Valentine's Day: The Vain Taking From The Whipped

It's that time of year folks, when overpriced jewelry, confections, and flowers flood the marketplace and deplete every man's bank account. That's right, it's Valentine time, and it's all about the ladies on this beautiful and hyper-commercialized day of mutual love and respect. Hearts will be broken when the flowers don't arrive and blackmail will ensue when the wife receives more than the mistress, and...The IWS Radio team is here to both celebrate and hilarious mock the silly observance of Valentine's Day.

Jay and Matt will have plenty of witty banter, cuts of God-Awful love songs, more than a few drinks of booze, Bunches of Questions with Schmoop, heartfelt heckling from Jamie Mapleleaf and your phone calls at 661.244.9852 as IWS Radio presents: Valentine's Day: The Vain Taking From The Whipped 

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Valentine's Day Retreat At Mar A Lago

Well...The Super Bowl parties have passed, and the horrid made-up "holiday" and sexist gift grab of Valentine's Day is upon us. Aside from the Winter Olympics, there is nothing shaking until St. Patrick's Day, so the IWS Radio staff has decided to go down to Donald Trump's Mar a Lago estate and have a winter retreat, and perhaps make plans for a military parade honoring Jay and Matt!!

Witty banter, and Good and Bad music will abound...Tiffany Trump will be pimping out her new business venture, we'll be taste testing alcohol drinks with greasy Russian oligarchs, praying for Jay's body, and Matt's new career as a dating consultant, AND of course, getting down and dirty with the uber-sexy Jamie Mapleleaf.

If you missed it LIVE give it a listen and join us every Sunday LIVE from Noon-2 PM ET on Blog Talk Radio and like us on Facebook at iwsradio!!

Roses, Restraining Orders, and Repentance

LIVE THIS SUNDAY February 14, 2016 from Noon-2 PM ET join IWS Radio as Jay and Matt get lovey-dovey, funky and uber-sarcastic with Valentine's Day.

Here's a sample of the Love-Fest you will experience...

Join Jay, Matt, and the IWS Radio gang as they celebrate love and at the same time mock those who see Valentine's Day as an important day on which to validate and boost the fragile self-esteem of others with roses, candy, and ginormous teddy bears hooked on Ursine Growth Hormones (UGH). Also...

The IWS crew and the live-wired folks in the chat room will discuss the creepy side of "love" that is the art and science of stalking. Be it in every day life or through Social Media outlets stalkers are everywhere, and Jay and Matt will discuss the do's and dont's of good/bad stalking techniques.

Also, the 2016 Lenten Season is upon us. Are you giving up anything or going to try to be a better person over the next 40 days? Will Jay and Matt? They along with Jamie Mapleleaf, and you the callers who call-in at 661.244.9852 will discuss all of these things as IWS Radio presents: Roses, Restraining Orders, and Repentance.

Awwwwwwww yeahhhhhhhhh. Let the love and the comedy flow. So, join us LIVE this Sunday from Noon-2 PM ET or catch the show later in archives by playing our IWS LOVE Machine:

Cupid Hearts IWS Radio

Hi all!!  Cupid here, and let me tell you, I am going to be so God Damn busy today.  I’ll be firing arrows of love throughout the world today.  I’ll be pulling on my bow string so much today that my wrist will be
quivering with carpal tunnel.  Ha!!

Get it?  Quivering?  Arrows?  Ha…I fucking crack myself up.  I have to keep myself joyful today because while I enjoy bringing people together, it’s ponderous man; it’s fucking ponderous.

But let me tell ya…When Valentine’s Day is over, I am going to go home, sleep in, and then get up Sunday at Noon ET so I can listen to those two other Gods of Love, Jay and Matt on the IWS Radio Show.

They have a hilarious and love-filled show on tap for all y’all.  In fact, I read the press release in this week’s Variety Magazine and it read:

Jay and Matt sweep up the broken pieces of the pathetic men who bought overpriced crap and the pathetic women who were “under-appreciated” and/or had their hearts broken on Valentine’s Day. They also spend time feigning outrage and overtly mocking the nationwide cinematic opening of Fifty Shades of Grey. But wait, there’s MORE!!

