo...Here's to Kettering, Ohio's own Brooklyn Decker.  We hardly got to know you personally, and we, well...I, am still crying because of the missed opportunity.

And, don't forge to check out the I'm With Stupid Podcast!


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Cheers!!

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Matt Said Jay Said XXXIX

Matt 会談, Jay 会談, You 聞く.

Matt: “You again? This is getting to be a habit.”
Jay: “I’m a man of many bad habits.”
Matt: “Don’t share them with me you sick fuck.”
Jay: “I’m sure you already dream about ‘em.”
Matt: “I’ll dream about my final Google Image Search of the night.”
Jay: “Midget porn?”
Matt: “Noooo”
Jay: “Clown porn?”
Matt: “Horrifying!”
Jay:  “IKR?! Just mentioning it will leave me scarred for life.”
Matt: “No, I search ‘Pizza.’”
Jay: “Mmmmmm … Cheese oozing off the sides.”
Matt: “I really don’t like the word ‘ooze’ if you don’t mind, but greasy is sexy.”

Jay: “Our Mother’s Day show is #4!!”
Matt: “We’re blowing up!”
Jay: “We’re, as the kids say, killin it!”
Matt: “Do they say that?”
Jay: “Of course they do.”
Matt: “I’ll take your word for it.”
Jay: “I have my finger on the pulse of pop culture and all that stuff.”
Matt: “Be careful where you put that thing.”
Jay: “I’ve always been super careful ever since that incident in grade school.”

Matt: “OH MY GOD!”
Jay: “I’m joking. Sheesh.”
Matt: “No, no that. Schmoop is devouring some chicken nuggets and fries.”
Jay: “That’s hot!”
Matt: “Yes it is! She’s so aggressive.”
Jay: “Like a lioness tearing into a zebra?”
Matt: “Kinda.”
Jay: “You need to get some video.”
Matt: “She would be famous.”
Jay: “I’m gonna dream about THAT tonight.”
Matt: “You and me both.”

Matt: “I have a couple of ideas for this Sunday.”
Jay: “Lay it on me stud.”
Matt: “You know Mitch Albom’s 7 People You Meet in Heaven?”
Jay: “I hate him, but go on.”
Mat: “Well, we could do People You Meet on Earth.”
Jay: “You mean people who influenced us in some way.”
Matt: “Yeah!”
Jay: “Like good advice and mentored us and shit.”
Matt: “Exactly. Or bad advice.”
Jay: “And we can pay if forward with our own great advice.”
Matt: “If we have any.”
Jay: “We’ll think of some by Sunday.”
Matt: “Sounds good!”
Jay: “Another MONSTER show coming up!”
Matt: “That’s hot.”

And there you go kids, another sneak peek into the world of IWS staff meetings. Be sure to catch us LIVE on I’m With Stupid this and every Sunday at 12 Noon ET talking about great advice and all that stuff. It’s gonna be fun!  

Be sure to check out the I’m With Stupid podcast! The #1 Comedy show on Blog Talk Radio!



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Friday, May 18, 2012

Glenn Beck is an Asshole and So is Sean Hannity...And? You Are Too, At Times

Yesterday, Jayman did a post about how each and every person should be him or herself, and should go all the way, and how perhaps, he and I should go “all the way” during our radio show.

The following is one comment among many that his treatise received…

“I've always assumed y'all were going for the Rush Limbaugh, Glenn Beck, Sean Hannity, Howard Stern (throwing that last one in there just to appease y'all) type "shock" radio. Intentionally and knowingly over the top.”

--Dana

As Jayman wrote the post, I did not respond to Dana’s comment, so I will now, as we conclude our week of angst and philosophical discussions here on IWS.

Is Dana serious?  Did she really think that Jay and I wanted to do a radio show based on Limbaugh, Beck, Hannity, and Stern?

First of all, our clandestine plan to take over social media went like this….

Jay:  You still want to do a radio show?
Matt:  Yeah…that’d be cool.
Jay:  Okay…let’s do it.


And thus a dream was born, and the world was never the same.

Jayman and I are nothing like those idiots.

First of all, unlike those aforementioned ass clowns, we actually are funny, and secondly, and maybe more importantly to some, we are exponentially more factual.

