Life Lessons

It’s that time of the week again.  It’s Funny Friday.  Do you want to play along?  Of course you do.  Here are the rules: 1. A minimum of roughly 80 percent of everything that you do today must a.) be hilarious, b.) incite hilarity or c.) pay the pickle man.  2. You may or may not do whatever it takes to uphold rule #1.  Also, third, don’t be annoying.  That has the opposite effect (save it for Over-the-top Tuesday).

If you’re having trouble deciding what to do on Funny Friday, then you’re over thinking the task.  Here are some things you can do, though, if you’re really having trouble:

Imitate a retarded person imitating a normal person

Sneak up on friend with one of your farts in a jar

Piss in something that’s not a toilet

Have a coffee drinking contest

Sleep with your fat neighbor but no kissing

Punch a bunny in the face

Push over a one-legged duck (quack!)

See how many grapes you can fit in your mouth

Spin your office chair until you fall out of it/puke

Hula hoop on a chair

Spend some allowance from your spank bank

Tape your hands together with masking tape and poke stuff

Pull your cat’s tail

Take a dump in a fitting room

Chew old gum out of the carpet

Fill a can with spit and drink it

Eat a cigarette

Tape your cube mate’s office supplies to a wall just out of his reach

Play dress up

Cut your own

Make a paper airplane and set it on fire before you throw it

Take your shirt off,  sit down and watch your stomach fat get fatter/paint your nipples white with white-out

Look at kittens/puppies/babies

Have a push-up contest with your friend Donny

When Donny wins, murder him (for fun)

Whatever it is you end up doing, have fun with it.  After all, it is Funny Friday.

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What’s the best part about shrimp?  They’re American, dammit!  Those tiny sh*ts are plentiful and, as far as I’m concerned when you’ve got some of that delicious cocktail sauce, they’re tasty, too.  But something happened recently  that really puckers my barn hole.

Seven weeks ago (and counting), the oil and gas mogul, British Petroleum or BP,  “accidentally” collapsed an oil well in the Gulf of Mexico and is uncontrollably pumping its bubbly crude all over American shrimping waters.  Why we haven’t waged war against these f*ck sticks is beyond me.

What’s worse is that we (America collectively, except Lonny) have swallowed this grimy glob and will to continue to do so.  In a gesture to keep fishing and tourism industries afloat during this crisis, BP has done what any company does in a crisis situation; they threw money at it.  Big money, too.  It’s the kind of money that allows sick f*cks the opportunity to do sick f*ck things.

This is the kind of money that says, “Not only am I not going to fix this environmental catastrophe, I’m going to buy you, cut off your balls and make you my eunuch, remove your testicles from the hairy ball skin, staple, then duct tape the skin over your mouth and nose while I tickle you and watch you die to death you p*ssy.”

Thanks to cash reimbursements to support lost business caused by the oil spill, some fishing companies are generating more business than before the spill.

Instead of using this money to protect themselves from future oopsies, companies spend to reinvent themselves.  This unadvised spending creates illusions of market stability in uncertain times and opens the flood gates for struggling companies to venture into risky endeavors.

I can imagine the CEO from one of the aforementioned struggling fishing companies thinking, “This is the time we make a big move.”  And because he has new money to burn, he goes against all logic and fishes oil soaked waters.  After which, some greased wheel at a hackneyed advisory operation like the Louisiana Shrimp and Fisherman Council to okay some new product line.   All of a sudden, your kid is hooked on Red Lobster’s/Fishy Joe’s/Long John Silver’s/Generic non-seafood eatery’s Crude Dude’s Boily and Oily Super Duper Shrimp Poppers (try ‘em with tar ball dippin’ sauce!) which by some stroke has been pushed to market by a rejuvenated BP (British Prawns).

I’m really gonna hate that.

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Smoke 'em if you got 'emThe old saying used to say that “you should smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.”  There’s no worse advice in the history of all of the things that have ever been advised.  Smoking is gross.

If  you got ‘em, you should just shoot yourself.  This is to say that even a dead and rotting corpse is more attractive than a smoker.  If you smoke, you’re dead to me.  If you don’t smoke, then we should hang out.  If you don’t hang out, then you should.  I’m a lot of fun.

