Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
RELEASED INTO THE WILD
www.DivorcedGuy.com has a link to the blog. For some reason or another, they feel my material is relevant to their content. To really help them out, I’m going to put out a couple pieces geared specifically to the recently divorced.
So, you’ve just gotten a divorce. Congratulations or condolences; whichever salutation fits your situation. Years have been spent in captivity. I’m sure you are a little confused about your current surroundings. Obviously you are befuddled about survival in the wild. Don’t worry, Uncle Rusty will be your Sherpa, your rabbi, your tour guide into the great unknown.
DATING:
Are you kidding? I know your instinct as a formerly captive animal is to return to the safe confines of female companionship. You are wrong. You are screwed up. You need to learn to fend for yourself before you even think about such things. Besides, your poor from paying child support and alimony payments. You can’t afford to date.
FREEDOM:
When Uncle Rusty’s cage was opened, I ran roaring and snarling into the forest, ready to do everything my wife hadn’t allowed. My first tragic encounter was food. I went to KFC and bought a big bucket of extra crispy and extra large cole slaw. I then ran to the store for a whole German Chocolate cake and a sixer of Dos Equis. I got home and began an epic food orgy.
I soon realized why men cannot be left to fend for themselves. I ate and ate and ate. The carbs, fat and alcohol soon took over. I was in so much pain. But, much like a heroin addict, I could not stop. I kept chasing that dragon. I finally ended up comatose on the floor with a drumstick in one hand and a hand full of cake in the other.
LIVING ACCOMODATIONS:
Welcome to the sad depression of divorced guy apartments. You moved in believing you would lounge around the pool and pick up on all the local hotties. It’s not going to happen. Your legs haven’t seen the sun in years. You’ll spend on afternoon on the pool deck and scare children with the glare off your alabaster skin. After a couple hours, you’ll end up in the burn unit from the damage the sun has inflicted. The pool will never be visited again.
I was lucky when I moved into my own place. My little sister supplied me with plenty of old dishes and cooking utensils. I was working for a beer distributor and raided the warehouse for pint glasses and pitchers. My wife not only wanted a husband upgrade, she also wanted new furniture. I was lucky I didn’t have to use lawn furniture or scour garage sales.
Avoid putting up any artwork. I ended up with my old posters I found in my parents’ attic. Although I enjoyed my Pink Floyd and Farrah Fawcett posters, it just didn’t work.
SURVIVAL:
You’re going to be miserable. But, through great suffering comes great knowledge. Someone really smart said that. I think it was Steve Carell. I can’t remember. Don’t worry. Things will get better. In the mean time, embrace your melancholy. You can be productive by writing country songs or volunteering at the suicide hot line.
One day you’ll decide you don’t want to be sad anymore and the healing will begin. You’ll start doing stupid things and the world will seem a little better.
To help the healing, I took a trip with four friends to Cancun. We stayed at a European style resort. There’s nothing like being rejected by large, topless Romanian women to get your game back in shape. I plan on going back again, as soon as the restraining orders expire.
Good luck. It’s going to get better. You’re going to survive. You will probably end up wiser and happier. Just avoid the natives with poison spears.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Seven Wonders of the Redneck World
Everyone has heard of the 7 Wonders of the World. I'm sure the Pyramids of Giza are impressive. There is no doubt the Collosus of Rhodes would be inspiring. But, being a certified hillbilly, I don't have the means or desire to leave my beloved home to see them.
However, I have compiled a list of some of the most impressive things I've seen along the highways and byways of 'merica. So without further ado, here's my list.
However, I have compiled a list of some of the most impressive things I've seen along the highways and byways of 'merica. So without further ado, here's my list.
For 51 years tourists have made the pilgrimage here to try and devour the 72 oz. steak dinner. This place is the definitive Texas Tacky.
38 automobiles make up this replica of Stonehenge in England. Located in Western Nebraska, this oddity was built by Jim Reinders in 1987. Instead of druids, this one has buicks.
It's said that Joshua Tree in California has many metaphysical and spiritual qualities. It's said that Jim Morrison ventured to the desert oasis for inspiration and enlightenment. Myself; I head east on Route 66 and go to Cadillac Ranch for my solitude and heightened awareness. After finishing a few Lone Star beers while perched beneath the differential of a Coupe deVille, life become clear again.
In Darwin, Minnesota, Francis Johnson spent 24 weeks wrapping twine. In the end he had a ball 12 feet in diameter and weighting over 5 tons. It's a testament to meaninglessness.
North of Atlanta, in Marietta, Georgia is the Big Chicken. Rising 56 feet over Highway 41, the sheet metal monolith has become the premiere geographic marker in the area. "Is it north or south of the Big Chicken?" is a common question.
Located in Covington, Louisiana, Insta-Gator Ranch and Hatchery will throw your children a memorable birthday party. Know for their "Play with the Gator" area, your kids can handle baby gators to their hearts content. (or at least until they lost a finger of two)
Traveling north on I75 in Monroe, Ohio, one could not miss the 62 foot figure of Jesus rising from the gigantic baptismal pool. Big Butter Jesus (so named for its yellow tone) was an impressive attraction. Unfortunately, BBJ was built of styrofoam with a thin layer of fiberglass. In 2010 it was struck by lightning and caught fire with Hindenburg like glory.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Cool Stuff Lost in the Move
When I moved in with my girlfriend, I didn't realize I'd have to give up so much stuff. If you want to go by Goodwill, I'm sure they'll give you a good price
As soon as I lost another 75 lbs. I'm sure I could have gotten this thing to work |
Good Bye Mr. Robo Monkey |
Some people don't understand the genius that is MacGyver |
Oh, the hours of fun I had playing TSA Strip Search |
Seriously. It's inflatable toast. Its coolness speaks for itself |
Losing this was highly illogical |
NO! Not FrankenErnie! |
It was always half past Marsha |
The dogs didn't like the Screaming Monkey Slingshot |
It would have looked so good above the fireplace |
What are they? Freudian Slippers. Of course. |
Don't blame me when the zombies attack. |
It made kissing me special |
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