Jayman and I do not make shit up unless we are doing our Molotov Mocktails, which if anyone has half a brain knows we are making up.

We don’t lie; we speak the truth, and we just happen to make it so sincere and funny at times that it comes out as, “going over the top.”

Jayman and I are who we are.

We are not the right or left wingers like Hannity, Limbaugh, or Maddow who can find no fault in their own ideology, and we are not Stern, who thinks talking to a different naked woman every day for twenty years is funny.

We are just ourselves.

We are just Jayman and Matt-Man who aspire to make fun of ourselves, bad parents, politicians, anyone else in this world who fucks up with no regret, and drool over hot babes…

We are that simple, and…we are that brilliant.

Annnnnnnnd…maybe we will let loose, and won’t that be something?

Cheers!!

Matt-Man

neshobadude@yahoo.com
@mattmaniws

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

We Should Go Too Far Every Chance We Get

Hola kids! An interesting thing happened today on Twitter right after another fantastic episode of I’m With Stupid this morning. My good friend and friend of IWS, CatcherDudesMom had been in the chat room listening and then decided to catch up on Sunday’s Mother’s Day celebration. After listening to both shows she asked us (not in a rude way or anything) “Do you ever think you go too far on your show?”

Matt-Man answered with a quick “No.” My initial reply was “If we didn’t go too far, we wouldn’t be trying.” Thennnnnnn CDM was all like “Isn’t there a societal norm of what’s too much?” Of course Matt-Man wrote brilliantly about society’s unwritten rules yesterday, but I decided to give my take on this topic too.

This got me to thinking, not about whether or not we “go too far,” but what “going too far” is. I told her that I didn’t know what the “societal norms” would be, and even if I did I would intentionally break them anyway. I’m a rebel like that. But honestly, these “norms” are usually set by the loudest, pushiest and narrow minded minority.

The late great American philosopher George Carlin once said "I think it's the duty of the comedian to find out where the line is drawn and cross it deliberately."

I understand that people don’t care for comedians (or radio hosts) whom they consider to be unnecessarily vulgar. A lot of people feel that way about Louis C.K, Sarah Silverman, Opie and Anthony, Don Imus and so many more. But, if you get rid of all the comedians who tell dirty jokes, or joke about things that make you uncomfortable or use the word “cunt,” all you’ll have left is Jeff Foxworthy and is brain-dead “Redneck” jokes. (Which would be offensive to Rednecks if they weren’t being told by a white Redneck.)

When it comes to attempts to regulate what people say, I think we should break all these rules daily. I mean, if we can’t make jokes about gender and racial stereotypes, religion, politics, abortion and everything else that makes people uncomfortable then what can we joke about? People are going to take things we or anyone else says the way they want to no matter what. If you’re looking to be offended it won’t be too hard to find a way to be.

Of course, there are always the fake offended people who just feel like they SHOULD be offended. Many people believe they SHOULD be offended by abortion jokes. Or jokes about how Miley Cyrus’ hotness peaked 5 years ago when she was 14.  

My friend Catcher Dudes Mom is not one of those people though. She was just asking a sincere question and even said people don’t have to listen if they don’t like it. Which is, of course, the absolute Goddamn Motherfuckin’ Truth. But, our problem is that we WANT people to listen. We want lots and lots of people to listen.

But, like the American philosopher Matt-Man said yesterday, people shouldn’t hide who they are just to please others or be popular with others. And, we can’t pretend to be something we’re not either.  And to be honest, you would be shocked at how much we hold back during the show and how many things we think, but don’t say. This is actually a flaw on our part and we should correct it and just let it all hang out. Maybe we will one day.

But, until then, listen to today’s Wacky Wednesday show. It was a pretty good show. Not nearly offensive enough, but still pretty good. We talked McDonald’s breakfast, Ron Paul, unappreciative gays a few other topics and then launched some Molotov Mocktails. Good times! 


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Dare to be a Daniel

“Man is the only creature that refuses to be what he is.”
--Albert Camus

French thinker Albert Camus along with his intellectual predecessor hailing from Denmark, Søren Kierkegaard, are two of my favorite philosophers of all time.