By the way, don’t think that you can hide your nicotine addiction by chewing your smokeless tobacco around me either.  That’s gross, too.  It’s all spittooning your chaw into the empty water bottles in my car.  You don’t deserve bottles.  You deserve cancer.  If you chew, then you should put fire ants in your eyes and cayenne pepper in your pee hole.  That’s right.  Pee hole.

Oh, and another thing; pull my finger.  Smell that?  Old wet newspapers and canned, creamed corn.  You are that smell to me…completely disgusting.  If you’re going to insist on riding your premium, menthol-flavored cancer pony to your grave, please, count me out.  I don’t want anything to do with you.  Now will you have sex with me?

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This was me at one hot point in my life

I was a fireman at one hot point in my life.  It wasn’t the worst gig I’ve ever had, but it was no day at the beach.  During my rookie year, I got hosed for always sleeping in.  The other guys used to haze me by lighting matches and putting them out in my ears.  I don’t care what you say, ear wax isn’t for candles.  My fire chief would get all steamed about my work ethic.  He always said that I shouldn’t try and be a hero because I’d probably accidentally kill someone.   Little did he know, I only accidentally killed an old lady’s cat and an old lady.  To my defense, the cat was already on fire.  After that incident, the chief (who I suspect knew nothing of it) put me on paperwork detail.  To get funding for our department, he made me write these back drafts.  The only thing I really liked about the job is that we went out to Buffalo Wild Wings a couple times after work and got their hottest wings: Blazin’.  Besides that, I wasn’t very good at putting out fires.  Fire fighting just wasn’t for me.  Luckily, a job at the meat packing plant opened after one of their oldest employees didn’t show up.  I was rescued.  Good riddens.

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There comes a time in every relationship when the love is strained. Every couple has their way of managing these shaky times. One of my favorites and usually the subject of many daytime television talk shows is when a couple thinks it’s appropriate to add another person. I’m talking about threesomes or menage a trois. Mixing it up a little seems to be a good treatment for an ailing partnership. I’m here to tell you that it is not.

The game of ‘plus one’ is dangerous. Men think that a shaky relationship can only be saved in the bedroom. His mindset is that if he can get her to “Oh face” one more time, things’ll be saved. But that’s the tricky part. Women think outside the box spring. A woman would sacrifice somewhat on the lovemaking side if it meant a man would treat her right.

But, a man thinks the word threesome automatically assumes that the girl he’s been fantasizing about at work is going to magically accept his gracious offer to sleep with him and his girlfriend or wife. Wrong. A man’s best chance at attracting another woman to aid his failing relationship is probably going to begin and end with a hooker. Like picking a puppy from a pet store, this method will most certainly bankrupt your budget and leave many piss stains on your rugs. Once you bring your new friend, Cinnamon, home to meet the fam, I’m sure you’ll find that things have already gone awry.

I must say, that nothing makes a woman feel more special than a spin around the bed with some other chick driving. Psyche. Women hate that. A girl wants to feel like she’s the only one in the world. Sleeping with you and your wife doesn’t accomplish that goal. Sleeping with you and another girl doesn’t do it for your wife either. My advice: don’t do this, you can’t make the bonds of love stronger by adding another person; it will only strain things further.

For women, however, salvaging a union with a threesome takes on another meaning entirely. Similar to men, the conquest begins in the bedroom. When women think threesome, they think baby. As wonderful as a bundle of joy can be, this is disastrous. For women, a baby signifies a milestone in life and shows the world that they’re fertile and responsible. This is a strong message to send to the bitches from high school. For men, however, a baby means extra expense. The man must work harder and more often to provide for his partner and his newly fashioned love child. As a result, he fills all of his time working and seldom sees the family he fights so hard to preserve. My advice: don’t do this either. Once again, adding another person to a strained relationship will only hurt your chances of sanctity.

A threesome in a strained relationship, no matter how you describe it, is tricky. If you’re serious about an open relationship or having a baby, make sure that the lines of communication as well as the bonds that tie are solid. It’s not a tool for fixing or enhancing. Threesomes are meant for ruining lives. That’s why the only threesomes you know of are from the porno you watch. If you’re having difficulties with your relationship, talk it out. Touch and feel and listen. If that doesn’t work, cut your losses. Chances are there’s a couple of baby makers out there looking to mingle.

