Monday, March 7, 2011

"Hey Titi, How's Your Two Moms, Ya Big Gaymo?"

My current Facebook picture is awesome:



Here's an actual conversation that just happened regarding this amazing photo:

Nikki: so do you just love that pharaoh pic?

Me: i LOVE it... it embodies so much about me. I'm borderline obsessed with ancient Egypt, I enjoy funny hats... but you should take me seriously regardless.

Nikki: haha, good one

Me: my dream is to go to Egypt one day and excavate the shit out of some ruins... find the scull of Nefertiti

Nikki: good luck with that

Me: if it was socially acceptable, I would name my kid Nefertiti. She was the shit.

Nikki: Why isn't it socially acceptable?

Me: Well, a kid with 2 moms that has 'titi' in their name...probably not a good thing. I mean, what would her nickname be?

TITS! GET OVER HERE!
NEFER!
TEA!

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As of right now, Titi is off the table, but I'm open to suggestions on how to make it work... Seriously, she was the shit and any child would be lucky to possess such an empowering name.

Tits Mcgee?
Never-Titi (ironic since her moms love em')
Nefertiti Allen.
Titi Allen
Tits Allen (my nickname in college)
Nefer Allen (sounds like a "neverland" with an accent)
Fer Allen (gross)

Please help.



For those of you that don't know the reference to "how's your two moms?" I suggest you check this clip out... and in the process, you get to look at the wonderment that is Jennifer Beals. You're welcome.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

No Strings Attached, Part Deux

So I think it's about time I give you Part 2 of "No Strings Attached" - aka the rest of my debauchery filled weekend in Vegas with strippers, orgies, and naked ladies asking me to unwrap their "presents."

I left you off at our first night of insanity in which I experienced my first ever strip club... the Mecca that is Spearmint Rhino. Seriously, I think everyone should have to make at least one pilgrimage to this sacred naked place at least once in their lives.

Anyway, I really didn't think our weekend could get any better/bizarre/awesome, but boy was I wrong.

Night 2:

It all began with my desire to attend my all time favorite bar in Vegas... Coyote Ugly. Before you judge, hear me out. It's a semi-casual place where (if you know the right tricks) you can get in for free, hott ladies dance on bars, hott ladies give out free shots, and regular ladies can buy one drink and get the other free. It's a win-win-win-win situation. I went there over spring break in college, and lets just say that while I don't remember most of the night, the pictures say so much:



Note: My red tongue... I would like to thank the hott ladies dancing on the bar for pouring alcohol into my mouth all night.



NO idea what happened here... but this was totally my Facebook profile pic for about 6 months.


Anyway, suffice to say I wanted to return to Coyote Ugly during our trip.
Kelsey made that happen.

After a day of drinking, gambling, and a trip to the Price is Right (yes, you read correctly), we wandered over to Coyote Ugly. Now, usually I would want to get all fancied up to go out in Vegas... but I was drunk already and didn't want to go all the way back to the hotel to get changed. So, in jeans and a white tee (and my big yellow Price is Right name-tag still on), we went to the club.

After a few drinks, I may or may not have climbed up on the bar to dance with the other ladies.
Okay, I did. And...
It.
Was.
Awesome.

After dancing my little heart out, I jumped down from the bar and started making my way over towards Kelsey. As I was walking, I heard a gentleman's voice scream "MEGAN?!?!?"

I immediately turned around, searching for what I assumed was my long lost best friend. However, all I saw was a creepy man grinning at me, reaching for my arm. He then grabbed my elbow and said "OH MY GOD!!!! I haven't seen you since like high school! How have you been?!?!?"

Okay, so seriously, this guy was like 35 and clearly not in my high school age bracket. I was utterly confused. And, he kept blatantly looking at my chest.

I get it. I have big boobs. But, come on, at least TRY to be subtle.

Then, it dawned on me. I still had on my Price is Right name tag.
I immediately jumped into the conversation.

Me: OH MY GODDDDD! How have you been?!!?!?

Him: GREAT! It has been so long.... remember when we dated in high school?!

Me: Of course! Remember when we had sex?

Him: (momentarily shocked that I went there) YES!

Me: Yeah, you were my first. You weren't that good.

Him: I've gotten better over the years...

Me: Doubtful.

We then had a good laugh as though we really were long lost high school friends and lovers.

