tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217376282024-03-06T02:43:24.952-05:00Crazy Myka FoxDecent person, consideringMyka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.comBlogger247125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-82397394369214554222011-08-03T14:25:00.006-04:002011-08-03T14:51:04.573-04:00<span id="internal-source-marker_0.5339209036901593" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >Social Tip # 246 - Never Remember</span><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.5339209036901593" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></div><div style="background- ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.5339209036901593" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >I have a friend who will defend everything about drinking, except for blacking out. She says its the worst part about drinking. I’m thinking, “What about remembering when you get raped?”</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I’m just saying, if you’re blacking out every night, maybe your life isn’t worth remembering. Most people drink to forget their problems, you’re a step ahead, you drink to not find out what your problems are in the first place.And that’s a smart plan. If you are going to get wasted, drive to the bar where your ex boyfriend works and set fire to his car, then go to his apartment where he lives with his pregnant girlfriend to steal your cat back... it makes sense that you would drink enough to pass a lie detector test in the morning. </span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVby90sdh1AOd1vHPM-HSkTegMpGn5UiZM34QzXkCL27xSu9DOeoB7TxTiWVIHu68Bk-b8URXPvivWDa_8BmrQiPakPwzsm4MQrZhaKbeAzl3NPdtVolIr6vuJ41R06-rW5ukmcw/s1600/London+Fuzy+Memories.jpg"><blockquote><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVby90sdh1AOd1vHPM-HSkTegMpGn5UiZM34QzXkCL27xSu9DOeoB7TxTiWVIHu68Bk-b8URXPvivWDa_8BmrQiPakPwzsm4MQrZhaKbeAzl3NPdtVolIr6vuJ41R06-rW5ukmcw/s400/London+Fuzy+Memories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636702757577009074" border="0" /></blockquote></a></div><br /></div></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-92141607485724492132011-02-21T11:11:00.004-05:002011-02-21T13:00:05.240-05:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Social Tip #245 - The Meek Shall Inherit the Wors</span>t</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm from Scottsdale, AZ, an artificial oasis in the middle of the desert, and home to the $30k millionaire. Everyone in Scottsdale is a star. They take their yearly $30k, lease a BMW, and drive around like they own the town. The only problem is the town sucks. There is nowhere important for them to drive to, and no one to impress when they get there... but they're driving a Beemer and bumping vintage Biggie.</div><div><br /></div><div>They say that Los Angeles is the place where people's dreams go to die. Scottsdale is the place where people's pathetic dreams go to thrive. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40Iq_vOsuBMJShu1B5jND1IQkhIsF60PxslGaMsaIVYwxYetql8pMiqAz8xIRsC855EeUO3tialflu8Yc4dmTPWqsNNLiObsZ-RVah34qgszDZbOSKj1pDMRjaWoz2cZbVEN3lg/s1600/Scottsdale.jpg"><blockquote><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40Iq_vOsuBMJShu1B5jND1IQkhIsF60PxslGaMsaIVYwxYetql8pMiqAz8xIRsC855EeUO3tialflu8Yc4dmTPWqsNNLiObsZ-RVah34qgszDZbOSKj1pDMRjaWoz2cZbVEN3lg/s400/Scottsdale.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576181293605465762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></blockquote></a></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-51941819646977515062011-02-17T20:56:00.004-05:002011-02-17T22:08:44.728-05:00<b><span class="Apple-style-span">Social Tip #244 - BS to Impress</span></b><div><br />I told a guy that I liked rap and he said, "I was going to be a rapper, but then I decided to go to grad school instead." <div><br /></div><div>Easy there, MC Student Loans. Don't try to impress me with something you could have done. I can't fuck your potential. <div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG0RSAzEzRNXWd_yJqDmTIPciuSNhw8Bcb61dDwcBqjRYO1vkDgx9uVOzYDQTZ_b4fhQiaJolzUaiG9_I7_njzHR2zf7Sufnszpc9KMT6Jk1d6Y2Ex8BNXcAy1nBKjZznLmfPq1Q/s1600/3164762838_84c2429181.jpg"><blockquote><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG0RSAzEzRNXWd_yJqDmTIPciuSNhw8Bcb61dDwcBqjRYO1vkDgx9uVOzYDQTZ_b4fhQiaJolzUaiG9_I7_njzHR2zf7Sufnszpc9KMT6Jk1d6Y2Ex8BNXcAy1nBKjZznLmfPq1Q/s400/3164762838_84c2429181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574853937325429922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 400px; " /></blockquote></a></div></div></div></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-21703309571287259982011-01-25T13:43:00.009-05:002011-02-01T16:16:47.206-05:00<div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Social Tip #243 - A Mid-Century Night's Nightmare</span></b></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><span id="internal-source-marker_0.6005597908515483" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.6005597908515483" style="font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">I got hit on at a bar by a much older man. He was good looking I guess for middle age but I don’t know if I’m ready to see fifty-year-old balls. I don’t think I’ve reached that level of depression. Although, ironically, just my being hit on by someone that old dragged my depression almost deep enough for me to consider it. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap; ">I asked him what he did and he said, "I’m a painter." </span><span id="internal-source-marker_0.6005597908515483" style="background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; ">Oh, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; ">hot.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span id="internal-source-marker_0.6005597908515483" style="font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span id="internal-source-marker_0.6005597908515483" style="font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap; ">"You paint for a living?" I asked.</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span id="internal-source-marker_0.6005597908515483" style="font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.6005597908515483" style="font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>“Well, I paint.” he replied, and then he kept talking,</span><span id="internal-source-marker_0.6005597908515483" style="font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Professionally I sell mid-century furniture."</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap; "><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Wait.... did you say mid-century? Be still my beating clit. Why are you saying mid-century? </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap; "> I just know he used to tell women that he just sold furniture, but then one day he said "mid-century," and a woman crawled into his yellowed bed and he's been saying it ever since. W</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap; ">hat a cup full of yuck.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap; "> Mid-century, that just means your sell <i>your </i>furniture, you old fuck. </span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap; "><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap; ">On his way out he didn’t try to get my number, but he did come in real close, pat me on the back and say, ‘Good luck.” What is that supposed to mean? I’m not sure, but I think it means “I sell mid-century furniture... but I fuck contemporary pussy." </span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap; "><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; white-space: normal; font-size: 16px; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE2MvJW5SccToiD3TMJJwtDY2z21KovmFk1rVVmqWr15LSq02r2fBAquyXEzqVbUh1cfRsNgq4vcmOeUBAyPuG9sAIX5WS79CPAC8nBu8RvBpTDJhcsR6KejIyVm5g2tuAsnDAkA/s1600/mid-century1.jpg"><blockquote><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE2MvJW5SccToiD3TMJJwtDY2z21KovmFk1rVVmqWr15LSq02r2fBAquyXEzqVbUh1cfRsNgq4vcmOeUBAyPuG9sAIX5WS79CPAC8nBu8RvBpTDJhcsR6KejIyVm5g2tuAsnDAkA/s400/mid-century1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566212631424016370" style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 400px; " /></blockquote></a></span></span></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-22225200414264313002011-01-09T19:08:00.007-05:002011-02-01T01:16:50.008-05:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;">Social Tip #242 - Be The Third Wheel of Fortune</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="internal-source-marker_0.7590685392048402">I have a friend who only dates rich men she meets on the internet, and she always begs me to go out with them. She's like, “</span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="internal-source-marker_0.7590685392048402">Just kind of hang out so I don’t get raped." </span><div><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="internal-source-marker_0.7590685392048402"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="internal-source-marker_0.7590685392048402"></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="internal-source-marker_0.7590685392048402"> I'm fine with this. They aren't my dates, so I get the perks of free high-end food and booze without having to </span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="internal-source-marker_0.7590685392048402">pretend I'm interested. And, if somebody <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> getting raped, it's