Those two rank number two and three right behind President of the Catholic League, William Donohue, who can still make an argument for the perfection of the Catholic Church even though it is obvious to many of us, that Bill’s every day anger is merely a mask to cover memories of being fondled by a Catholic Priest when he was but eight years old…or something.

But I digress…

Anyway, I was desperately trying to think of something to write for today, when a guy came through the Beer Mine in order to purchase a six pack of Budweiser bottles.

As I handed the six pack of bottles to him he said, “Could I have a bag for those?”

As that request always pisses me off, I said jokingly, “But it conveniently comes with a handle.”

To which he chuckled and responded, “I know, but I have nosy neighbors.”

Y’know?  Camus was right.  Here’s this dude some 55 years old or so worrying that his neighbors may see him take some beer into his own fucking home.

Dear God…and this is not the first time I have had this experience.  I have witnessed often the, “could I have a bag so my neighbors don’t see me drinking so many times.”

Every time it happens, I cringe and think, “Why the hell do you hide who you are or what you do from neighbors whom you probably don’t even give a shit about?”

Granted, Camus said it more eloquently in the introductory quote, but you know what I am preachin’ here people!!  It drives me nuts because there are plenty of examples such as that that unfold every day.

People who say openly and/or privately…

“I don’t want others to know that I take my kids to McDonalds.”

“I hide my smoking because my peers will look at me condescendingly.”

“I go to Church every Sunday, not to worship a God and Jesus about whose tenets I haven’t the vaguest clues nor live by, but rather, just to be seen.”

Man…it is sad that so many fully developed, adult human beings are so incredibly afraid of what others think about them, that they devolve into something that they are not.

Sad, that they hide who they are.

Far too many people hide their true feelings in order to be accepted into certain social groups, neighborhoods, political parties, and most sadly, one on one relationships.

It never works out.  When one conforms to societal norms that go against who he or she is, there is bondage. Bondage of the human spirit, and the end result is almost always, self loathing and displaced hatred towards others.

Folks today need to get out of their emotional and societal easy chairs and dare to stand alone.  Or as Camus said…

“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”

Sadly, too often today, personal freedom is looked upon as being a form of rebellion, but it is a revolution for which we should take up arms in the form of individuality, and fight.

Cheers!!

Matt-Man
neshobadude@yahoo.com
@mattmaniws

Monday, May 14, 2012

Hey Gays! How 'Bout a Reach Around?


Hola Fabulous People! So, if you last Thursday’s post and or listened to last Wednesday’s show, and shame on you if you didn’t, Matt-Man told you about how we basically are responsible for President Obama finally coming out in favor of gay marriage. And, while I’m proud of IWS and pressure we put on Obama and our contribution, however large, to his decision, there is something that is bothering me a bit.

I know this is going to come across as my feeling entitled or bitchy, but I don’t really care. I feel like it’s important to stand up not only for myself, but for the entire I’m With Stupid Media Empire. So, I’m just gonna go ahead and come out and say this.

I’m more than a little disappointed by the lack of support we’re getting from the LGBT community. We’ve gotten some support from a few lesbians, but the guy dudes are nowhere to be found. We’ve really done everything we can to try to make friends with the gay community and have gone out of our way to show them love and support. We’ve done Gay Celebration shows. We’ve supported their causes and defended them from attack. And, most importantly we shamed President Obama into finally coming out in favor of gay marriage. And what do we get back?

HEARTACHE! That’s what. And I’m not gonna put up with it anymore.

You know what guys? Support, love and respect are all a two-way street! It’s time you guys stepped up and reciprocated a little bit. Why aren’t we getting lots of support on the I’m With Stupid Podcast? Why don’t our pro-gay and pro-LGTB posts and shows get promoted through the LGBT pages on Stumble Upon or voted up on Reddit or Digg, or reblogged on Tumblr or shared on the LGBT pages on Facebook? I mean, we did our time on our knees in front of the glory hole, and when you were done and we stood up, you just left the booth. That’s just not right.

One of my few goals in the social media world of blogging, tweeting, facebooking, tumblring and whatever else was to meet and actually make friends with a big and diverse a group of people as possible. And, for the most part I’ve done that. I’m “met” people from all over the world. I’ve gotten to know at least on some level people of many different races with very different backgrounds. There have been some cultural barriers, but we’ve worked to overcome those.

