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Livin’ the dream
By briantologist | June 29, 2004
The fetching Darleece is out of town, visiting her newly repatriated sister, for whom I suppose I’ll have to come up with a nickname now. It’s no Huge Daunting Journey, just Norman, two boring hours down the Turnpike. But as I end up doing every time tha Lady leaves town, I spent last night visiting bachelorhood. As anyone willing to be frank about bachelorhood knows, this doesn’t mean strippers and barhopping as much as it means internet porn and the Margarita bucket.
I think there’s a pretty good reason why married men live longer.
Topics: Reflections From the Bottom Rung | 5 Comments »
June 30th, 2004 at 11:39 pm
wow, your wife leaves town and everyone clams up?
While my spouse was a bachelor, there was no such thing as ‘The Intra-Net’. So he was forced to visit the squeaky door room at the video store….
The margarita bucket…sounds like a pretty great day as a stay at home mother….add porn to it and you have a really nice playgroup.
July 1st, 2004 at 12:32 am
Okay, thank you — the silence was getting a little unnerving.
God, thanks to Oklahoma’s stupid-ass blue laws, you can’t rent actual porn in-state — it’s illegal to show any of the actual nuts and bolts of porn (so to speak), and so the only porn you can rent here is basically even lamer than Cinemax porn.
I can’t really remember why I felt like you’d be happy to know that. Damn margarita bucket.
July 1st, 2004 at 10:56 am
We should take a road trip in search of porn. HEE…Okies in search of porn.
July 1st, 2004 at 12:14 pm
One thing I love about Oklahoma’s neighboring states is how happy they are to help us circumvent our retarded blue laws. All the border towns are bursting with booze-stocked convenience stores, tattoo parlors, and (at least in Texas) porn, porn, porn! I get a little misty when I see the giant porn barns waiting patiently just on the other side of the Red River. God bless ‘murka.
July 1st, 2004 at 8:56 pm
I know why you told me about the porn issues in Oklahoma….so that when I’m lured by the tornadoes, I’ll be able to take a step back and say to myself, “But God, the commute…just for porn. I can’t do that.”
Thanks!
Reminds me of buying (or TRYING to buy) beer in Pennsylvania…Philadelphia actually. My God. I’ve never felt more like a raging alcoholic in my life. Everywhere there should have been beer…..like the grocery store or a 7-11…there was none.
I only found out after the fact that there are ‘Special Stores’ for beer and wine and spirits. I’m boycotting Pennsylvania now.
And Oklahoma, no offense. I need easy access to porn.