He then put out his hand to introduce him self for real, but I couldn't really hear him. I simply shook my head and pretended to understand, and then he went into a huge diatribe about how he's visiting with his wife and in-laws and two kids. He went on and on and provided an inordinate amount of information that I really didn't give a shit about, but I tried to act as though I was listening, when in reality I was looking past him to the gyrating women on the stage.

This went on for about 3 minutes, when finally Kelsey appeared.

I introduced him to her, in the hopes that he would leave me the fuck alone and start annoying her instead (I know, I'm an awesome girlfriend).

As Kelsey and the creep are chatting, I happily stood off to the side and watched the amazingness going on around me. I quickly noticed a semi-attractive woman standing in my peripheral vision. When I turned to look at her, the creep speaks up and says "OH! Megan! This is my wife!"

Wow, did he score out of his league.

Anyway, I introduce myself, and the creep goes back to talking to Kelsey, who, at this point looks like a deer in headlights and is making a face that says "SAVE ME!!!!!"

It was hysterical and cute all at once.

I kindly ignored her silent pleas for help, and turned back to the bar (which doubled as a stage). The wife of the creep then just stood there with me... shoulder to shoulder, watching the show. As we mildly swayed to the music in our semi-awkward silence, her hand kept grazing mine at my side, and she kept looking at me with this odd look.

Now, ladies in general do not hit on me. I'm pretty much the worst lesbian of life because I NEVER get hit on in bars. Seriously. People always think I'm the "straight friend" and therefore I get none. So, I'm not used to ladies giving me the "come hither stare."

After a few minutes of wondering, "is she constipated?" I realized she was attempting to hit on me telepathically. I was flattered and startled all at once. I looked over to Kelsey with my own deer in headlights stare, which was only returned by the creepster giving me the symbol for cunnilingus with his hand. You know, the "V" with your tongue in between? Yeah, that.

I moved a few steps over towards them, so could hear WTF they were talking about.

Warning: This conversation goes well beyond the line of socially acceptable. Read at your own risk.

Creep: ...right? This is how you should do it?

< insert crazy tongue motions to which I looked HIGHLY disturbed >

Me: ummm...that looks mildly painful... maybe you should reconsider your technique.

Creep: well, you should teach me! I'm an eager learner! I always want to learn more...

Me: ummm, maybe she should help you with that (pointing at wife)

Wife (stage whisper to me): he really does try, but it's just not the same...

Me: the same as whaaa...

Creep (interrupting me and pulling me aside): listen, my wife loves being with women.

Me: Oh....... yeah?....

Creep: the last time we were with a lesbian, I just watched and she ate her out all night. She just can't get enough.

Me: ....................

(I'm sure I looked like this:)



Creep then turned back to Kelsey and the wife, who were chatting merrily amongst themselves.

The tables had completely turned; I could not wipe the deer caught in headlight look from my face, and Kelsey just grinned knowingly.

I think we both get a kick out of each other's uncomfortable-ness. It's love.


The next thing I hear is creep saying, "Hey, let's get a picture together!!"

I immediately smile and say, "GREAT IDEA! You and Kelsey get together!!!"

...I'm a bitch, I know.

Creep then does the sign for cunnilingus once again and proceeds to lick Kelsey's face.
I was shocked. I was grossed out. I was slightly amused.

Next, it was my turn.

Kelsey immediately took the camera and looked at me with a gleeful expression that said, "PAYBACK!"

I put my arm around the wife's shoulders, trying to keep everything PG, but I was instantly aware of her hand on my hip squeezing a little too tightly. I looked at her with an expression of "really? are you doing this right now?" and she just grinned knowingly and turned back to the camera.

As Kelsey was getting ready to take the picture, Creep yelled "heyy! You two should totally kiss!"

I looked to Kelsey with sheer terror in my eyes and hoped that she would go all jealous girlfriend for me and kick his ass. Instead, she just grinned. Payback is a bitch. A bitch named Kelsey.

I said "ummm, I don't know about that..." to which Kelsey mercifully nodded her head in agreement (thank God she took some pity on me). Creep took in this information and seemed to ponder it for a moment before he said "Okay, well how about you at least touch tongues!"

At this point, I had to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.

Creep looked incredibly hopeful, wifey was nodding anxiously next to me, and Kelsey was laughing and shaking her head in disbelief.

