Introducing Bad Date Haiku

As some of you have probably noticed my posting of late has been a bit sporadic. The reason for this is two-fold:

1. I have been very, very busy. Mostly with taking our pets to and from the veterinarian.
2. I have at long last directed my attention to other creative endeavors.

Like this.

Bad Date Haiku came into being the way most good things do: procrastination. Last week my buddy over at Bad Advice and I were talking on the phone about bad dates. We both had better things to do but quite frankly we were having fun. At one point she rolled out a real doozy and it struck me:

That sounded a lot like a haiku.

I told her this and an hour later I got the ball rolling by emailing her my very own bad date haiku. Needless to say it snowballed from there. More people started participating, our inboxes got fuller and fuller and we finally decided “Why not share the joy with the world?”.

So we did.

At some point we’re going to roll this over into a bona fide web site. In the meantime you can savor Bad Date Haiku version 1.0 (as constructed by the ever fabulous Bad Advice) by clicking here. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed creating it! (WARNING: some images NSFW.)

Miss Heather

Interesting Consumer Item Of The Day: She Wha?

Recently a good friend of mine when out for drinks with a male buddy of hers. Upon leaving a bar she spied a very intoxicated gentleman (in a business suit, no less) drunkenly urinating on the side of a newspaper stand. This display really pissed her off (pin intended). I’ll let her take it up from here:

I was looking for something to launch into a tirade about anyway so I looked right at the guy “oh yeah, that’s what I like to see when I’m out enjoying my evening, some drunk moron with his d*ck out in public, making the whole world his toilet!”

Michael got very embarrassed and tried to walk away, but I started to get my camera phone out.  Then he doubled back and reprimanded me: “oh come on! Don’t’ do that!”

And I put it away because the walk signal changed –and I decided I’d rather go home anyway.  Then Michael says “he’s probably more embarrassed than you are!”

“What!?” I said.  “If he’s embarrassed, he should go into a f*cking mcdonalds, buy a coke, and use the restroom, like I would.”

Michael:  “come on, he’s obviously drunk.  He wouldn’t be doing it if he didn’t have to.”

Me:  “WTF-ever, I have been drunk in my day but I have NEVER *HAD* to stop in the middle of the street and pee.  This is why our city smells like a toilet.  It’s just uncivilized.  You know who pees out in public?  MY DOG.  Civilized human beings find proper toilets.”

Michael was obviously angered by my tirade and started walking away, turning his shoulder to me.  But I was all feist.

“What, you’re mad. Sorry.  I forgot.  He has a p*nis!  It is a man’s god-given right to whip it out whenever and wherever and relieve himself.   I’M SO SORRY, I FORGOT.  I BOW DOWN TO THE P*NIS!!!”

Michael was totally mortified that I was hollering this in public and decided that we should part ways for the evening. I asked him if he thought I was being belligerent, and he said YES.  I know I was being belligerent, but I didn’t care, and still don’t, actually.

What’s funny is if this guy had been puking, I would have felt sorry for him.  But nobody pees on the street “because they HAVE to,” unless they are homeless.

My friend could have let it go at this point. Could have. She didn’t. She’s a “follow through” kind of gal— which is why I learned the good news about “She Wee”. If you can’t beat  ’em, join ’em!

Yes, this is a real consumer item. My friend actually ordered one is trying to learn how to use it.* Apparently it comes with a hose so you can “direct” your yellow salvo where ever you want. Imagine that: now you and grandma can bond over writing your initials in the snow! Check out their web site for yourself. It’s quite something.

Miss Heather

*I’m trying to get her to post a dairy of her learning curve here on New York Shitty. We’ll see what happens. Keep your streams crossed!