her. </span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUpBl1R7U1aZliqnLn7xAGZpH72ryNVEs-n24bVdl3eJW93PlfAflgx_svSFSPgiriT97bSgDVceyq25fYFz41-0VwE53sxTLbCOGs5lAC8iGo5uFpQxvWEad4PDrwjKbwXrpFRg/s1600/wine+3.jpg"><blockquote><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUpBl1R7U1aZliqnLn7xAGZpH72ryNVEs-n24bVdl3eJW93PlfAflgx_svSFSPgiriT97bSgDVceyq25fYFz41-0VwE53sxTLbCOGs5lAC8iGo5uFpQxvWEad4PDrwjKbwXrpFRg/s400/wine+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560350801645878546" border="0" /></blockquote></a></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-76338267651316636622010-12-13T14:11:00.004-05:002010-12-13T15:02:07.352-05:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Social Tip #241 - Don't Throw the Baby Out With the Bathwater</span></span><br /><br />Don't throw the baby out with the bathwater, let the bathwater drain and throw the baby out with the garbage.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJPqWUFMJqDG0EPH-vDtlDNCyHQ_avAO2OniP9PhDIjM4lzErazKGXM4QboKEbTb0TAexok0Q5I2iNbM-XPKp6mW3iYTBCU5Gp1NfwsgCMyOhQ9ZArY8eg5WHQNA4AR32_emSQw/s1600/my+old+kentucky+home.jpg"><blockquote><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJPqWUFMJqDG0EPH-vDtlDNCyHQ_avAO2OniP9PhDIjM4lzErazKGXM4QboKEbTb0TAexok0Q5I2iNbM-XPKp6mW3iYTBCU5Gp1NfwsgCMyOhQ9ZArY8eg5WHQNA4AR32_emSQw/s400/my+old+kentucky+home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550254262887956882" border="0" /></blockquote></a>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-35315805789382663862010-12-06T11:06:00.002-05:002010-12-06T11:42:32.390-05:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span" >Social Tip #240 - Ask A Stupid Question</span><div><br /></div><b></b><blockquote><b>Me:</b> I love you, do you still love me?<div><br /></div><div><b>Boyfriend: </b>I guess.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Me: </b>Well, your guess is as good as mine.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVVOg0y95sM162at6XDLCPYg_4NKlms-YPa0mxp4PF66qd2GqoI9SUB5vVWrGhQZW-uoW_ONwlu6MJfp2FfIYU_Rm7vcgaDTfSto_RsXHBHMvUHyf3le71hzVreH5vw1zlMKDafw/s1600/pencil+vs+camera+-+32.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVVOg0y95sM162at6XDLCPYg_4NKlms-YPa0mxp4PF66qd2GqoI9SUB5vVWrGhQZW-uoW_ONwlu6MJfp2FfIYU_Rm7vcgaDTfSto_RsXHBHMvUHyf3le71hzVreH5vw1zlMKDafw/s400/pencil+vs+camera+-+32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547610426750173666" border="0" /></a><br /></div></blockquote><div></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-7928762712621324782010-11-16T15:07:00.009-05:002011-02-01T01:18:31.270-05:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Social Tip #239 - Ride With the Heaven's Devils</span></span><br /><div><br /></div>Normally when I see people riding bicycles, I'm like, "What are you, from the past? Or Chinese?" <div><br /></div><div>That is, unless, Hasidic Jews are riding them. They're so far back in the past they make bikes look futuristic. Are they allowed to use something that advanced?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPMDo8fB8O2Pc8NjAOTvYgK481qg4I6M16z6M44Z56yCiq7mD1akpZzKL5DkU1nGuV1IM_jGY7FU7yx-ghCnWQc0eRWgufqIAsdzanVlq8Bsm7CL0lce_T6YAIYUWfNCmklq5Jg/s1600/step+on.jpg"><blockquote><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPMDo8fB8O2Pc8NjAOTvYgK481qg4I6M16z6M44Z56yCiq7mD1akpZzKL5DkU1nGuV1IM_jGY7FU7yx-ghCnWQc0eRWgufqIAsdzanVlq8Bsm7CL0lce_T6YAIYUWfNCmklq5Jg/s400/step+on.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540248405836678322" border="0" /></blockquote></a></div><br /><br /></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-20615233597149981742010-10-28T12:18:00.006-04:002010-11-05T00:56:59.443-04:00<div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Social Tip #238 - Run Away</span></b></div><div><br /></div>I always keep my shoelaces tied, I don't like to talk to old people. <div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1zLFziZhjEj6VwFVqCiKA7AkJrA5Yr6h7uYrPqsfrVVv7Bv5oViYYoG8uRYrCSBGn18wyaOJOfzACREpDK-2V6aGA6P0EzgiQDjNfOreT-lG76TgOFwMlUgGodjAck18v1926Qg/s1600/old+people+running+1.jpg"><blockquote><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1zLFziZhjEj6VwFVqCiKA7AkJrA5Yr6h7uYrPqsfrVVv7Bv5oViYYoG8uRYrCSBGn18wyaOJOfzACREpDK-2V6aGA6P0EzgiQDjNfOreT-lG76TgOFwMlUgGodjAck18v1926Qg/s400/old+people+running+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533138111472393298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 256px;" border="0" /></blockquote></a></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-70078590879547324542010-09-29T21:39:00.009-04:002011-02-01T01:20:08.817-05:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Social Tip #237 - No Yourself</b></span><br /><br /><div>I've spent my whole life wondering, "Who am I?"</div><div><br /></div><div>And now I know. I am the person who constantly wonders who they are.