Don’t Give A Girl Breast Milk On A Date!

Dear Men of LA:

If you are going to take a girl back to your place give her a nice glass of wine!  Give her a beer!  Give her a coke!  Do not give her a glass of breast milk.  According to the guys at the bar it’s the yummiest thing ever!   So, where does one get breast milk to serve to the ladies?  Is it on the black market?  Can you run down to Trader Joe’s and get it?  Let me give you a clue.  I don’t care how yummy breast milk is, no girl in her right mind (and even the ones who aren’t) wants to drink milk that comes from another girl’s boobs.  Stick with that two buck chuck you get from Trader Joes.

Just Like The Holiday Inn, We Do Have A Check Out Time The Morning After!

Dear Men of LA:

Just like The Holiday Inn, there is a check out time the morning after.  Do not expect breakfast!  Do not expect to lounge in bed!  Do not expect a foot massage, a back rub, feet licking (from me or Miss Tiddlywinks), or anything else.  Get your ass up and out!  We’ve got shit to do!  When we say, “please go.  I’ve got to get to Dunkin Doughnuts before there’s a big ass line” we mean it!

Let’s Keep Our Hands, Spit, Tongues, And Dicks To Ourselves At The Bar!

Yesterday’s adventures at my local bar!

Dear Men of LA:

Here’s a tip.  Do not go up to a girl in a bar and start licking her ear.  I have no idea why people like having their ears licked.  Spit in an ear feels slimy and gross.  Also, don’t go up to her and start rubbing her hair saying, “your hair is so soft.  It feels like angel hair.”  What exactly does angel hair feel like?  Is it softer than a kitten?  Softer than a baby’s butt?  Softer than a virgin’s vagina?  Hmmmm!  So here’s a novel idea.  Let’s keep our hands, spit, tongues, dicks and everything else to ourselves at the bar.  One of these days you are going to lick the wrong chicks ear and end up in a jail cell with a guy called Miss Twiddlywinks.  Then I guarantee you Miss Twiddlywinks will want to lick more than your ear.