USC lost to Oregon State. Now, are they the Ducks or the Beavers? I can never keep these things straight.
I managed to navigate my first blizzard, driving-wise. There's nothing quite like driving on glass.
Tennessee Titans Cornerback Adam 'Pacman' Jones has proven himself to have even less game than I. Dude, even the social proof of being an NFL player can't help you when you spit in a woman's face in a club. Let's call this one the Fuckup of the Day. Of course, he may top this with his performance in today's tilt against the Houston Texans, but we'll give him the benefit of his athleticism and technique.
I also managed to run my first variation of The Cube. It's so much easier online, as you can take your time, interpretation-wise. Like I always say, baby steps.
Heartfelt condolences to the family, friends and fans of NBA legend Red Auerbach on his tragic passing Saturday.
Anyway, my personal interpretation of the Would You Sleep With Jesus/Do You Think Jesus Would Be Good in Bed? opener. Nope, don't recall wherefore it originated, otherwise I'd be happy to credit him. So many newsletters, websites and e-books, so few brain cells.
Would You Sleep With Jesus?
-Obviously, one rarely likes to open with a yes/no query. Most likely, she'll say no.
Just think about this for a minute. It's, like, the 25th year and you're in a tavern (inn?) with some of your girlfriends. Suddenly, in rolls this kinda androgynous (in wardrobe and appearance) guy with this huge posse of like 12 or 13 guys. You check him out and think, ''Cute. nice goatee, but no. And what's with them sandals?'' And you're kinda creeped out by the sausage party.
He sits down beside you at the bar and orders a water. You're thinking Loser. Then he offers you a taste. You're like, ''sure pal, like THAT'll happen.'' He nods and drinks it himself. A little sloppily. A trickle of liquid lingers on his lips. What the FUCK? It's wine. Okay, you're intrigued. Who wouldn't be?
Then this hot woman who's kinda dressed like a hooker comes up from behind him and is all over him. He's having no part of it. Obviously there's more to this guy than meets the eye. Then she kneels in front of him right there at the bar and starts massaging his bare feet. This is no ordinary man. He has a certain power over the womenfolks. A power that you're kinda drawn to.
Next he starts healing the lame and other wannabes and teaching them how to pull chicks (read:fish). He makes what started out as a dead night at the inn come to life. You're overwhelmed by all this social proof.
When he offers to make you see God, what do you say?
If she says no, no big. No sense of humor. Move on.
If she says yes, then you neg her: ''OMG!!!!! I can't believe you'd sleep with Jesus. Blasphemer (or some such). So, do you think he'd be good in bed?''
Yes, there are still some kinks to be worked out. Mostly that I'm having trouble conceiving where to proceed from the opener. One crisis at a time, though.