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soapy hand wash

That soap just cleaned itself

There’s a little secret that God hasn’t told you about.  That’s right, you’re just s’posed to figure it out for yourself.  Soap, my friend, is a self cleaning miracle device.

You wash your hands; the soap stays clean.  You wash your face; the soap stays clean.  I washed my butt; your face and hands are clean.  It’s anti-bacterial by nature, the way your good lord intended.  Haven’t you heard “reeks to high Heaven”?  God smelled you and reevaluated the situation.  Boom!  Soap, hallelujah.

He didn’t stop there, however.  Ladies, have you ever had one of those not so fresh days?  I’m talking about ladies’ troubles right in and around the fourth week.  That’s right!  God smelled you, too.  He took a sniff and decided to build in the self cleansing feature you’re familiar with today.  Ta da!

The new and improved vagina is self cleaning and roomy enough to store an assortment of latex-covered, battery-operated machines.  Much better than the old model all covered in hair.  You know how many pieces of chewed gum I’ve lost in the tangles?  Several.  I should have my mouth washed with soap for talking like that.

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Every once in a long while, the animosity you bare for your fellow earthlings falls by the wayside.  You learn to live and let live and even love and get head.  I am convinced the formula for such change heavily relies on one’s ability to share.

I recently acquired an animal pet.  Her name is Tippi Nunu but I call her Nu for short.  She is black and white and pees in the sink.  I really like her and the story of how we found her is amazing.  As much as I like this cat, my old cat, Tookie or Grandpa for short, hates her.  Or at least that’s how it’s seemed since I brought her home.

For the first two months, they have been fighting and mangling each other in only the way cats can; loudly and with the removal of fur.  The points of contention are usually related to food or territory or fiscal responsibility.  Tippi says, “My space” and Tookie says, “I’ll claw your eyeballs out!  Facebook, bitch!”  And a kitty quarrel ensues.

The other day I awoke to the frisky felines contending over the warm spot between my legs (the place where my sleep-farts live).  At first it seemed like they were actually sharing the spot until I realized a thousand small incisions covering my shins.  Apparently, I was a victim of circumstance in their battle royal.

Today I saw Tookie and Tippi in one of the special cat beds I bought for them.  This is a scene I’ve seen before and, like those times before, I feared there may be blood.  Something unusual happened, though.  Instead of fighting for the small island nation of Catbedonia, the cats were sharing.  In fact, Tookie, my old, large, white sour-puss was licking Tippi, the smaller, blacker cat.

I was astonished so I took a video on my phone.  It was short lived, however, when Tippi made a sudden move that spooked ol’ Tookus.  He went from licking to biting in a matter of milliseconds.  I assume Tookie has marinating agent in his saliva that enables his fangs to sink more easily into skin.  I took video of that as well.  Completely amazing.  Regardless of the circumstances, they are making huge strides in sharing and love.  See for yourself…

The calamity that ensued…

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Fat dog

You can give the dog tacos if he does his trick

Part of the new diet that I started last week is to get my flabby, smelly self to the gym at least every once and a while.  While seemingly good, this strategy faces a mogul.  Herein lies the problem; at the heart of every diet there is a monster lurking waiting to rear its ugly head.  Since I have limited my work-outs to binge eating and seldom vomiting (great for your abs but not your self-esteem), it has been much more difficult to move around efficiently.

I liken it to one of those gym commercials on TV.  In the commercial, every body’s fit and looking good.  The price in the ad suggests you could afford a membership to the gym, and maybe that’s true.   However, since you lack any sort of physique (let alone a healthy one) and risk judgment from other members, you permanently fix yourself to the sofa.  You essentially decide that in order to fit in at the commercial’s gym, you’d first have to join a less reputable gym filled with ugly people that you feel comfortable around until you developed into a worthy specimen.  In other words, there’s a lot of work involved just to start the work that’s involved.  Clearly, not worth it.