Presidents’ Day is upon us and it is incumbent upon the IWS staff to make fun of each and every Oval Office inhabitant that has ever tried to govern this great nation. If that isn’t enough, IWS Radio drinks in the debauchery of Mardi Gras and talks of repentance with the arrival of Lent. Jay and Matt will also talk candidly and openly about the moral and ethical question facing us today…

Should Jay and Matt begin to post pictures of fully-exposed boobs and bare-naked booties upon the IWS Radio website?  All of that plus your phone calls at 661.244.9852 as IWS Radio celebrates Pathetic People, Presidents, and Boobies!!

After a full day of spreading love, it will be nice to sit back, relax, and listen to this dynamic duo pick up where I left off.  So…

Listen tomorrow LIVE from Noon-2 PM ET on Blog Talk Radio as IWS Radio presents, Pathetic People, Presidents, and Boobies!!

To listen LIVE click right HERE.

As always and of course with LOVE,

Cupid

FromYouFlowers.Com...Your Customer Service Is Wilting

Happy Friday and I hope all of you will have a wonderful weekend and have had a most happy time during this post-Valentine’s Day week.

I know…again with Valentine’s Day?  I know…It’s passed…it’s gone…it was sooooo LAST week, you say.

Well…not for a very close friend of the IWS Radio Show.

Our friend Angie, purchased a guaranteed Valentine’s Day delivery of flowers that looked something like this from fromyouflowers.com for her wife…

Well…Angie’s wife didn't get them on Valentine’s Day because there were “issues”…Meaning, fromyouflowers.com screwed up, but….we will never know what those issues were.

Perhaps, it was incompetence, but who am I to judge or speculate?

Here’s the thing…when the flowers that Angie did order arrived on Monday the 17th, they looked like this…

Appalled as Angie should be, she contacted fromyouflowers.com and rightfully demanded reciprocity for the late, skanky-ass looking dead flowers that her spouse received on Valentine’s Day, three days late no less.

Well here is what Angie’s wife received from fromyouflowers.com as an acceptable replacement for what Angie purchased for $50 and arrived late…

Seriously?

Why not send Angie and her wife a bucket full of milkweed and call it even?

Sad.

If fromyouflowers.com has any respectability and a sense of corporate responsibility, they will send Angie and her wife something like this…

AND…they will send them a coupon for a free dinner at a nice restaurant in their area.

I mean c’mon…they spoiled Valentine’s Day for Angie and Macey, so do the right thing and make it up to them.

If fromyouflowers.com is truly in the love and happiness business, they will make this happen for one of the cutest couples I have ever known, and they can get a hold of me in order to do so, and I will supply their information.

And if they don’t?  There is going to be hell to pay this Sunday on the IWS Radio Show!!

Cheers!!

Matt-Man

mattmaniws@ymail.com
@mattman_iws
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IWS Person of the Week...Cupid !!

Valentine's Day is but a mere five days away, so all you men and women need to go buy something special for that special someone in your life, lest ye suffer the slings and arrows of a pissed off, shallow, yet significant other come February 14th.

And speaking of arrows...

There is no more famous representative nor icon of Valentine's Day than the arrow d'amour shootin' boy-god than Cupid, who is of course, our IWS Person of the Week...

Cupid was a boy god who really loved his hot mom Venus, and she taught him the ways of love...

As he grew older, he would sit for hours and think about what he should do with his knowledge of love...

He decided that it would be best for all if he spread the love he had...

For years, he wore the reputation as a purveyor of true love, and was viewed by all as an adorable figure...

And then?  Greeting Card companies, confectioners, jewelers, and flower shops everywhere, turned his mission of love into a man-hating, wallet-draining holiday, and some began to turn on poor Cupid, and give him a dose of his own archery...

But this story does have a happy ending...

After getting out of the love business, Cupid changed his name to Michael Stipe, began a music career, and founded the band REM...

The rest is rock 'n' roll history.

So here's to Cupid aka Michael Stipe; today's IWS Person of the Week.

And for more on Cupid, love, and all things Valentine's Day related, check out Jay and Matt tonight LIVE from 8-10 PM EST on Blog Talk Radio as IWS Radio presents, It's as Hot as an Oven in the Love Shack.

