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  1. Hug Discrimination on the Basis of Weight

    May 14, 2008 by Andrew Block

    I don’t think men like hugging other skinny men very much.

    A bold claim, I know, so let me explain. I’m talking to the guys here.

    As a male, if and when I hug another guy, I personally don’t enjoy hugging skinny guys. In fact, the last thing I want to feel in the midst of a friendly embrace is some dude’s rib cage. Or, if you can wrap your arms around a man, and then touch your own back…now come on, this is just plain wrong. No one likes this: it’s like hugging a telephone pole (minus the splinters, of course).

    I’d much rather put my arms around some big, rotund, warm bear of a guy than a spindly, bony whisp of a man. Wouldn’t you? Come on, be honest: if you really think about it (guys), when you hug other guys, you discriminate on the basis of weight. You go for the substantial ones. It’s OK, you can admit it…I know I do. Yessir, I like ‘em large.

    I think this is why no one likes hugging me. People always prefer to hug my overweight friends over me; but since I perpetuate this issue via my own hugging choices, I can’t really get too upset. Plus I’m Swedish, and we prefer not to hug anyway. Nope, only the plumpest of Swedes engage in such girly displays of affection.

    But, there are certain social situations where a hug is unavoidable, like when a lot of Peruvian men are around. If you really must hug a skinny man but are revolted by the very idea of it, try having him stuff pillows or blankets in his shirt. This creates an illusion of girth that may help you get through the hug. Or, if no bedding is available, try getting two skinny guys to stand right next to each other, and then hug them both at the same time. While two skinny guys does not equal one portly guy, it helps.

    If the aforementioned methods are just too big of steps to start with, try hugging an obese man while maintaining eye contact with a skinny man. You will find that—if you do this enough—you may eventually be able to associate the warm fuzziness of the fat man with the skinny man.

    So you see, there are options available to you when hugging a skinny man is inevitable. You don’t need to make the poor guy feel bad by declining to hug him on the basis of his scrawniness. But, if you simply cannot bring yourself to hug your skeletal friends, try to make up an excuse, like you have to pee, or there’s a good buffet you have to get to. At least try not to make him think you won’t hug him because he doesn’t even weigh triple digits.

    But most importantly, don’t beat yourself up because you’d rather hug a fat guy…millions of men every day suffer from this same complex—you’re not alone!


  2. Why does your website look like Mac OS?

    April 29, 2008 by Andrew Block

    It doesn’t. Or if it does, it’s purely a coincidence. If anything, I’d say my site looks like Windows Vista.

    Edit 5/3/08: I was being facetious when I claimed my site looked like Vista. :)


  3. Worst. Slogan. Ever.

    April 13, 2008 by Andrew Block

    My McDonald’s bag this morning contained a slogan that I will henceforth consider to be the worst slogan of all time:

    Our burgers are 100% beef, and there’s no percent better than that.

    Wow, I didn’t know Mickey D’s had math majors working in their marketing department! This is of course part of the uber lame “I’m lovin’ it” campaign.

    Blech. I hate McDonald’s advertising. So does this guy (warning: abrasive/crude language alert—you have been warned!).


  4. Was God playing a joke on us when He made dogs?

    December 21, 2007 by Andrew Block

    Sometimes dogs do things, and I just have to ask myself, “Was God playing some kind of practical joke on me?”

    For example, my parents have a little neurotic black lab named Wally. His goal in life is to pee on as much stuff outside as possible. Well, the other day my folks had placed a large urn on their back steps. Somehow this was threatening to Wally, who refused to go outside until the urn was removed from the steps. He stood by the door, stared at the urn, and shook uncontrollably. Did he think the urn was for his ashes? But Wally also likes to mate with blankets and teddy bears, so we really can’t expect much from him.

    Or how about this: my dog, Chevy (a large yellow lab/golden retriever mix) has a thing for soap. That’s right, bar soap. One day I came home from work, and all I saw in the bathroom were muddy paw prints in the tub, and giant teeth marks in the soap. Mmmm, soap. As I looked at the dog to shame him, he simply licked his lips and looked at me as though he had accomplished something great. In his walnut-sized doggie brain, he deserved a trophy for being the “Most Valuable Soap Licker.” In his free time, Chevy also likes to relocate socks, bark at nothing, investigate garbage cans, and bring you embarassing things at inappropriate times (like underwear during a Christmas party).

    Yet another black lab my parents owned–this time a fat one named Snickers–had the tendency of sticking his face in sprinklers. His goal in life was to escape out the back door and find the nearest sprinkler. When he found said sprinkler, he would either: a) stick his face in it so his gums flapped every which way; or b) lay on it. Snickers also liked to drop his ball in the toilet, eat money, sleep under things, and cower in fear of vacuum cleaners–but perhaps those are stories for another time.

    What are these crazy animals thinking when they do the things they do? Are they thinking at all? What do they hope to accomplish? Do they know they’re being funny? Are they hams?

    Perhaps. But all I can deduce from their odd behavior is that God created them to make us laugh.