And that’s me.  I decided that getting old, fat me up and off the couch is a work-out in itself.  It’s such a heavy burden to bear, in fact, that such work usually deserves a salty/sugary/fat laden snack or two, or three, or just gimme the whole box, dammit!

The cycle will continue until one day, I look out from the body of an enormous gastropod only to see that TLC is filming in my living room.  Yes, the TV that I ignored for so long will find me out once again, thus, showing me what a waste I’ve become.  I imagine that the producers of “House Whale” will try convincing me of some exotic and new gastric bypass surgery that, in the event it doesn’t kill me, will take me down a size or two, or three, or just gimme…

Unfortunately, after some initial excitement, I imagine the brochures that the producers show me to sell their fancy surgery are riddled with svelte recovering fat freaks.  I will again hold that I could only accept the exotic bypass procedure if first I incurred a smaller surgery at a less reputable clinic.  The producers will discuss the issue and ultimately reject my claim.  I will wither away into a fifteen hundred pound puddle of tears and nothing more.

No matter how hard I work-out, there is no way I will ever lose the ugly head.

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Don't judge me

This is no joke...he needs a smoke. It's part of his identity.

Life is a test of finding your niche.  Your self-worth is determined by the relationships that you create.  Phrases like “match made in Heaven” or “balance is best” come to mind.  After all, acceptance is human nature.  It’s as important to discover yourself  as it is to find people who value you for the person you claim to be.

These discoveries may include finding a mate that loves you exactly the same as you love it; eating the right diet that tastes good but doesn’t make you fat; smoking the right brand of cigarettes; landing the right job; watching just a little less TV than the American average and other things.   But these life long quests can lead to some not-so-good outcomes.  Mixing the desire to be accepted with self-satisfying behavior is absurdly difficult.

There is a major conflict that stands between these two endeavors.  If in the attempt to discover yourself you fail, then your record will be tarnished.  To find out what things you like, you may venture into territory that’s not suited to your interests.  In doing so, you discover that the activity which you are participating, is, in fact, deviant behavior.

Maybe you try tea in place of coffee or do a different type of work out at the gym or, perhaps you journeyed into the bi-sexual section of your Netflix account.  Now you’re being solicited movie titles like Harry, Dick and Sue and Boys on the Side.  Your wife logs into the account and boom; now you’re in therapy.

You didn’t find what you were looking for and, as a result of your curiosity, you get singled-out and mocked.

Unfortunately, because of the fear of judgment and exclusion you face by discovering yourself, you hesitate to ever step “outside the box”.  And so it happens.  You ultimately wave your God given right to be your own person and stick to the mainstream.  The perfect pair…you and everybody else.

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I’ve been applying to jobs here and now just to appease some of my friends at the corporate office.  My attitude has been that I’ve got so much on my plate there’s no real reason to be looking for a job in any serious regard.  That all changed yesterday when I had an epiphany of sorts.  I don’t need to work, I want to work!  Although dickin’ around on the Interwebs is phenomenally entertaining and fun and keeps me busy most of the day, it just doesn’t pay a whole lot.  Yeah, blogging and jerking off at the computer is work for me, but it’s not enough.

Sheen, tucker

Money Talks and also sucks

Money talks and walks and I was at a baseball game once and I saw the pitcher, a crisp five-dollar bill right up from the minors  miff a pitch; apparently money also balks.  Money isn’t the only reason I want to work but it doesn’t hurt.  Recently, I attended a Jefferson County workforce-center seminar that introduced me to the idea that working for a living isn’t all that bad.  ”It’s not?” I distastefully murmured.  It’s what the Communists call Utopia.  It’s what I call sweet salad dressing.  The delicious aftertaste to an otherwise bland heap of roughage.

Life is work.  It’s just that and if the work doesn’t pay, you need to move on.  So that’s what I’m proposing here.  I am moving on.  Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still be blogging my face off and pursuing my dreams of successful dreaming.  I will just be adding a paycheck to it…somehow.  I hear Craigslist is popular.

If you’ve got any ideas or know a guy who is looking for my type of talent (you know?  The 6’2″, handsome and well-groomed type of talent), then drop me a line.  I’ll see you on the other side.