To listen LIVE tonight and join in on the fun and frivolity of IWS Radio, click HERE!!

This Winter Is Messin' With My Mind!!

Cheeeeeeers Chuckleheads, and a Happy Hump Day to you all.

Y’know?  This winter is messing with my mind, my innate good-nature, and my body.  This winter is a wicked pissah!!

The previous two winters, at least here in Bagwine, Ohio, have been very above average…not so cold, not a lot of snow, but this winter?

The winter of 2013-14 has brought the “average” Ohio winter back to its average by being really nasty and really hurtful.

We have suffered through wind chill driven temps to 40 below.  It’s snows nearly every day.  It’s gray, gloomy, and menacing 85% of each and every week.

Listen to me, I am a guy who enjoys a bit of snow, a bit of booger-freezing temps, and some chaotic slip-sliding away traffic highlights on the news, but damn…

This winter, in a word…Sucks.

I hate this winter, mainly because, while I enjoy being a realist and having some self-control, and a “whatever will be, will be” attitude about all things uncontrollable…

I wish I could control Mother Nature enough that I could stick an ice pick crafted by Mother Nature’s very own uncaring hand, and ram it through her cold, callous, and unforgiving frozen heart…several times over.

Ma Nature, needs to die.  And even if I have to have a sex-change operation to make it realistic, I have no qualms about being the axe-wielding Lizzie Borden who strikes her down.

Hell…Even the days run together.  I never know what day it is, and neither does my boss.  When I get to work he will ask me…“What the hell day is it?”

I nearly always reply with the correct answer, but for winter-driven self-assurance, I add a question mark to my reply…

“Wednesday?”

Oh dear GAWD…this winter cannot end soon enough.  As I type this, we are getting hammered yet again by the dastardly douche bag that is Mother Nature, and the snow is falling like the anti-manna from the sky.

Am I bitter?

You’re Goddamn right I am.

The last two months have yielded nothing other than a ghastly, ice cold furnace that blows out nothing more than frozen confetti from the sky, and sub-zero heartache upon my soul…and more importantly, upon my nether regions.

And you know what?

I want my nether regions to be able to cooperate with my libido for at least a couple of more years.  I’m not asking for much.

I just want an average winter, which complies with the length of my manhood and with my average libido.

See?

During the winter season, I always tell Schmoop, that for every inch of snow we get, you will get an inch of Matt-Man

Well folks, we've had like 36 inches of snow this winter, which means one thing...

Yours truly has had to have sex with Schmoop 10 12 18 times the past two months!!

Thanks a lot Mother Nature; your demands are set way too high...and I hate you!!

Cheers!!

Matt-Man

mattmaniws@ymail.com
@mattman_iws
My Facebook Page

Making Love Out of Nothing at All

Cheeeeeeeeeers and a Happy Post-Super Bowl Monday to you all!!

I bet many of you who are reading this, have a hangover, which is good, because this post only gets worse from here, and so will your hangover!!

And you know what?  I find that fucking funny.

Seriously…

Of late, the Monday IWS Radio website post has revolved around a recap of the Sunday IWS radio show broadcast, which of course, we didn't do yesterday because most Americans were watching the Super Bowl.

So…

I have to think of something else to write about.  Which of course, isn't fair, hmmmmmmm?

Y’know?

I should still be allowed to write about last night’s IWS Radio show…even though we didn't have one, because…

I bet if we had broadcast a show last night, it would have been awesome!!

Jay would have opined; I would have pontificated, and the audience would have laugh until they stopped.

But alas…

We didn't do a show on which to report, so instead…

I am left here to type in a manner that merely gets the word count of this essay up to a level which makes it appear as though I put some real thought and effort into this post.

And in fact, not including the sentence that you are currently reading, I am up to 203 words, which proves something that I have known all along…

I can say nothing as well as anyone…or is it anybody?  Those two words have always confused me. Anyhoo…

Jayman and I will be doing a show this coming Sunday, February 9th as we celebrate Valentine’s Day, and how it’s a fucking bullshit holiday that revolves around women demanding a price tag on their love, and if it is not met?

Their significant other is a dead man.

Yeah…Valentine’s Day is full of love. Full of men getting kicked in the emotional junk and left needing a Viagra just in order to get it up enough to not pee all over their own feet.

