The Perfect Threesome

I feel bad, I've been neglecting this blog for what seems like ages. It's officially 12:22AM on Wednesday. And yes, July 1st is Canada Day. I am celebrating Canada Day by sitting here at the dinner table, giving my blog some love while Daddy and his brother hash out their differences in a few rounds of Fight Night 4 (brought to you by EA Sports!).

What is it with older guys and video games?

I used to subscribe to the belief that males and their video game addictions stopped after high school, or maybe after First year at university.

Sadly, this is not the case. I know men in their mid-30s who own an Xbox, Play Station and Wii. True die hards will own all three and play games on their gamer notebooks (who the heck actually chooses to lug around a 17", seven pound laptop these days anyway!?).

"Can we have sex yet?" I asked Daddy in my bestest little girl voice. It's been at least three days now...or more...but I have really bad memory when I exercise too much, eat too little and work too hard so I could be off. But not that far off.

"Baby, we just watched that movie... you know how those types of movies make me feel." Daddy explained. And he was right. We had just finished watching Taken with Liam Neeson. Basically, any movie that includes the whorish exploitation of women turns Daddy off. It's weird, quirky things like these that tell me he's a good guy.

Speaking of movies and being sex deprived, have you watched Arrested Development? Love, love, love that TV series. Have watched all three seasons over the course of three weeks and the other night I dreamed that I was giving Gob Bluth a bj while Michael Bluth did me from behind! Yes, under normal circumstances (read: not being the horny bastardette that I am)this would've fallen into the "you're weirdly disgusting" category in my books, but honestly, it wasn't so bad. In fact, it was the perfect threesome....Gob is the quirky, fun and slutty man who really doesn't give two sh&ts about the girl he's with, so as long as he gets his fun in (so to speak) and Michael is the caring, "good guy", who'd probably only screw a girl if he "truly cared for her".

It's like sweet and sour sauce. Too much of one kind and it's gets a little mundane, for the every day. But put them together and you get a party in your mouth.

Coincidentally, I like Chinese food.