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Ever since high school, I’ve been hip to the health scene.  I’m familiar with the rules that insure a healthy life:  eating the right foods, exercising regularly and burning more calories than I ingest are crucial to successful living.

Since high school, however, I have avoided these rules like the plague.   Nothing turns my buttons like a fifteen thousand calorie day packed full of stuffing my fat face at a buffet or drinking my way through a suitcase of beer.  It pains me to think that these days of extravagant indulgence are over.  I have neglected my body too long.  As a result of my willie-nilly relationship with exercising and dieting, my heart hurts.

So, starting today, I have decided to adhere to a lifestyle change: a specific diet of no more than 2500 calories a day combined with regular exercise, lots of water and a daily vitamin.  I am tracking my calorie intake at www.my-calorie-counter.com.  Right now, I’m a flabby 221 pounds…I’d like to weigh less (somewhere around 185).  My BMI is somewhere between “ech” and “fatty”.  I’d like to maintain this plan for six months or until it becomes habitual.  I made a chart with my wife to help track progress and plan out meals.Chart Progress

I have a gym membership that has been collecting dust for months.  I will work out at least three times a week for at least 45 minutes per time.  I’m ready, I’m able and I’m willing.  Here we go!  It’s time to kick start this bitch!

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Beach bum

There's a small sand castle under that man's hat

I’ve been out of a job for three months now. I could think of no better way to celebrate that fact than by setting off to the region of the world known as Mexico. My thought was that I could live it up in an all-inclusive resort on less money than it takes to fill up my gas tank (btw, I drive a bus).

However, Mexico’s third-world hospitality left a bad taste in my mouth. Mexicans were so nice even though Americans were so stupid and mean. Additionally, its tropical climate left my fair-skinned ass cheeks as chapped and chaffed as a cheap prostitute’s money hole.

What I thought was going to be a great deal turned into a great dump. The shams that have been put in place to make up for years of degradation by Americans give Mexicans a bad name. I soon realized that my presence in Mexico wasn’t doing anyone any good.

I don’t think that anybody should go to Mexico and I have no one to blame but all of you. It won’t get any better until people stay away and give Mexico time to recover from years of abuse from Western culture. Here, then, are ten reasons that people should stay out of Mexico:

10. “All-inclusive resort” is Spanish for “nothing’s included in the price except give us more money”

9. The watered down Tequila is 40% alcohol by ballroom

8. Tipping is unnecessary and mandatory

7. I was in a restaurant and ordered a steak that was cooked to medium weird

6. All of the good help has immigrated north

5. The Chinese food was not very good

4. The polluted and murky sea water is not safe for drowning in

3. Pesos look like and function as play money

2. The soiled Mexican scenery makes the Jersey Shore look like paradise

-and, finally-

1. There is no doubt about it…you will get sick

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My one time great dorm mate and supposed tweaker, Dave W. Cissell , once posted on his Facebook that “Morality is temporary, wisdom is permanent…”

tattoo

Notice the butterfly's unicorn horn

tattoo of pancake

Short stack, short stack, coming up

There was a time when I was strictly opposed to the form of body art known as tattooing.  I forbade myself from ever permanently scarring my flesh with some meaningless tribal band or ill placed flower.  I was opposed, until I heard this story of a band of brothers and their quest for greatness; a story that I’m making mine.  This story gave me wisdom.

And, so it was.  I ventured into the vast expanse of the world and came back with a permanent scar.  It’s something to show just how committed to living life fully I really am.  Sunday:

My wife, Jessica, and I went to the tattoo parlor the other day and returned with ink.  We were assisted by Ben at Primitive Soul Tattoo in Lakewood, CO.

Nice place.  Clean, seemingly reputable.

We were joined by our good friend and snack raider, Tyler J.  Jessica didn’t want us to watch as she received her ‘too so Ty and I ran to get some pho.  It took an hour, but it was really good pho.  Pho 95.  The best, Jerry.  The best.  We were headed back when I received a call from Jessica.  ”It’s time,” she said.

When I arrived there were some kids standing outside the shop smoking.  One looked like a retard, another one slipped on some ice and nearly fell.  As I was walking in, I slipped in the same spot.  ”Now who looks like the retard?” their jeers suggested.

