Last
week, while we were taking the dog out for a poo, a man standing in the
driveway of the apartment building next door said "Can I have your
number?" There was no "Hi, my name is...." There wasn't even a "Hi." We
wondered in what world he thinks he can approach women like that and
actually get the response he wants. Instead of giving him that speech,
we just said "no," gave him a disgusted look and gushed over our poopy
puppy. Apparently we weren't the only ones wondering what these men are
thinking. As the ladies at Jezebel asked, after a New York Times article on talking to boys about sex, how do you keep boys from becoming [::sigh::] "that creepy guy on Nerve?" [Jezebel]
Speaking
of dog poo, we're glad we don't have a microphone held up to our dog's
ass every time we take him out. Poor Sasha Obama. [Twitpic]
We
could listen to Paul Rudd, Seth Rogen and that guy from the BBC read
from Harlequin romance novels all day. Especially when Rogen still has
a few extra pounds on him. [Videogum]
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