"I think that's a great idea!" said Kelsey as she lifted the camera... evidently her payback wasn't over. (In Kelsey's defense, she did get licked in the face my the biggest creep this side of the Mississippi.)

... and there I found myself, in the middle of Coyote Ugly kinda-sorta-french-kissing a complete married stranger with her husband clapping in the background and my girlfriend laughing manically at me. It was Vegas magic.

I then tried to act as nonchalant as possible and went back to watching the gyrating women on the stage. After a few minutes of refusing to turn my head an acknowledge the ever-present company of wifey, I decided it was time to suck it up and locate Kelsey to make sure she was okay.

It didn't take long to find her. She kind of stuck out. In a crowd of smiling drunken people, there was Kelsey:



I immediately rushed over and heard creep saying, "I'll just watch..."

Kelsey, at this point was catatonic and looked like she had just seen a ghost. I turned to face him.

Me: Ummmm, what?

Creep: Oh, I was just telling Kels that we're having a party back at our place tonight, and you two should totally come < creepy wink and arm around Kelsey's shoulders >

Me: Oh, that's weird... I thought you had your kids with you.

Creep: We got rid of them for the night, they're next door with my in-laws.

At this point, I realize he's not going to give up, so I figured I'd level with him on his own terms.

Me: Don't you think they'd hear us? I mean come on... < gesturing between all four of us, as thought it meant something >

Creep: Ohh... ummmm, it should be fine... they're heavy sleepers. They'd never know.

Me: Yeah, I dunno... things can get pretty rowdy. I wouldn't want to have to explain that.

Creep: < takes a moment to collect himself and form an argument > Well, we've done this before, we'll just turn up the TV and you'll just have to do your best to stay quiet.

Me: Okay, well there's one other problem.

Creep: What's that?

Me: You.

Creep: What?!?!?!

Me: You. If you have failed to realize that Kelsey and I are lesbians, then I apologize for not being straightforward when I introduced her as my girlfriend. But, regardless, being a lesbian by definition means that I don't get down with the peen. Seriously, just thinking of that thing makes me want to hurl.

Creep: Oh, well Kelsey basically said the same thing. I'll just sit in the corner and watch, it's fine. I won't touch at all.

Me: Just the thought of having a penis in the same room as me while that's happening... no way. Gross. No.

Creep: Well, I would need to be there.

Me: Yeah, well I guess that's just too bad then.

Creep: Look, maybe we could work something out.

Me: Doubtful.

Creep: Look at my wife. Isn't she hott?

Me: Yes, you're wife is very beautiful. I don't see your point. You still have a penis.

Creep: She LOVES being with women. She's like an animal. I can't stop her, she just wants to fuck all night when she's with girls. She'll fuck you all night. And it's a win-win for me because I can learn how to better please her.

Wife: It's true, he could use some pointers.

Once again, I was flabbergasted. At this point Kelsey came out of her creep-induced haze and appeared at my side, tugging on my arm towards the exit.

Me: What? Are we leaving?

Kelsey: We need to get out of here. They're going to kill us.

Me: Sweetie, I don't think they're going to murder us...at least not here in the club.

Kelsey: If we go to their hotel room they will!!!!!

Me: Ummm, well no shit. We're not going to the hotel room.

Kelsey began to pull on my arm once again, clearly still traumatized.

I turned to Creep and did my best to look apologetic.

Me: We need to run! It was really great meeting you! Have a great trip with your family!

Creep: Noooo! Wait! At least let me get your number so I can call you later for the party! < another creepy wink >

Kelsey looked like she was going to shit out her heart. I had to take advantage...again, payback is a bitch. A bitch named Megan.

Me: Sure! ...Kelsey, give him your number!!

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I'm evil. Kelsey took the phone as though it were a foreign object and held it mid-air. I nudged her, "go on, give Creep your number so we can get freaky deeky later."

Kelsey punched some nonsense into the phone and literally RAN out of the bar as I waved to wifey and Creepster.

When we got to the escalator, she kept looking behind us to make sure we weren't being followed.

Kelsey: I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT JUST HAPPENED.

Me: Did you give them your real number?

Kelsey: OF COURSE NOT! ARE YOU KIDDING?

Me: Oh, well that's a bummer. That party sounded like fun. Dammit.

Kelsey: I hate you.

Me: I love Vegas. Want to go to Spearmint Rhino?

Thursday, January 20, 2011

The Amazing Jasper.