I remember buying flowers for my wife one Valentine’s Day…They were elegant, well crafted, and the most beautiful shade of red I had ever seen.

Unfortunately…

I found out post roso facto, that that year she was in to yellow roses, and evidently my red roses were a big “fuck you” to her yellow rose fascination, of which, I knew nothing about.

That was years ago, but yeah, you guessed it…she’s still a cunt.

Anyway, as I really have nothing to say tonight, I’ll just end it here, and invite you all to listen to Jayman and I next Sunday from 8-10 PM ET…

We will have a hilarious, heart-felt Valentine’s Day themed show, which may or may not include midgets with big hearts, along with huge assed wives who have no souls.

Until then…

Cheers!!

Matt-Man

mattmaniws@ymail.com
@MattMan_IWS
My Facebook Page 

Matt Said, Jay Said...XLVIII

Matt kicks off.  Jay runs it back.  You throw a flag for delay of the IWS Radio Show.

Matt: Hellroooooooo?
Jay:  Glad you finally realized that today is Show Prep Day.
Matt:  Well with Schmoop here everyday, I never know what day it is.
Jay:  Yeah…When she was working, and was home during the day, you knew it was Saturday or Sunday.
Matt:  I know, right?  And now?  I am completely lost, day of the week wise.
Jay:  Man…it’s hard being you.
Matt:  Pffffffffffft.  Don’t I know it.

Jay:  So, I guess we should not do a show this Sunday since it’s Super Bowl Sunday.
Matt:  Yeah…It’s a shame, but for some reason the Super Bowl is more interesting than our comedy.
Jay:  I don’t get that.
Matt:  Me neither.
Jay and Matt:  Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?
Matt and Jay:  Plus, it would be nice to be able to watch the big game ourselves.  Hey-Ooooooooooooo!!

Jay:  Super Bowl Sunday is a good time…a few drinks…
Matt:  Some salty snacks…
Jay:  America coming together for four quarters…
Matt:  The dulled excitement of Joe Buck calling the game…
Jay:  If only Troy Aikman would feign a post-concussion seizure and deck that idiot.  That would be awesome!!
Matt:  Joe Buck’s neutrality as a human being, needs to be punched.
Jay:  Word.

Matt:  On the upside, Pam Oliver will be on the sidelines.  Mmmmmmmmm, Pam.
Jay:  Oh Hell Yeah…So will Erin Andrews; I hope the angry black man doesn’t frighten her again!!
Matt:  If he does, Sean Hannity will be all up in his ass.
Jay:  Ha…Sean Hannity couldn’t kick Erin Andrews’ ass, let alone Richard Sherman’s.
Matt:  Ha.  Word.

Jay:  So no show this Sunday, but we will be back February 9th.
Matt:  Damn straight, and it will be our Valentine’s Day Show.
Jay:  The Day of Heartache for female office workers who get one-upped by their female co-workers.
Matt:  It’s so sad when a chick feels less loved than her next-door cubicle buddy.
Jay:  It’s a fucking shame.
Matt and Jay:  Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

Matt:  Alright then…We’ll take this Sunday off during Super Bowl XLVIII, and come back February 9th.
Jay:  Sounds like a good plan.
Matt:  Enjoy your snacks and all of the gridiron action.
Jay:  You do the same, and pray for a costume malfunction involving Pam Oliver.
Matt:  I always do.

Jay and Matt:  Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!
   

Valentine's Day 2014, Best and Worst Gift Ideas

Cheeeeeeeers Bitches and a Happy Tuesday to you all.

Not only is today Tuesday, it is January 14th which means not only is it, Dress Up Your Pet Day for those of you who are so inclined to embarrass your pet by dressing him or her up, but…

January 14th is also, One Month Before the Day You Either Get Hot Sex or Smacked in the Face by Your Wife/Girlfriend/Mistress on Valentine’s Day Day.

That’s right guys, you have thirty days to prepare for the onslaught of sneers, jeers, or cheers that you receive from the woman in your life and her femme friends. So, I am here to make certain that you will hear nothing but cheers.