But, you know who apparently doesn’t want to be my friend and won’t give me and IWS a chance? Gays. What’s up with that? Am I not good enough for you? Was my contribution to the blog Real Live Lesbian not proof enough that I deserve acceptance by the gay community? I followed both Neil Patrick Harris AND Lady Ga Ga on Twitter. I’m doing everything I’m supposed to do folks! This is embarrassing, unfair and worst of all, hurts my feelings.

But hey, maybe it’s us? Maybe IWS Media hasn’t done enough. I don’t know how it’s possible, but I guess some people might think so, but I don’t. I think we’ve done more than enough and I think we deserve a little more support and love from the gays.

There, I said it. And I’m glad I said it.


SEIU District 1199...Your Principles Have Gone On Strike!!

I was bored late yesterday afternoon, and decided to take a journey through the tubes of the internets in order to catch up on the people, places, and things that I haven’t been in touch with for awhile.

I started out with a search for Steel Reserve (their site still sucks), then I went to an image search of footlong coney dogs (my drool exploded), and then…

I  went to the website of an organization for whom I last worked some ten years ago.

SEIU District 1199 WV/KY/OH

I worked as an Administrative Organizer (i.e. Staff Rep), and briefly as Political Director for SEIU District 1199 between January 1998 through roughly, May of 2002.  Four and a half years, and let me tell you…

While those years were at times, the best and most challenging four and half years of my life, they also became the worst, and bringing up the SEIU 1199 website last night, put a post facto exclamation point on that experiential palpability.

Toward the end of my brief career with SEIU, I could see it morphing into something foreign to me…

Something it hadn’t been when I had climbed on board in order to fight for worker justice and help to raise the standard of living for working men and women back in 1998.

When I started it was all about the workers.  The local didn’t care if a rep worked 80 hours a week, drove 1,000 miles a week, and ate nothing but Speedway hot dogs while on the road for days at a time…the workers came first.

And, that is how it should be, and was…from the President of the Local on down to men and women like me. The field organizers, the staff reps, and the office staff, because as it should be, the workers come first.

Photo ops, interviews, and even the SEIU 1199 website was to have the workers out in front, to take the lead, to represent SEIU, because they are the Union.  And, that’s how it was.

However…last night during my boredom induced search that led me to the SEIU 1199 website, I felt not nearly as shocked as I did, validated, when the homepage opened showing this…

seiu_williams_becky_official.jpeg

Indeed, Becky Williams the President of SEIU/1199 in all her Glamour Shots glory appears on the homepage where workers used to appear.  And…it introduces a special message that she has for one GOP Presidential candidate, Mitt Romney.

Her message states that Romney doesn’t care about auto workers in Ohio.  That he has no sense of what it is like to be a working man or woman.  That he cares nothing about the middle class, and that he worked with Gov. Kasich to pass SB 5 which would have taken away the rights of workers to bargain collectively in the State of Ohio.

All of those things are true, well except the Senate Bill 5 thing, (Being Romney, he could never decide day to day which side of that bill he was on), but other than that, what Williams’ says in her Presidential diatribe are in most workers and my opinion, true.  However…

The message given with Miss Williams appearing first and foremost, is as corporate and as top down as Apple, Bain Capital, and Goldman Sachs.

And that my friends, is why I left…because I could see the corporatization of a hard working, bottom up, SEIU Local coming years ago.

While we had a large, open, and democratic Executive Board made up of working members, we as organizers were told to make them vote this way or that on every issue from political endorsements to dues increases.

But, democracy never looked so good.  Farces are sometimes, very pretty.

And, let me tell you…Union Presidents are very pretty as well, sometimes.  During the lead up to the SB 5 Bill vote last year, I saw an interview with Becky Williams on WSYX-TV 6 discussing the measure and her disdain for Gov. Kasich.


If you watch the interview, specifically at 26 seconds in, look at her nails.  Yes, her fingernails.  See how nice they are?  Finely French manicured.  Silly, you say, Matt-Man?

I don’t think so.  The picture on the website and nails of one, Becky Williams represent, at least optically, what is wrong with SEIU District 1199.

SEIU/District 1199 has become a corporation.  A feeding frenzy of union “executives” feasting upon an Animal Farm and will do whatever it takes to keep their membership dues coming in, in spite of the workers they once served without hesitation.