We went in and I got inked.  Squid style, son.  The image of a short stack of pancakes three high, forever ingrained in my skin and on my soul.  Maybe one day I’ll incorporate some mythical creature with a bowl of cereal for a body and bulls-eye eggs and bacon for a face hurdling over my pancakes.  The sky’s the limit!

Afterwards, we went to a liquor store to get some beer and I showed the Chinese lady my new tattoo and she was aghast.  Take that, lady!  You just got caked.  I’m living.  I’m full of wisdom and, now, beer.  Here’s a movie:

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I was in college once and a professor told me to get off the grass.  Punderful!  He also told me never to use Wikipedia as a resource in collegiate academia.  ”Why?” you may ask.  ”Because,” he said, “it’s crap!”  I wondered about this.  I use Wikipedia to fact check everything that seems the littlest bit suspicious or forged.

During Obama’s historic presidential campaign, I was all over John McCain’s baloney like white on race rice.  My buddy told me that Wyoming is the smallest state in Union.  ”Bull fur!” I cried.  I Googled the funk out of that stink and low and behold, first on the search results, Wikipedia.  Wyoming has the smallest population of any state in the U.S.  It’s probably smaller than the population of  Guam,  I’m maybe betting.  They should call it “Why, oh, why would you live there, Ming?”  Or not.

It seems that Wikipedia’s fact backing power far exceeded the expectations of that darned professor.  But, being the intellectual smarty that I am, I decided to research further into his claim that Wikipedia is crap and that one shouldn’t use it to prove anything.  I have listed a few well-known facts I searched that returned some questionable results:

Peace Dollar

She's as shocked as I am

My 1st Inquiry: Define Boning.  Wikipedia’s Answer: The method a butcher uses to remove meat from bone.

What is this Tom Foolery?!  There’s not a mention of the real definition of boning which is to sexually penetrate a lady or Thai boy-girl.  In fact, the only relevant portion that matches my search was some sketchy mention of cutting into pork.  Outlandish!

My 2nd Inquiry: Jerry Seinfeld’s birthplace.  Wikipedia’s Answer: Jerry Seinfeld was born in Brooklyn, NY.

Fact:  Jerry Seinfeld was born amongst immortals high atop Mount Olympus and was cradled and cared for by the comedy gods Zeus and Jokusplese.

My 3rd Inquiry: What is the worth of a mint condition United States 1921 issue Peace Dollar?  Wikipedia’s Answer: $135.00.

Bogus, man!  The answer is one dollar.  Hence, why it’s called the Peace Dollar and not the Peace Hundo-and-Change.

I am shocked that my professor was right (I mean, he was only a PhD).  Wikipedia is an informational super traffic jam.  The only fact that you can ultimately prove with Wikipedia is that Wikipedia sucks…balls.  To my dismay, this explains why I failed all of my college papers.  I should have known better.  If only Wikipedia could have warned me…oh, wait.  Dammit!

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New year's baby

If the New Year is going to cry the whole time, I don't want to participate.

At the beginning of every year, people decide to take a stab at making and sticking to resolutions.  Starting a project on January 1st is one of the most inane and arbitrarily timed strategies to accomplishing goals.   Most, if not all, resolutions are ridiculous and range anywhere from losing weight to selling more stuff on eBay.  While the intent of a resolution seems worthy, it’s not.  It’s dumb.  Here are 10 reasons I suggest no one makes resolutions:

10. Why start something now, when you can start next year?

9. Losing weight is pointless when you’re not even as fat as you’ll ever be.

8. You love smoking.  Why would you quit something you love?  Especially, when you’re only three cartons away from your very own Marlboro coffin?

7. Working out tends to be a lot of work.

6. Enjoying life more is going to be impossible with your hectic schedule.

5. Don’t cut up your credit cards; Obama said the only way out of a financial crisis is to spend more.

4. You’ll stop procrastinating this afternoon.

3. The Chinese New Year is still two months away.

2. You couldn’t possibly kill any more of your snide neighbors. You exceeded the state’s limit last year.

-and, finally-

1. Whatever your goal, you’ll never be as far along as if you’d started a year ago.

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