Oh, and you ladies who have been directed to this blog entry?  Disregard it, because well, as well all know, you do nothing on Valentine’s Day other than bitch about what you didn’t get from that special man in your life, so…

To wit and heretofore, are my best and worst gift ideas for the guys to buy for Valentine’s Day 2014...

Yesterday, I mentioned flowers in a Facebook comment of mine, women seem to dig flowers.  Terrible idea.

Flowers are temporary, die quickly, and with their death, so does your relationship.  If you want to give a woman something that temporarily fills them up, yet leaves them satisfied, send them a grilled ham ‘n’ cheese sandwich and some fries.  And?

Knowing my buddy Jayman as I do, he would say…

“And don’t go on the cheap, send them a fresh, crisp pickle spear along with it!!”

Some guys are goaded feel like because they are pussy whipped they have to want to go big time into buying overpriced jewelry for Valentine’s Day…Don’t…Do…It!! Bad gift idea.

When a guy buys his honey fancy jewelry, she will at first go nutsy Fagan all over it, but then she will pause, and think…

“That lying bastard must be cheating on me in order to buy me something this fancy.”

If you do want to buy your lady something shiny to wear, buy her a pair of steely, sparkling handcuffs.

Along with the cuffs, you could give her a sweet card that reads…

“You have made my heart your prisoner, and now, will you please be mine?”  See?  That’s HOT!!

And if she doesn’t like them, you can always give them to your mistress, which was your final intention and hope anyway.

Speaking of mistresses…If you have a wife and a mistress, be a good guy and gift give equally.  You don’t want to hurt the feelings of either of them, so…

Give them the same gift.

Buy each of them a ticket for a seven day Caribbean cruise so while both are asea, you can pick up a new girlfriend in addition to your mistress and wife, thereby completing the hat trick, Holy Trinity, and batting for the cycle of lewd behavior.

Just make sure the tickets for the wife and mistress are for different cruises. You wouldn't want your wife and mistress to spontaneously meet, talk nonchalantly, and during their friendly discourse, discover that you were the one who bought both tickets.

And?  If all of this advice is too much to digest and seems too complicated for you guys out there, do what my BFF Schmoop and I do on Valentine’s Day.

Order a pizza, drink some beer, peruse Facebook, and laugh at all of the posts reflecting the joy and sadness of which ladies got the bonanza, and which ladies got the heartache.

Cheers!!

Matt-Man

mattmaniws@ymail.com
@mattman_iws
My Facebook Page

A Day of Wine and Roses

Today is the big day. Valentine’s Day…

A day when men purchase overpriced roses, perhaps a shiny bauble or two, and then take their loved one out for food and fine wine.

Later in the day, some men may even do the same thing for their wife or girlfriend.

What does said male unit get for his trouble and generosity?

That’s right…Heartache.

Love is cruel.

Now don’t get me wrong, I am not completely against one’s love taking on the form of some type of tangible, commercial reward, but it should be mutual.

Too often it is not, and on this day I see too many men suffering from unrequited bling bestowment.

I guess one of my biggest peeves about Valentine’s Day is that Marketing Nazis attempt to coerce men into buying something for their target of affection.

Why buy something?

Creating something from one’s own heart, mind, and soul would be much more personal and romantic. Would it not?

For instance, this Valentine’s Day, I put together a memory box for Schmoop. It contains items that conjure up images from the first time we met.

The box contains a picture of a case of Bud Light, a leather belt, baby oil, and the very pair of red silk panties that she wore (albeit briefly) on the night we met.

That my friends, was a special night.

It wasn’t just love and roses though. There was some angst and regret of how quickly the passion unfolded. I tried to somehow bottle Schmoop’s regret from that night.

I decided to symbolize that feeling by filling a shot glass full of my urine and leaving the toilet seat up.

Matt-Man: Ar-teest d'Amour!!

See? Personal handcrafted gifts are much better than say, Pajama Grams. Have you seen those commercials for Pajama Grams? Gimme a break.

The ad says something like…Hey Guys, order your woman a sexy pair of pajamas for Valentine’s Day and have it delivered to her in a fancy hat box.

The ad and the visuals of it, imply that if a guy buys these “hot” PJs, she will be so happy that the PJs will later be flying off of her and she will be spread eagle on the bed.

