Category Archives: Bitching

I bitch a lot.

Betty Dodson Hates Men

You might be saying, “WHO?” Indeed. Unless you’re a lesbian or very much into feminism, you probably have no fucking clue who this chick is. She runs a blog with Carlin Ross, and apparently the entire site is about women’s orgasms. The tagline to the site is, “Better Orgasms. Better World.” I’m sure that world would be better without men in it, right bitch? The only thing that throws me off is, they have men who write for that site. I can only imagine what they have to say.

I only know about this site because of an article a friend of mine posted on Facebook. I decided to check it out. After all, it’s about women’s orgasms, so naturally I’m interested to see if it can show me anything I don’t know. For the record, it didn’t. The only thing the article told me was, I’m a worthless piece of shit for being a man, especially one without a porn star dick.

The basis for the article is to say it takes a woman 20 to 30 minutes to “warm up” before she’s fully ready to engage in sexual activity. In other words, foreplay. It also talks about how the clit is it, and no matter how you decide to do your sex or have an orgasm, the clit is it. From it, to the G-spot, to vaginal, it’s all clit related. There’s even this, “Once a woman understands she can have both clitoral stimulation with vaginal penetration, it ends this discussion.” What woman out there doesn’t know they can have both? It’s been a long time since I’ve watched a porn where the clit wasn’t being manipulated during sex, whether by the man or the woman, or the other woman, or the other man, and I can’t tell you the last partner I had where the clit wasn’t played with during sex. So I guess the conversation is over, eh?

No. There is a bunch more, half and half, talking about how to have awesome orgasms, and how much men suck. And it all starts with, “There is no distinction between “vaginal” or “clitoral” or “G spot” orgasms since all orgasms are centered in the clitoris.” Is that right? So all those women out there who PREFER a certain orgasm over another are wrong? They should just take what they get and fucking like it? I know women who seem to have no G-spot. Who can’t get off on it at all. I know others who prefer to have orgasms with the G-spot. Doesn’t matter. There’s no distinction at all.
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In My Head I’m An Asshole

Very often I find myself in situations where I just don’t have it in me to be an outright asshole. That doesn’t stop me from being one in my head though. I try to be nice to people, even if they’re annoying the shit out of me. I try. Because I want people to be nice to me. And if I’m not nice to strangers, then Karma is going to rear her ugly head (I meant beautiful, Karma! Don’t smite me!) and strangers are going to be mean to me.

Tonight I was standing in line at a gas station, waiting to pay for my gas. An old lady got in line behind me and out of the blue asks me if there’s a pay phone anywhere nearby. I thought long and hard about it and couldn’t think of one, even though I’m sure I’ve seen one in that area before. I gave her my best guess and made sure she knew I wasn’t entirely sure, and left it at that.

She then decided to tell me WHY she needed it.


Is what I said in my mind. The line I was standing in wasn’t moving, so I had nothing else to do but listen to her blabber on and on about shit I didn’t care about. But at the same time, the line wasn’t moving. I didn’t have a quick exit.

So on and on she went. I had to find out she left in a hurry and forgot her cane, so she felt as if she might fall at any moment. Somehow that turned into how she had broken her toe, or her foot, I’m not sure which because the longer she talked, the more I thought of swallowing a glass full of Ebola just to get out of that conversation.

Somehow that turned into how she fell and broke both of her elbows, and how she had to wear her casts and blah blah blah fucking shut the fuck up blah.

I don’t give a shit. I really don’t. I don’t know her, I don’t know her life, and I don’t care to know about her life. I sure as fuck didn’t ask to hear it.
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Attention, Games Journalists: Mum & Dad are Finally Coming Home, and They are PISSED


I’ve read good articles before, usually I’m the one writing them, but this one is so good it makes me want to rub Rob’s butt. Wait, what?

If you’re a gamer and you’ve been dealing with the bullshit going on lately, this is a piece you don’t want to miss. If you’re not a gamer who hasn’t been dealing with the bullshit going on lately, this is a piece you don’t want to miss.

Originally posted on Still R.O.B.:

h5WqpM1It’s the little things in life that really make you smile, you know?

The above is an e-mail sent by Intel to one of the #GamerGate supporters who have been part of Operation Disrespectful Nod: A co-ordinated campaign to target the advertisers of gaming websites who pushed the original slew of ‘Gamers are Dead’ hit pieces, and have continued to just generally be antagonistic fuckwits in the weeks, following.

People have been e-mailing the advertisers to let them know they’re not particularly thrilled at being called racist, misogynistic white guys when they are often none of those things, and that they cannot in good conscience continue to buy that advertiser’s goods or services so long as they support a publication which perpetuates these stereotypes.

In some circles (i.e. people with access to a dictionary,) this is known as a ‘boycott’, to some journos and seemingly the majority of anti-GG…

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It’s Not About You

Here’s something I’m completely fucking sick of. Every time something tragic happens and regular citizens step up to help, and the news interviews some of these people, there’s always one who says something self serving. That one person who has to somehow make it about them. And it’s almost always with the same phrase.

It has always been a problem for me, although I never knew it until this morning. Every time I would hear this certain phrase I would have a tick. A nervous twitch that would go off in my brain, and I didn’t know why. Well, now I know why.

This morning on the news they were talking about a missing college student. I just Googled “missing college student” to see if I could locate the story I’m talking about and Google blew up with JUST THIS STORY. Apparently she’s either the only missing college student right now or she’s the only one anybody gives a shit about.
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Delivery Tales: Tips

I was asked recently if I had any more crazy stories to share, and sadly I have none. Nothing wacky has happened lately at all, and it’s really pissing me off. All of my customers have been regular, everyday people. Not rabbits or prostitutes. Not that rabbits and prostitutes aren’t regular everyday people.

I would like to talk about getting tipped though, and this is a lengthy post, so if you’re not into it, skip it. But I suggest you read it if you’re someone who has ever ordered food for delivery, whether you tip or not.

I’m lucky that I get to deliver in a very nice area. I used to not, and the differences are amazing. Sure, I still get stiffed from time to time, but typically a five dollar tip is almost guaranteed. When I used to deliver on the other side of town, I was lucky to get two bucks on each delivery.

I’m completely grateful for it, and appreciate the hell out of anybody who tips well. The area where I deliver now is mostly nice, upscale homes, but there are many apartments and lower class places I go to, and even those places aren’t too shabby with tips. Typically it’s the more expensive houses that don’t tip so well and that can be said about any neighborhood. There’s a subdivision I go to now made up of $800,000 to $2 million+ homes. I’ve only been back there four times or so, and I’ve never got more than a $4 tip, and I only got $4 once.

The thing is, that’s okay, and for the purpose of this article, it’s okay because they’re in our delivery area. They’re our customers. They’re not that far away.

The reason I bring this up is, occasionally we’ll be nice and take a delivery that is outside of our delivery area. I’m typically the go-to driver for those, because I like the drives and don’t mind taking those orders. Unfortunately most of the time they’re to places that aren’t upper class like our regular delivery area, and most of the time it blows up in my face.

There was one guy who was a few miles out of our area who ordered for a while and he always tipped $10 because he knew we were making a special trip for him and he took care of the drivers.

There was one order I took to downtown Cincinnati one night, which is very much out of our delivery area, but I was tipped $14 for that delivery. They were so drunk they thought they were giving me $8, which would have been fine too, but $14 was really nice.

Then there was a kid who lived in the area where I used to deliver. He tipped rather well too.
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