<div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihjx6AyPtdKo2t3dtMgVR7Ej-uyn3GbXfLfXS6ZWauLIGn-7zKt8EU83tTdRpUCWjKVEF75sBWJjACS5PX2nKuVQjIULP9cH4BqrX6HHxJ4rhnH1jKdOORdy6CtQwQR5SNIWdixw/s1600/dali+ambiguity.jpg"><blockquote><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihjx6AyPtdKo2t3dtMgVR7Ej-uyn3GbXfLfXS6ZWauLIGn-7zKt8EU83tTdRpUCWjKVEF75sBWJjACS5PX2nKuVQjIULP9cH4BqrX6HHxJ4rhnH1jKdOORdy6CtQwQR5SNIWdixw/s400/dali+ambiguity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524057157151895282" style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 260px;" border="0" /></blockquote></a></div></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-20416549635645199692010-09-13T11:40:00.004-04:002010-11-05T00:56:32.440-04:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Social Tip #236 - Target Your Consumer</b></span><div><br /></div><div>The Humane Society set up an Adopt-a-Pet truck right next to the hospital... </div><div><br /></div><div><blockquote><i><b>Lost your mom? Here's a cat. </b></i></blockquote></div><div><br /></div><div>Fill that hole with something soft. For at least twelve years or so. </div><div><br /></div><div><blockquote><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhowRiZR9u01yhYIpE40kMEgbA3RGKqjy4v1y1T6LzGJiHTJP87cR7KuVM5JgKGEpXamfTmIw0kB5JEfJvUJY9M_1zgbfhZ0oO6q2YIjUB7t-ktZjnTykKu70V1kHt6Z2cxydt3tQ/s1600/obama+goodbye.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhowRiZR9u01yhYIpE40kMEgbA3RGKqjy4v1y1T6LzGJiHTJP87cR7KuVM5JgKGEpXamfTmIw0kB5JEfJvUJY9M_1zgbfhZ0oO6q2YIjUB7t-ktZjnTykKu70V1kHt6Z2cxydt3tQ/s400/obama+goodbye.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516428950015777394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px; " /></a></blockquote></div><div><br /></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-51604185034347588512010-09-10T14:41:00.003-04:002010-11-05T00:58:34.002-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Social Tip #235 - Anticreate</span></span><div><br /></div><div>I don't want children, but if I ever did, I would adopt. I don't want a baby that looks like me, I want one that is a product of people so attractive that they had to fuck no matter what.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnWPU6zwHXO-5xWC651Q5ELIVkkonjs1tqKY2YiQH_Q1NJCdDwD0VnSuIn181Ui7JoajoYWF1y4aOq6Zbu9aV251T6iJjOI2BdeB4S0FSkcm3hfO82TMvZItCFxyCgjcR_0Dum2A/s1600/3048379448_b6f2a95665_z.jpg"><blockquote><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnWPU6zwHXO-5xWC651Q5ELIVkkonjs1tqKY2YiQH_Q1NJCdDwD0VnSuIn181Ui7JoajoYWF1y4aOq6Zbu9aV251T6iJjOI2BdeB4S0FSkcm3hfO82TMvZItCFxyCgjcR_0Dum2A/s400/3048379448_b6f2a95665_z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515383639470973650" border="0" /></blockquote></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-46342765107354118652010-09-09T14:30:00.005-04:002010-09-11T02:48:39.529-04:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Social Tip #234 - Quit From Home</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I've had a lot of jobs and they always end the same way. They always end with me deciding I don’t want to work at a place anymore and then just stop showing up. I never quit. Why should I bother to go in to quit? I don’t work there anymore.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBsv587myko4PSnogo0XOGS25rWOEbafN6Po0ZoHuzNJ55iSOuDjGRW3Cj72bvbVRS86CQisDVZL6xD6bdZb9e6XtS8zLnwZxWnO0rS3Aqcf6AExc57ygDycT0YfBgo3CaKpbIHQ/s1600/rat.jpg"><blockquote><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBsv587myko4PSnogo0XOGS25rWOEbafN6Po0ZoHuzNJ55iSOuDjGRW3Cj72bvbVRS86CQisDVZL6xD6bdZb9e6XtS8zLnwZxWnO0rS3Aqcf6AExc57ygDycT0YfBgo3CaKpbIHQ/s400/rat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514985886384450978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></blockquote></a></span></span></span></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-9881498487849535652010-08-31T14:23:00.007-04:002010-09-01T01:33:49.006-04:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Social Tip #233 - Hooked On A Feline</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div>Do you ever hear something and you know immediately that it's true?