Fuck That.

If I spend serious coin on pajamas for my ladies lady, I want her to leave them on and allow me to get my money’s worth out of them.

I want her to wear out that silky night garb to the point where her nipples have poked through the top, and the ass crack sweat has eaten away at the bottoms.

Passion is all well and good…but at what cost?

In spite of my extreme loathing slight cynicism about Valentine’s Day, I hope that yours is all that you’d like it to be.

Then again, you can do what I did this year...You can give up Valentine's Day for Lent.

Cheers…

Matt-Man
mattmaniws@ymail.com
@mattman_iws

And...If you missed IWS Radio LIVE yesterday, you catch Jay and I bashing the SOTU, Marco Rubio, the Pope, and all things Lent, by listening to the archives right c'here:

Your IWS Valentine's Day Horoscope

Happy Valentine’s Day all you gorgeous Cupids and Aphrodites out there!!

This is IWS Astrologer and Prophetess, Lana Jouráy here with your Valentine’s Day Love Horoscope.

I have read all the tea leaves, eyed every star, and studied all the chicken entrails in my backyard in order to give you a look into what will happen to you in regards to amore on this Valentine’s Day, 2012.

Let’s get to it; shall we, my at long last love, hopeful ones?

We shall...

Aries (March 21-April 19)

The laughter and disdain you enjoyed while making fun of all of your co-worker girlfriends for getting excited over receiving roses at the office today, will be replaced by tears of loneliness once you get home, thereby ruining the mashed potatoes in your, Meals for One, microwaveable dinner.

Taurus (April 20-May 20)

Doing all the leg work and shelling out all the coin to throw a Valentine’s Day party for your daughter’s entire 4th Grade class was a magnanimous gesture, however…Next year, you may want to hire someone other than, John Wayne Gacy Productions to put it on.

Gemini (May 21-June 20)

Taking your loved one to a restaurant staffed by mimes, seemed kitschy and fun, and it was…Until the bill came, and you had to shell out $125.00 for a make-believe dinner that the two of you pretended to eat.

Cancer (June 21-July 22)

Giving diamonds to your true love on Valentine’s Day is wildly sexy and extravagant, but giving her a diamond tipped sledge hammer to the head is pure overkill.

Leo (July 23-August 22)

Your romantic V-Day getaway to the Windy City is a complete and joyful sexfest…until the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre reenactment the two of you attend, turns all too real.

Virgo (August 23-September 22)

Proclaiming your love and asking your longtime girlfriend to marry you on National TV on Valentine’s Day, takes guts, courage, backbone, and a strong will.  And that is exactly why you will fail to do so once again.

Libra (September 23-October 22)

Women born under this sign will experience an exponential increase in marriage proposals and come-ons, as the American Astrological Society changes the zodiac name to, Labia.

Scorpio (October 23-November 21)

Serenading your love interest at night, outside and below her bedroom window, is a truly romantic notion on your part, but seriously, your dad would prefer that you leave your sister alone, and let her get some sleep.

Sagittarius (November 22-December 21)

You are opposed to the, “one day of love thing.”  You think of love as a year long endeavor, and that is why you will, like the other 364 days of the year, lovingly and with gusto, beat the shit out of your wife for not having dinner ready when you get home from the bar.

Capricorn (December 22-January 19)

Releasing your repressed inner animal and saying farewell to societal norms by having sex in a public place with your boss is incredibly hot and liberating, but doing it with him in a hospital waiting room as his wife gives birth down the hall, is somewhat tacky.

Aquarius (January 20-February 18)

Don’t spend this day crying over spilt Communion Wine…It’s time to realize that your barely pubescent days as the most requested Altar Boy at St. Raphael’s Catholic Church have long since passed.  Move On!!

Pisces (February 19-March 20)

After all these years, you finally experience unconditional love when you spend Valentine’s Day night in a jail cell with a burly black man named, Crowbar Dixon.  Love springs eternal, or at least for 5-10 years.

I hope my efforts of prognostication are helpful.

For I’m With Stupid, this is Lana Jouráy saying…

Keep looking up, because the stars wanna shine on your face.

Lana

Email:  neshobadude@yahoo.com
Twitter:  @mattmaniws