Peter Hong, a long-time GOP operative in Minnesota, was arrested in St. Paul for soliciting sex from a prostitute in yet another one of those lurid internet sex sting operations.
How stupid/desperate do you have to be to fall for one of these things?
On the bright side, I guess his mom’s friends will stop trying to set him up with their daughters…
I must have seen this commercial 1,000 times when I was a kid. For some reason, I found myself thinking about it this morning:
I’ve always thought of the commercial as being relatively harmless. But now that I’m older and crankier, I watch the commercial and think:
Hey, Laundry Lady! You just punked your husband’s ass out in front of some white lady! What’s up with that?
And you, Laundry Guy, what’s up with this “ancient Chinese secret” BS anyway? You really think that white lady is going to start doing her own laundry if she finds out you’ve been using Calgon? How about a little self-respect here?
And you, White Lady, get off your power trip — so what if Laundry Guy was playing you? If Laundry Guy really had such an amazing ”ancient Chinese secret,” do you honestly think he would be doing your stinky laundry for fifty cents a pound?
I mean, come on!
Hmm. Maybe this is why I don’t get invited to more parties…
zOMG!
Talk about karma!
Remember all those godawful things that women have said to you in the past when they just wanted to be friends? And remember how you said to yourself: Geez, I could deal with the rejection, but the thing that really hurt was how she couldn’t just come out and say it without getting all weird about it…
Well, now’s your chance.
Good luck. (And if nothing else, I hope this experience helps you to think more kindly towards those women in your past, who may genuinely have liked you and who may have been struggling to do the best they knew how in an excruciatingly awkward situation.)
Life is unfair. Really, really unfair.
Once again, you find yourself attracted to a really terrific woman who inexplicably chooses to go out with total losers. To add insult to injury, she keeps showing up at your place in the middle of the night to interrupt you in the middle of Guitar Hero to complain about her Jerk du Jour.
And you put up with her increasingly exasperating cataloging of JdJ’s flaws because you entertain the fond fantasy that one day the scales will fall from her eyes and you will be upgraded from friend to boyfriend.
Two pieces of advice:
Lightning has struck. You’ve got a girlfriend, and things are going great. You’re already holding hands — who knows what tomorrow will bring?
But then you find yourself at her folks’ place, sitting on a couch in the TV room next to her old man, who has his doubts about you, but who is willing to give you a chance. He asks you if you like to watch sports…
Don’t panic! Some tips to help you out:
I can already hear the wedding bells! [sniff!]