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.6221251646056771" style=" background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;">I found out recently that there's a parasite that you get from cats, and the parasite makes your brain like cats more. You think you're in control of your brain, you're not. The parasites are in your brain and are like, "I love cats." And I know that that's true because anytime there's a cat nearby I just want to kiss it immediately. I just want to have mouth to mouth contact with its cute parasitic face. I just want to make out with it, and put my mouth around its head and just hold it there, they're so cute. That's the parasites, right? I'm not just some weird cat pervert. </span></div></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.6221251646056771" style=" background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.6221251646056771" style=" background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgobXbGelSDse1rm1kV5o8nLsH8826Dz-IRe8Rcl3qcYKSJqewf9trT1XS14lgQKiaCmYnZE8dGOHRExCY0eTu8O_yAsD1uPQ-rR0JWgAXqvJ97CaXFBC1y1f-OHvX_iNs-g0-oOA/s1600/gas+masks+are+cool.jpg"><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgobXbGelSDse1rm1kV5o8nLsH8826Dz-IRe8Rcl3qcYKSJqewf9trT1XS14lgQKiaCmYnZE8dGOHRExCY0eTu8O_yAsD1uPQ-rR0JWgAXqvJ97CaXFBC1y1f-OHvX_iNs-g0-oOA/s400/gas+masks+are+cool.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511690834698148578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 161px; " /></span></blockquote></a></span></span></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-47079019931222571892010-08-24T14:52:00.003-04:002010-09-11T02:49:58.304-04:00<div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Social Tip #232 - Bite Me</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>I went to a dog friendly picnic this weekend and while petting someone's dachshund I made the mistake of saying, "Wow, this dog is so soft." Immediately another dog owner pushed the dachshund away and shoved her own dog in front of me saying, "My dog is soft! Pet my dog! She's so soft, isn't she?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, did I say that someone else's dog was soft? I meant that I liked that other dog's owner better. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGX5q00TabAy32_iHAcr-vT6SgDRPirqyh3-VU57_k3Y4lyCaeepX6xxgztGPHYhM7ko5d104roszf3SvWFD8jasJtzJTYrmEaq0ojY837H451RQhmHEK5E96-_IOO0pgoLF_rOw/s1600/dog+fang.jpg"><blockquote><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGX5q00TabAy32_iHAcr-vT6SgDRPirqyh3-VU57_k3Y4lyCaeepX6xxgztGPHYhM7ko5d104roszf3SvWFD8jasJtzJTYrmEaq0ojY837H451RQhmHEK5E96-_IOO0pgoLF_rOw/s400/dog+fang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509057361170998194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px; " /></blockquote></a></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-58392088390526139092010-08-15T16:47:00.014-04:002010-11-05T01:03:26.663-04:00<div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; white-space: normal; "><span id="internal-source-marker_0.9142173705622554" style="text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>Social Tip #231 - Hang Meow To Dry</span></b></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; white-space: normal; "><span id="internal-source-marker_0.9142173705622554" style="text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; white-space: normal; "><span id="internal-source-marker_0.9142173705622554" style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I </span></span></span><span id="internal-source-marker_0.9142173705622554" style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">walked through an ASPCA pet adoption truck today because misery loves company. It was full of used cats and dogs, all of them came with a sob story.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; "><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; display: inline !important; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.9142173705622554" style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></span></span></div></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; white-space: normal; "><span id="internal-source-marker_0.9142173705622554" style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">“Meet Pickles! Pickles is a three year old tabby who has been fed only pickle juice and screams in her sleep. Pickles is waiting for the right family to show her what love is."</span></blockquote></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span id="internal-source-marker_0.9142173705622554" style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><blockquote style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> “Here lies Casserole (2010-2010)! Casserole died while stuck under the commercial restaurant oven he was born in. Casserole has been tested positive for worms, feline HIV, and HIV."</span></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; display: inline !important; "><span id="internal-source-marker_0.9142173705622554" style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; display: inline !important; "><span id="internal-source-marker_0.9142173705622554" style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "> It was like a feral haunted house. </span></span></span></div></span></b></span></span></span></span></div></span></b></span>They might have been autopsies</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: medium;">.