The Suck'o Meter and The El Cheap'o De-Lux (Warning: bad words included)

Some things in life really suck canal water. Or am I wrong? Nah... I know I am not. Some things do suck!

They even invented the suckometer machine above, have you seen it? It measures the "sucking" stages of the struggle to quit smoking.

I just borrowed it for a while today, because I would like to talk about some matters that SUCK! Well, at least, they do to me.

You see, Hubby loves to watch certain channels on TV. One of them is the History Channel - which I do not hate or anything like that. But some of the programs I do!  They inspired me to write this post.

I cannot stand hearing, watching or even thinking about Dinosaurs anymore! Who the fuck cares about those horrible, ugly, nasty, mean, disgusting monsters that croaked 75 million (?) years ago? Who cares? Who?

But they insist on creating those computerised movies with the "Pooposaur"  tearing apart the poor "Dumbosaur", crunching its head and splattering its blood all over the place.

There is the "Shitosaur" running after the "Craposaur" who, in turn, just ate the "Bugletsaur's" babies.

The gentle "Stupidsaur" is eating daisies and, all of a sudden, it gets caught by the "Motherfucsaur".

All of this drama is described by someone with a voice that sounds like he is inside the Catacombs, talking about his sweet grandmother's funeral - somber and extremely dramatic.

And they spend tons of money creating that imaginary - oh, yes, some dumb ass had to spend hours imagining all of that - scene, as if we did not have enough violence in the world. Oh, no. Let's import the violence from the yuk ages back, imagine how it happened and put it in a movie.

So, at this subject, my borrowed "Suckometer" goes... BING!!!

Top notch sucking matter!!

At the same channel, there is another series of programs that Hubby likes to watch. These I should confess I also like. It is related to UFOs, and such. I enjoy that. You know what I am talking about. The Erick Von Daniken kind of subject. Everything goes fine. It is all very interesting.

The problem is when this guy shows his face:

Although the man is brilliant, how can one look at his hairdo and not think of old aunt Esmeralda, back in 1963? How can a studious man like him wear a hairdo like this??

Don't you feel like taking him behind the calf shed and beating the shit out of him? Click on the picture and look closely, if you need.

He is always this way! I bet he uses a whole can of hairspray to keep this crap up, like an old matron ready to go shopping.

... and the "Suckometer" goes... BING - BING - BING!!!

Canal Water Sucking Matter!



Now, lets go somewhere else. Like sports, for instance.

Back, when I was young, the guys that played sports attracted my attention. Some were handsome, some were ugly like owl's babies but, in general, I enjoyed them. They were sexy! They wore sexy shorts. Take this picture as an example:

I don't know who these soccer players are. It does not matter. This is how their shorts were, way back when. Look at those legs, please.

Nowadays, their shorts look like skirts. Long, baggy, floppy looking skirts. Like this:

Have mercy!! All sports have these now. Have mercy, I beg you! Who was the prudish old fart that came up with THAT? 

... and the "Suckometer" goes... BING - BING - BING!!! and BING!

I don't like sports anymore.

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The weather yesterday. The storm we were expecting ended up being a total "El Cheap'o De-Lux" type. It started with lots of rain in the morning. By eleven o'clock, it turned into sleet and the wind was very strong. By noon, Hubby had picked me up at work and there were around a dozen snow flakes in the air.

That's it. That was all the snow storm we got! That is it, my friends. Am I disappointed? You bet I am! I did not get to use my new snow shovel at all. AND I am the one cooking dinner tonight.

By the way, Miriam, I was going to pay attention to my neck and head, as you recommended. For which I do thank you. I have enough back problems to add neck injuries to it.

I just read my post to Hubby. He told me to include the information that we "wrapped the storm up and sent it to England - via Canada!". He knows about you ladies.

Love ya!