Love and Happiness
Condom-In-Soup Case Is Resolved in Calif.
Four chicks find condom in their clam chowder. Yeeeees.
Let us go to our corners and clear out our dirty little minds.
I wanted to write something witty, or vulgar, whichever came first.
There’s a tadpole in my soup? I think it needs more salt. Taste like something I’ve had before. My husband makes it the same way — but only better.
But I got nothing. No-thing
They never said if it might have been a used condom. I think that matters. It’s best to guess on the negative. Either someone had sex in the kitchen or on the shores. My bet is on the shores. Who gets the chance to have sex in a restaurant kitchen without anyone noticing. But all out on the boats. Away from the wives and girlfriends. Maybe a visit from a female or a chick from a nearby bar. Or a prostitute. Possibly a dude who hadn’t had a drink of water in a day or two. Go for the worst.
I’m putting too much thought into this. I think I need to focus on something else.
Whatever happened to Karen Mulder? You know, one of the women who posed half-naked for Victoria’s Secret. One of the original supermodels. I remember hearing that she had a nervous breakdown. Or she tried to kill herself, or something like that. It was on Extra or Inside Edition or Access Hollywood, one of those shows.
It must be hard being rich and beautiful. A lot of these models go off the deep end like Naomi Campbell. They get into the drugs and drink. I guess it’s to compensate for the fact that the only attention and love they could ever receive is due to the fact that they have rail-thin fake unnatural bodies. They search out for love from the public, whore themselves to the masses for the weak platitudes and hollow honors placed before them. They understand that everything in their pathetic lives means nothing, and has virtually no worth. They are worthless even though they are worth millions.
But I sure wouldn’t mind banging one of them. I love hot fucked up crazy chicks. They give my life meaning. And every life needs meaning. Right? What is your life worth if you’re not living through someone else whose life has a far greater worth in the public eye? Behind every great man lies a woman who nagged the fuck out him. Behind every great woman is a man who’s about to divorce her ass.
I guess the moral to take from this is to keep your spouse or significant other strong enough to succeed, but not strong enough to think they can keep it going without you. Or to keep that person strong enough to live off of, but not strong enough to give them the audacity to drop your tired ass. Stroke’em and beat’em down at the same damn time. It’s the only way to survive in a true modern day loving relationship.
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