But really, is that so bad?  Or should I say, is that so different than American companies putting profit over American jobs by sending everything overseas?

No.

It’s all the same.

The Union Organizer wants your signature in order to get your dues money.  The corporation wants your job in order to boost profits, and the politician wants your vote in order to get re-elected, and collect kickbacks from both entities.

Who stands up for you?  You say no one?  Well, you are wrong…

Millions of people stand up with you and for you, and with me as well because we are the ones drowning…we need to realize that, and once we do realize that we are in the same leaky boat, we can bail out the trash that is sinking us.

Cheers!!

Matt-Man
neshobadude@yahoo.com
@mattmaniws

On a happier note....Jayman and I did a helluva tribute to mothers yesterday on the IWS Mothers Day Radio Show.  We talked good moms, bad moms, hot moms, and dead moms.  Annnnnd, much , much more, so give a listen to it early and often, our ratings would appreciate it....


Saturday, May 12, 2012

Bristol Palin: America's Mommy and Babe of the Week


Bristol Palin is the obvious choice for this week’s very special Mother’s Day Edition of Babe of the Week.

America first met Bristol during the 2008 presidential elections. At the time Bristol was 16 and pregnant and the charm and dignity that she showed in the face of vicious attacks from liberals made us all fall in love with her.  

After the election, Bristol was next heard from when she went on ABC’s Dancing with the Stars. Unfortunately, the bitter, jealous liberals won out again and Bristol was denied a victory that she had very clearly earned.

Now Bristol has found her voice as an advocate for conservative causes such as abstinence, traditional family values and opposition to gay marriage. Like her mother, Bristol is strong and powerful and never backs down from her beliefs. Which makes her even more appealing to the staff here at IWS. 

Matt Said, Jay Said XXXVIII

Matt talar. Jay talar. Þú hlusta.

Matt:  Who is this?  How’d you get this number?  Are you looking for Schmoop?  Well, she isn--

Jay:  Dumb fuck.

Matt:  How the hell are ya?

Jay:  I feel exceedingly average this evening, which for me, is top notch.

Matt:  That’s good.  I’m feeling to be about a C+ myself.

Jay:  So I guess our show topic for Sunday is already de factorally set for us.

Matt:  Yeah, and by the way, I love it when you speak, Latin-torally.

Jay:  Well you did refer to me as, better than Cicero the other day.

Matt:  Yeah, but I was kidd---

Jay:  No. No.  I have you saying that live on air and your statement is now and forever laid upon, and contained within, the audio of the IWS radio archives.

Matt:  Okay very good.  You cogito; ergo you sum.

Jay:  Damn right and a guten tag to you too, Mister.  Now, on this Sunday’s Mothers’ Day Show, I think…

(type, type, type)

Jay:  Are you typing while we are prepinating?  That’s kinda rude dude, but I’m sure in your world it is of the “utmost importance.”  Dear God.

Matt:  I was responding to a message from Tamra.

Jay:  Our Tamra?

Matt:  Yes.  THE Tamra.

Jay:  Oh.  Well then…that is perfectly acceptable.  What is she saying?

Matt:  She says that she has new pictures up.

Jay:  Quick!!

Jay and Matt:  To the Facebook Machine!!

Matt and Jay:  We’ve seen those already.  Rats!!

Jay:  Oh well her pics are always worth a second look…and a third…and a fourth…

Matt:  Mmmmmmmm.  Are we going to be talking about hot mothers on our Mother’s Day Show this Sunday?

Jay:  Dude…Do you really need to ask that question?

Matt:  What was I thinking, of course we are.

Jay:  Annnnnd…We can talk about the best moms.

Matt:  The worst moms.

Jay:  Step-Moms.

Matt:  And of course, our moms.

Jay:  True Dat.

Matt:  I tell ya Jayman…If folks don’t listen to our Mother’s Day Show on Blog Talk Radio at Noon ET, it’s as if they are virtually bitch slapping their own mamas.

Jay:  And if they do that, that makes them, personas non gravitas.

Matt:  Uh-huh…exactly.  Talk to you Sunday at Noon.  Later, Cicero.

Jay:  Danke, and Bon Voyage!!
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