</span></span><blockquote style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: medium; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; display: inline !important; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.9142173705622554" style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><blockquote style="display: inline !important; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; display: inline !important; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.9142173705622554" style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><blockquote style="display: inline !important; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; display: inline !important; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; display: inline !important; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.9142173705622554" style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; display: inline !important; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.9142173705622554" style="font-style: normal; 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background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><blockquote style="display: inline !important; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-fkm7LtzpGiy0s1p5vI3Nt0Gb2XJdXLFW2DmdSjxRv7tuWP5G0Pfou4WdSSRVGIlUjO85wF2DD0iwYZGtj2G83FNxx5tqoyJmzj8JIodmLv2skCQNmhS0ynY_y5x4mSafTcgRUg/s1600/ASPCA+Truck.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-fkm7LtzpGiy0s1p5vI3Nt0Gb2XJdXLFW2DmdSjxRv7tuWP5G0Pfou4WdSSRVGIlUjO85wF2DD0iwYZGtj2G83FNxx5tqoyJmzj8JIodmLv2skCQNmhS0ynY_y5x4mSafTcgRUg/s400/ASPCA+Truck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505742807920350930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 192px; " /></a></blockquote></span></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-80104152309938505032010-08-11T10:15:00.004-04:002010-08-11T10:38:23.253-04:00<div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Social Tip # 230 - If You Can't Say Anything Nice, Say Something (with) Mean(ing</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">)</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>A serious painter just told me that "ambiguity is fun." What is that supposed to mean?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><blockquote><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqpgcO8TuQZc6pntPJeNgegkJii6EX1fJ3CJzY9sE58AAADaYJPoEa6U4fRMVCh060zxH848mS-9zCiqLSeu-2GCG7vdeV4bLGusiqTdUheHfELLB9D-q0X06y95FSMbziNVSgag/s1600/figure+ambiguity.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqpgcO8TuQZc6pntPJeNgegkJii6EX1fJ3CJzY9sE58AAADaYJPoEa6U4fRMVCh060zxH848mS-9zCiqLSeu-2GCG7vdeV4bLGusiqTdUheHfELLB9D-q0X06y95FSMbziNVSgag/s400/figure+ambiguity.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504161137455546578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px; " /></a></blockquote><blockquote>Am I having fun yet?</blockquote></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-58681344182347541982010-08-09T10:29:00.006-04:002010-09-11T03:04:31.784-04:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Social Tip #229 - Youth In Hot Pants</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>They are making designer diapers. Faux denim hot pants for your baby to piss and shit into. That's best case scenario. If you put those diapers on your baby and it doesn't piss and shit into them,you have an even bigger problem than being a rich douche bag. </div><div><br /></div><div>What are you doing spending all of your money on your baby like that? What do you think it is, a dog? What's next, you're going to let it sleep in bed with you? Feed it people food? When it gets sick will you take it to the humane society to be euthanized? No, you won't. The humane society is for animals, not humans. Only our pets receive that level of dignity in death. When people refer to being left to die like a dog, I assume they are bragging that they were flown to Portland and administered opiates to ease the pain. </div><div><br /></div><div>And I don't get the whole hot pants aspect of them. Who are you trying to get to fuck your baby? What park are you taking your baby to, Port Authority?</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm waiting for the hot pants you can piss and shit into for adults. I'm not talking about adult diapers like depends, these hot pants won't be for people who need them, they will be for people who want them. Like Lindsay Lohan. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8zks3B_mV84wxiPegSInvOlYQPh9mQd7N2Ka9uaykJ60yejyZJGEVCONvLzBjoJZ_WpYShs4_4JmaC-iF5JaRol1PwaiBOLv1eZjfTjl_EvO4N0YFCLBit0gQoKw1TxqNVA3Vzg/s1600/designer-diapers-260x228.jpg"><blockquote><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8zks3B_mV84wxiPegSInvOlYQPh9mQd7N2Ka9uaykJ60yejyZJGEVCONvLzBjoJZ_WpYShs4_4JmaC-iF5JaRol1PwaiBOLv1eZjfTjl_EvO4N0YFCLBit0gQoKw1TxqNVA3Vzg/s400/designer-diapers-260x228.