chrissy snow 300x222 Celebrity Smackdown : Sommers and Her Moist Personality

          Today is Wednesday and you know what that means, someone is going to get smacked down! However, this week we’re talking about aging and celebrities are making this way too easy on us. From the tugging and pulling and filling and removing of different parts of their bodies to make them tight and young and desirable and employable, most of our glitterati are smackable. Should we go after the actors who, in an attempt to thumb their noses at time, have become unrecognizable? You know, Rourke and Love and Ryan and the list goes on and on. Or are they too easy? We figure we’ll set our sights on something less obvious. So while we dent our tuna cans in an attempt to create our homemade botox, you can read about another celebrity who has eschewed the scalpel but still has done her fair share of defying gravity.


          Lee says: I’m not a prude but I’m not one to seek out discomfort. The idea of having my fat sucked out of my ass sounds appealing until the pain and girdling and bruising and drains come in. I am not of the mindset that I would never do anything to disguise the fact that my age is catching up to me. I had some pretty intense gray by age 25 and at the age of 43, I can safely say that getting rid of the gray isn’t just playing with my hair color but defying what nature wants to show the world. Ain’t nothing wrong with a little Clairol to make a girl feel young again.


            So what’s my beef with people like Suzanne Sommers? I mean, she looks pretty damn good for a woman approaching a century and there is something to be said for having thighs that can crush a skull just for the hell of it. However, call me paranoid but there is something a little Dorian Grey about this woman that really freaks me out. I mean, if we watched old ‘Three’s Company’ would she look like a hag? Is Chrissy Snow pushing a walker while Mr. Roper jumps to comical conclusions?


          No, her secret consists of good living and lots of meds. She starts everyday by either rubbing estrogen or progesterone on the inside of her forearms. She also takes over 60 pills a day consisting of vitamins and different bioidentical hormones which mimic naturally occurring hormones. The purpose to all of this is to fake out the body to think that the chick is some hot 20 year old having regular periods and not a 63 year old bitch who’s ovaries have long closed up shop and are devoid of ova. But before you start bitching about how I’m hating (BTW, have you read the post on shadows?), what’s your opinion on her giving her vagina an injection of estriol everyday?


          Yes, you read that right. I am not referring to using a shot glass or slapping the old hoohoo. She sticks a needle in her personality (I use this word with permission from my friend, Patricia. Her Mommy calls a girls bits their personalities~ I figure if a guy can be a dick…). She does this specifically to stop vaginal dryness. OK. Just stop and let that one sink in (no pun intended).


          I will readily admit that at 43 I am not getting as wet as I did back in my 20s where a look was all it would take and maybe I haven’t reached the age yet where my hoohoo becomes so dry that it needs an injectable chap stick. But seriously people, how bad can a dry pussy be that you feel the need to introduce a needle? Are we talking desiccated? Isn’t lube enough to help with friction while asking Jesus for shoes or waxing the giraffe? Would you prefer I say fuck instead of euphemisms? Whatever it is, I just think ewwww.

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purity rings God does not want your cherry

The third ring's for the divine cock blocker

Remember going to school on Valentine’s Day with a bag of cards and candies for your friends? You would hope and pray that your crush would bring one for you. At the end of the day you had a bag full of cards from whomever to you, a molar full of sugar from little boxes of candies and a broken heart. Oh romance!

Recently, a dear friend sent us a series of YouTube videos of a man discussing a Jesus Action Figure. He thought it would be a good blog topic. Our reaction was “meh” but it got Lee looking at the associated videos which led to some pretty messed up information.

You have heard of how Christian kids are taking vows of chastity and wearing purity rings. As most of you would expect, these kids have discovered a way around that whole virginity loss – Saddlebacking. What is this you ask? Since “barebacking” was taken by gay men, pure Christian kids call unprotected anal sex the natural answer to avoiding the breaking of the hymen.

We will remind everyone that we are the parents of a 16 year old girl and the last thing we would want is for her to be sexually active, contract a STD or have an unwanted pregnancy.

In the spirit of full disclosure, as good Catholic School survivors, we did save ourselves. Stop laughing and pay attention because it’s true. Both of us were virgins when we began our relationship. No, we didn’t wait until the wedding night but we were engaged and finally “pinned the tail on the donkey” only a few months before the wedding. However, we would still discourage our children from making a pledge of chastity.