No, that's not some magician that I'm obsessed with and want to tell you all about... it's actually a new "friend" that seems quite obsessed with me.

Today I got a Facebook friend request.
Nothing new... I'm a popular lady.

However, when I opened the friend request, I was shocked, offended, and mildly terrified. Here's what it said:

Amazin JAsper wants to be your friend.

Message:
1,2: I'm coming for you.
3,4: you better lock yo' door.
Im' beast in the sheets...
Tonight I'm finna eat yo pu**y.



At least he had the decency to bleep out vagina.


Seriously though, I'm minorly terrified and want to call Olivia Benson to come protect me. According to his info on Facebook, he lives in California... but that somehow doesn't comfort me. I want to deny his request, but I fear he will show up at my house and be like "lets do this bitch..." and when I say "what?! NO!" he'll say "didn't you get my facebook message?!" and then assault me.

Maybe I should reply to him on his terms...so we have no hard feelings and he gets where I'm coming from... and leaves me the hell alone.

Perhaps something like this:

Dear Amazin', you best be blazin' cause if you come near me, I promise I'll be tazin'. Now leave me alone before I turn Jasper into Casper and kill yo ass. Feel me?

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Measuring Cups: Don't be a Boob.

So I basically just had the best conversation of life with LaVonda via Gchat while we're in separate classes, miles apart. Enjoy:


Me: I'm listening to a guy in a 3 piece suit talk about patents. I really hope he asks if any of us have ideas for patents… I'm going to tell him about my lopsided boob/bra invention….and talk about the research I have done.

Lavonda: Um....I'm going to need to hear more about said lopsided boob/bra invention

Me: omg I can't believe I've never told you!! I'm totally going to be a millionaire famous for boobies…every lesbian's dream.

Lavonda: By the way....for YEARS, I was convinced that I had a brilliant idea for a box of some type that allows plug-in items to run without electricity immediately available. I was CRUSHED when I found out that generators already existed.
Explain yours....I'm sure it's brilliant.

Me: hahahahah awesome. Okay well, as I'm sure you know, every woman's boobs are two different sizes...some more drastic than others

Lavonda: Righty rides higher, obviously...

Me: hahaha, another example: Megan Allen's right boob (named Mac) is a DD, her left (named veronica) is a C. It makes wearing V necks next to impossible b/c the shirt rides to the left...down the slope. Also, bras never fit both correctly, so I'm forfeiting one.

Lavonda: Veronica Mac? Amazing. And REALLY? DD/C? Mine's not that bad....just full D/Small D, and righty sits high

Me: okay well listen to this amazing idea: interchangeable cups. You can get a bra... and lets say I wanted to even out my boobs...I could purchase a cup that makes my C a DD with padding OR if I'm just getting the bra to wear with t-shirts, I can get a C cup for my lefty and DD for right… and they're both comfy.

Lavonda: I actually LOVE that idea...I mean, it's a lot of work, but for people that the difference is big enough, that's amazing. Also, the inserts could be all different materials

Me: EXACTLY. (I used this proposal in college ALL the time to feel up girls.)
"My boobs are the same!"
"Let me check...I doubt it"

Lavonda: HAHAHAHAHAHAHSHA I wish I could type H and A all day for that comment
I think if I was talking to someone about that, I'd let them feel me up and I'm a PRUDE… so it must work

Me: IT TOTALLY WORKED. I felt up every girl at Quinnipiac University at some point or another… there’s probably a support group.
Oh, and the name: Measuring Cups.

Lavonda: That is really brilliant. You're fantastic

Me: THANK YOU. The best part: I'll totally be invited onto Oprah like the spanks girl

Lavonda: Maybe you could feel up Oprah

Me: Oh I will. I plan on telling her that story and then being like "come here, I'm going to give you the Gail treatment"

Lavonda: HA!

Me: hahah I may also have to blog this conversation b/c I love it,
but I don't want some a hole stealing my patent b/c he has good taste and read my blog

Lavonda: Obviously....we should come up with some tag lines

Me: ooo i like it

Lavonda: Support that's as easy as A, C, DD

Me: hahhaha

Lavonda: Giving lesbians an excuse to feel up strange women since 2002
The world's foremost expert on breast differentiation improvement
We know that's confusing, but imagine how much less confusing it would be if your breasts were the same size!!

Me: Measuring Cups: Keep abreast on today's hottest bra!