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503421024682450786" style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 228px; " /></blockquote></a></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-80308242471086906202010-07-25T18:34:00.011-04:002010-08-09T10:28:53.168-04:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Social Tip #228 - Go Up on the Governor </b></span></div><div><br /></div>There are a million signs posted along the West Side Highway for the heliport. "This way to the Heliport... Heliport in two lefts.... Heliport next left.... Heliport." They don't need that many signs. There aren't a lot of new faces at the heliport, people who use and own helicopters are repeat visitors. And they don't drive themselves, they can afford drivers who know where they're going and ride in limos with GPS machines. <div><br /></div><div>No one is like, "I just bought a helicopter, now where in the hell do I land this thing?"<div><br /><div>My problem isn't that the signs are a big "fuck you" to the people who have to look at them while stuck in traffic. Fuck the people in traffic, at least they have cars. I have to take the G-train and suffer constant unannounced disruptions. The last time I rode the G-train it stopped at a sliding-scale gyno and force-pap smeared me. No signs were posted. They must have used up all the signage on the heliport. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><blockquote><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0_fn5zL9XnuLfZ-vi-QFvum0hoGw759kpu9UMliUfOMM3znPYTIV3yZJTA0feZ_ZLylopnQdgPonnJ3PdWNF7cNcRYB1IP3INoIsGIUFiCYK7KjetjeEC0UWIIs4i9oFkctBDw/s1600/limo+helicpoter.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0_fn5zL9XnuLfZ-vi-QFvum0hoGw759kpu9UMliUfOMM3znPYTIV3yZJTA0feZ_ZLylopnQdgPonnJ3PdWNF7cNcRYB1IP3INoIsGIUFiCYK7KjetjeEC0UWIIs4i9oFkctBDw/s400/limo+helicpoter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497985302017660050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 194px;" border="0" /></a></blockquote><blockquote><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0_fn5zL9XnuLfZ-vi-QFvum0hoGw759kpu9UMliUfOMM3znPYTIV3yZJTA0feZ_ZLylopnQdgPonnJ3PdWNF7cNcRYB1IP3INoIsGIUFiCYK7KjetjeEC0UWIIs4i9oFkctBDw/s1600/limo+helicpoter.jpg"></a>Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo Yankee Oscar Uniform</blockquote></div><div><br /></div></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-13605366457324193132010-07-10T17:38:00.005-04:002010-07-25T21:30:16.981-04:00<div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Social Tip #227 - Just Sane, No </span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>I am a really nervous person. I've been biting my nails for as long as I can remember. I got a stomach ulcer when I was nine. </div><div><br /></div><div>I would try medication, but the thought of becoming addicted to anti-anxiety pills freaks me out.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbvqajY1iWk9zzk6tTIrNfY08TtH1_qD3iWCalgwcheFKmoHJEiGz3lCpimu3RT6gCmYWSqHUBENoQGuMPqeVYRgygJOeO20SsxdO7RVHFZPq7wb6Ys64KJYLyxYqsfPbI0E6lOw/s1600/ready+to+go+in.jpg"><blockquote><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbvqajY1iWk9zzk6tTIrNfY08TtH1_qD3iWCalgwcheFKmoHJEiGz3lCpimu3RT6gCmYWSqHUBENoQGuMPqeVYRgygJOeO20SsxdO7RVHFZPq7wb6Ys64KJYLyxYqsfPbI0E6lOw/s400/ready+to+go+in.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492407695049214914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px; " /></blockquote></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-26545353883057539952010-06-20T08:21:00.007-04:002010-08-09T12:54:29.646-04:00<div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Social Tip #226 - World War W-2</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It is said that if you love what you do, you'll never work a day in your life. I know that's true, because I love to bomb at job interviews.</div><div><br />If I had a nickel for every job interview I bombed, I wouldn't need a job.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilz7fzY__CBqifxElQFALqiR0y1tkCV5FjbrNdcJpFgecFPmwXupFGmYgOeG6MV0VbtYktPaJDpKJOjMZTuRNpOTuGf0WmxxQcsYZ-ZwPDOXJcdnRu4JCFdwKVF1wdw-5lY2VKTA/s1600/seen+the+other+guy+clown.jpg"><blockquote><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilz7fzY__CBqifxElQFALqiR0y1tkCV5FjbrNdcJpFgecFPmwXupFGmYgOeG6MV0VbtYktPaJDpKJOjMZTuRNpOTuGf0WmxxQcsYZ-ZwPDOXJcdnRu4JCFdwKVF1wdw-5lY2VKTA/s400/seen+the+other+guy+clown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484834627638911570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" border="0" /></blockquote></a></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-76853167675240678472010-06-09T22:26:00.008-04:002010-07-25T21:32:34.106-04:00<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Social Tip #225 - Join The Mile Below Club</span></b><br /><br />In high school my gay friend Adam's dad was an executive at American Airlines and had logo-laden model planes all around his office. One day Adam broke the wings off one and taught me and my friend Heather how to give a blow job. <div></div><blockquote><div>"Here comes the airplane!"