Why you ask? Because it is unreasonable, crazy, stupid and hypocritical since most of the parents encouraging these vows of celibacy had multiple partners and would not have considered this when they were their kids ages. Abstinence is healthier for our kids. The STD’s of today are like the sharpie pens of the sex world. PERMANENT! More and more people are taking Valtrex on a daily basis to maintain their genital herpes in remission. Don’t click away parents, pay attention! HIV and HPV are still around and going strong.

Also you are shirking your responsibility by making God the sex police. Since the child promises their cherry to God, failing Him becomes just another source of shame that acts as a wedge in their relationship. It’s hard enough to be a good person let alone to know that you have failed God at such a young age. And, since these same people who encourage their children to take these asinine vows believe in smiting, these kids will avoid church or any kind of communion with the Lord for fear of a lightening bolt. God does not want your child’s virginity, so you deal with it.

Take some responsibility and teach your kids about sex. Be honest with them. Man up or put on your big girl panties and tackle the scary subjects now, while you can. Open the channels of communication and develop a relationship with your kids that would encourage them to come to you when the possibility of sex comes up. Don’t let the only thing saving them from a lifelong mistake be a stupid ring and a vow.

 

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solar quest SolarQuest

Long ago in a land called California, before the twenty years of marriage and even before the courtship to that marriage, we bought each other the same Christmas gift.  It was a cheesy little board game called SolarQuest but for us it was validation of our burgeoning love.

Paul says: Lee would say that I fucked her mind before anything else. And I would say that she wooed my spirit. She’s written the story before but I’ll recap for all of you late comers. Because of the flaking of other friends, Lee and I ended up having dinner at her house and spent the night talking into the wee hours of the night. I left her home at 7 the next morning, inspired by thoughts of hope  and a belief in myself gained from the mirror of someone else’s eyes.  We talked about everything and anything but the best topic was selling advertising space on the moon.  That was the night we fell in love.

So, when we sat in front of each other during the magical time of Christmas (we both love Christmas) and watched as we opened the same gift, a remembrance of that night, it was like Cupid giving a booster shot. See, the Reyes-Fournier’s do have romance in their repertoire.

The funny thing is that this seed of romance is something that we have never lost. Long ago, it took root in our relationship and we water it as frequently as possible. The fact that we sit side-by-side and write is example of that. More than half of our working life, we have worked together. How can we do this and not be at each other’s throats? I’d love to say that it is because of our superior intelligence and old souls but who am I kidding? Superior intelligence and old souls are the reason we have a hot sex life.

We can work together and play together because our romance stories center around themes of inspiration and mutual respect.  And these are things that, unlike ripped abs or perky breasts, never are lost. Every day of our marriage we remind each other that we can sell the moon.

Lee says: Superior intellect and old souls are romantic as well. I still look into his eyes and still see such a spark of greatness. I remember doing this November of 1987 in my parent’s kitchen. It was a magical evening. The strongest thing we shared was some coffee and I will admit I had a few cigarettes. The conversation was so intense that when my parents came home at 2 in the morning (they had been on their boat and were going to leave for Catalina Island but the weather was bad and they decided to sleep there until the temp dropped and they headed home) there was no way I would send him home.

Even after so many years, he still fascinates me. This summer we have taken to watching all the episodes of ‘Lost’ since family and friends speak so highly of it. We set up the laptop with some good speakers out on the patio, fix up some drinks and voila`, we have a drive in. The other night he was complaining of the heat and I reminded him he was wearing a shirt. He took off his shirt and followed that up with his shorts, thus sitting there in the buff with a huge grin on his face. There wasn’t a lot of outside nakedness when we lived in California, but in Miami, outside nakedness is common. So we sat there watching the show while he made comments about how overdressed I was and how silly I was being.

I remember during one of the 30 second sponsor breaks I looked over to him and there, naked, in the darkness of our makeshift drive in, I saw the spark. Sure his beard and hair are graying and his back is messed up but his spark is still evident. Sure, it could have been the vodka but I’ll say it was love.

For the record, Solar Quest was a really stupid game that we finally got around to playing after we were already married. In this case, with this gift, it was definitely the thought that counted.   

 

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