STEAK AND BLOWJOB DAY!

15 March 2008
Saturday (24 Degree Celsius)
Evening @ 2130 (Singapore Time)
Listen: 走在红毯那一天 by 彭佳慧
Mood: *Cow & Horsie are best friends*

Oh yes, according to the Urban Dictionary, March 14 was Steak and Blowjob (BJ) day. Ah, apparently it was invented by some Tom Birdsey (no relation to bird). It seems that it also recommend that he be elevated to a sort of a saint among men who so kind as to dedicate a day entirely for massive chunks of meat and having one member gobbled like candy bar (or better yet… use your imagination).

Seriously though, Steak and BJ Day was invented as a response to Valentine's Day, a day in which men get the 'privilege' of showing their affection for their significant other by spending ludicrous amounts of time, money, and effort in showering them in gifts, dinners, shows, and various other things to show them just how special they are to us… Right…

Isn't it about time that there was a day just like that, but devoted to having the ladies show men just how much they appreciate us? Thanks to Steak and BJ Day, this dream has finally come true. And look how easy it is! Since we really only wanted like two things in life, the formula for showing us that appreciation is really very simple.

First: FOOD! Not any of that new-age healthy market crap, either. Just give us a big hunk of cow. Preferably still bleeding. The napkin will be so unnecessary, that’s what the back of our hands are for.

I think the second part does not require any further explanation…

Best thing is: It's a win-win situation!

Just think, ladies, of just how hard your man will try to please you on February 14th just at the *thought* of the rewards he will be receiving on his special day. There's no way to lose, unless you have difficulty suppressing your gag reflex.

March 14th is, in short: BEST. HOLIDAY. EVER!

And to show my appreciation for the very special day, I had a good drink, instead. Oh did I mention it is also St Patrick day too? Ah yes, another good reason for hangover. Oh well, that’s life.

Ah yes, CY suggests going slow on the drink, not lest my liver is not at its optimum performance. That’s sweet of her.

How’s things at work? Same old same old, nothing too stressful, nothing too anything…

For some reasons also, this joke sum up my week

A first grade class comes in from recess. Ms. Goldstein the teacher asks Sarah, "What did you do at recess?" Sarah says, "I played in the sand box."

Teacher says, "That's good. Go to the blackboard, and if you can write 'sand' correctly, I'll give you a freshly baked cookie." She does and gets a cookie.

Teacher asks Morris what he did at recess. Morris says, "I played with Sarah in the sand box."

Ms. Goldstein says, "Good. If you write 'box" correctly on the blackboard, I'll give you a freshly baked cookie." Morris does and gets a cookie.

Teacher then asks Abdul bin Mahmoud what he did at recess. He says, "I tried to play with Sarah and Morris, but they threw rocks at me."

Ms. Goldstein says, "Threw rocks at you? That sounds like blatant inter-racial discrimination. If you can go the blackboard and write 'blatant inter-racial discrimination' I'll give you a cookie."