<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn91RuUjnhFSGzXrMwwGUjsHyMlR8lQ8Cf3yd3T77Bs1KJPg3nNjLU2S0P27gRmARraVntggU2-EEaexXPvkaNhIqkdOobhSprmYlDrSnbwQyrrTRBO7b8sM1EFcwACd4xQhKN-Q/s1600/spoon+penis+cropped.jpg"><blockquote><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 121px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn91RuUjnhFSGzXrMwwGUjsHyMlR8lQ8Cf3yd3T77Bs1KJPg3nNjLU2S0P27gRmARraVntggU2-EEaexXPvkaNhIqkdOobhSprmYlDrSnbwQyrrTRBO7b8sM1EFcwACd4xQhKN-Q/s400/spoon+penis+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480977456411144386" border="0" /></blockquote></a><br /></div></blockquote>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-80245120307664070142010-06-01T04:13:00.002-04:002010-07-25T21:33:39.262-04:00<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Social Tip #224 - Get Got</span></b><div><br /></div><div>After getting off stage at a stand up show a guy came up to me and said, "Hey, I wanted you to know that I get you. Even though the rest of the audience didn't really get you, I got you."</div><div><br /></div><div>You don't get me. If you got me, you would know that I need everybody to get me and you wouldn't have said that to me. You don't fucking get me. Fuck you, my one fan, you don't get me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqFzE1Ou14KKJ8CSKqFCVf79x7l8NmePqND2FDARuO1sD__zsGzQYbXPhMWebD5xcenZGZ-MKGSurawvZqqNffU5l22vHDUdBSTwiSfd8ONsbY1ZXs3P4otebf4cgR5YeIGHaE5g/s1600/family+snapshot.jpg"><blockquote><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqFzE1Ou14KKJ8CSKqFCVf79x7l8NmePqND2FDARuO1sD__zsGzQYbXPhMWebD5xcenZGZ-MKGSurawvZqqNffU5l22vHDUdBSTwiSfd8ONsbY1ZXs3P4otebf4cgR5YeIGHaE5g/s400/family+snapshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477714883475979330" border="0" /></blockquote></a><br /></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-38758071827801137192010-05-23T14:38:00.006-04:002010-07-25T21:33:08.540-04:00<div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Social Tip #223 - Use Your Words</span></b> </div><div><br /></div><div><div></div><blockquote><div>"Same diff."</div></blockquote></div><div><br /></div><div>Remember same diff? What did that mean?<div><blockquote><br />"I was wrong."</blockquote></div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><blockquote><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJkJu7dr7PIjFeOmIQBZ2k07TKZYJlpIOwJJYu75Hkr7Wz_ukbdCAvy0MPJ0o3uKU8W395eCae3uljZXlIGV2obG4BQV6NcaMvdcGXlb27Li8pq4Vi9bg6TdGDPSM5ysU0yBVwQ/s1600/robbery,+humicide...same+diff.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJkJu7dr7PIjFeOmIQBZ2k07TKZYJlpIOwJJYu75Hkr7Wz_ukbdCAvy0MPJ0o3uKU8W395eCae3uljZXlIGV2obG4BQV6NcaMvdcGXlb27Li8pq4Vi9bg6TdGDPSM5ysU0yBVwQ/s400/robbery,+humicide...same+diff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474543395505477106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 205px;" border="0" /></a></div></blockquote><div><div><br /><br /></div></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21737628.post-39432885141345065662010-05-18T09:24:00.003-04:002010-05-18T09:57:53.780-04:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">Social Tip #222 - Clear the Smoke Screen</span><div><br /></div>I hate that weed is called a "gateway drug." <div><br /></div><div>Weed isn't a gateway to anything. It isn't a gateway to other drugs, it isn't a gateway to a career, it isn't a gateway to washing your clothes. <div><br /></div><div>Weed isn't a gateway to anything, except maybe thinking about getting more weed, the only side effect of which is stoner stress.</div><div><br /></div><div>*stoner stress (n) - A weed smoker's anxiety that his drug dealer will arrive before he has had a chance to hit the ATM.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1sGWgfbJzzfBhjsaXsIjzBjPt72TMfkgY9dird5qwGyAeqQ1vxxZ7JFp4WzdRFAxBoyAsGyNCwnOGLi630DoyMByBscuzFGcgPfJWjP0RDHkz-eFgfJgw6n1V0lXKS-ETKFAn2A/s1600/a+tomato+audits+hubbars.jpg"><blockquote><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 344px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1sGWgfbJzzfBhjsaXsIjzBjPt72TMfkgY9dird5qwGyAeqQ1vxxZ7JFp4WzdRFAxBoyAsGyNCwnOGLi630DoyMByBscuzFGcgPfJWjP0RDHkz-eFgfJgw6n1V0lXKS-ETKFAn2A/s400/a+tomato+audits+hubbars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472608654438202610" border="0" /></blockquote></a><br /></div></div>Myka Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643734037046226319noreply@blogger.com3