Lavonda: AHAHAHA

Me: Tilting to the left? Get your tits aligned with Measuring Cups!
Don't be a boob, get some measuring cups!
NIP lopsided boobs in the bud... measuring cups!

Lavonda: Tit for tat? Make it TIT FOR TIT!!

Me: hahahha I laughed in class, dammit.

Lavonda: NIP? I just laughed out loud in class

Me: hahaha
Only in school is going from a C to a D a bad thing... measuring cups!
(ps...I'm totally yelling measuring cups in my head at the end of every tagline)

Lavonda: Of course you are! I'm actually singing it in my head

Me: oooo a jingle… even better!

Lavonda: mea sur ing CUPS! Upscale

Me: hahaha
Me: fresh prince theMe: "now this is the story of about how, my left boob got brought up to scale...now let me take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I evened out my chestly pair...."

Lavonda: Please record that

Me: hahaha, I'll feel up Jada Pinkett in the commercials… obvi... full circle.

Lavonda: obvi

Me: I'm going to be one of those non-celebs. I'll invent these cups...make some money and then invite myself to red carpet events. I can't wait to run into Britney and have her tell me "OMG I LOVE MEASURING CUPS!" and I'll be like "why dont we go in the back room and you can show them to me."

Lavonda: did you have a dirty dream about that?

Me: ...maybe…and maybe that's my motivation. Oh, and Dianna Agron, obvi.
I'll be present at all celebrity fittings.

Lavonda: right...that's a given. Glee can do an episode.

Me: I like where you're going with this

Lavonda: Imagine....to the tune of 'back that ass up' … Lift that breast up

Me: OMG I’ m laughing again

Lavonda: Of course you are....I'm hilarious.

Me: hahah I can't stop. I'm literally biting my lip. I'm going to snort in about 3 seconds

Me: I'm taking notes on how to patent this

Lavonda: obvi

Me: it's going to happen.

Lavonda: ask him about my generator idea. I think it's genius.

Me: oh I will

Lavonda: and hilarious to ask about, b/c people think you're an idiot

Me: I should totally do it. People in here SUCK and take themselves so seriously. They wouldn’t even get the joke or laugh.

Lavonda: lot of judgment faces?

Me: precisely. and lots of "I'm awesome. Listen to me. I am an MBA robot and have no sense of humor. I'm awesome. I'm right. Look at me. I'm serious."

Lavonda: next time you have a chance, search for a song called 'I'm awesome.' Key phrase....motherfucker, I'm awesome

Me: hahahaha omg i think that's my theme song.
In other news...I need to poop. Damn coffee

Lavonda: me too....triple venti right before class? Not a 'measuring cup' idea

Me: hahaha omg these people are asking 3409834093843 questions. Like seriously, shut up so he can leave and we can move on or else I WILL ask about generators, or tell him I have a great idea for menstruating women. "Tampoons" and I will go into great detail about how they work.

Lavonda: I just covered a guffaw with a cough… it was difficult.

Me: hahah

Lavonda: tampoons? What in the Sam Hill is that? I love it, whatever it is

Me: tampons.... but pronounce the end like "harpoon" b/c in reality you're harpooning your vag with cotton. NEVER say "tampon" again. ALWAYS tampoon.

Lavonda: cross my heart, hope to die,…

Me: stick a tampoon in your eye?

Lavonda: stick a tampoon in my eye

Me: hahahahaha omg i laughed again

Lavonda: I really do think you're my soulmate

Me: hahaha amen. I seriously hate these people in my class. Also, to my left, there's this guy that looks like a lesbian. His facial hair is the only reason I think he's male.

Lavonda: amazing...does he have boobs? Could we expand our market for measuring cups?

Me: oooo interesting. Measuring Cups: When you don't want to wear a cup down there, move em up to your man tits

Lavonda: protect your male and female assets...measuring cups!
Amazing. Best day ever.

Update: Shit My Professor Says

After three weeks of pure insanity, I couldn't make a single post outlining all of the outlandish things my professor has said simply because I would take up the whole internets. So, I did the next best thing: a Twitter account.

Yes, that's right, I made a Twitter account dedicated solely to the crazy shit my professor says. The title of it: ShitMyProfSays1 (sadly, some bastard already took "ShitMyProfSays"). You can find all of the ramblings and offensive musings here: http://twitter.com/#!/ShitMyProfSays1

You're welcome.