I’m no expert in marketing, but I’m fairly certain that the name of the product is very important. Without a good name, the product just won’t sell as well. I’m sure the best names are the ones that just stick out and grab your attention, which is a good thing, mostly. While I agree that the odder the name, the more likely I’ll remember it, but sometimes I feel they have crossed the line. If the name is catchy I’ll remember it and maybe use it, but if its sick or bizarre then it’s a good chance I’m staying far away.

Recently while shopping at Watsons (like a Walgreens), I came across a product that I will surely remember, but I’m not so sure I would use. Check out the pictures below and tell me if you would use this stuff.

Wash what off?

Scrub what?

Hold what?

Scrub it off!

I guess the products could be useful…

Well not exactly today, more like Friday. Anyways, I was at the bar with the guys and the table next to us was a group of Taiwanese guys and girls. They were playing some drinking game where if you lose you got spanked with some pointer stick. Nothing gay so far but wait. Most of the time it was a guy spanking a girl, or a girl spanking a guy. Then the gayness started happening when the guys started to spank other guys. There is a code, a special code of men, which states; no matter where you are, or how drunk you become. You NEVER spank another guy. Ever. Did they not get the memo over here in Taiwan? Got a picture off my camera phone so you may witness what not to do when out drinking with other men.

I am not a gay basher. That would be the guy holding the pointer stick.

I see a lot of gay shit in Taiwan. Almost everyday. I’ll tell you about the gay shit I saw today.

I went to the supermarket to get a few items and before I walk in this guy comes out carrying one of those small dog carrier bags. It was pink and possibly more like a purse. He had this small brown dog poking his head out of the bag. I just don’t care anymore so I said to the guy, “that’s so fucking gay”. I 65% sure he didn’t understand me, but even if he did, maybe he would take a long hard look at his life and stop being retarded. Now some of you are saying, maybe it was his girlfriends purse and dog, and he was just holding it for her. Well when I saw him he was alone, and didn’t look like anyone else was around him. Even if it was true, real men don’t hold pink purse with small dogs inside them. That’s just fucking gay. You give up all rights to manhood when you do that.

I didn’t have time to take a picture, but here is a picture I found on the internet that sort of describes what I am talking about. The real dog was more furry and the purse was pink, but you get the idea.

Now before anyone leaves a comment about gay bashing, I fully support the lesbians. I have a ton of their videos! Especially the Asian ones.

What’s the gayest thing you saw today? Leave your answers in the comments.

OK short post, but I have to make up for not including a picture in the last one.
You know your living with women when your bathroom looks like this:

It’s a joy to roam around the streets of Taipei and look at all the stores. I like it even more when they sell shirts with English on them (since they are hip now). I began to wonder, maybe they aren’t poorly written English, but in fact words of wisdom hidden to look like bad grammar. I bought one of them recently and been studying it, but been having no luck figuring it out. Here is what the shirt says, hopefully you can help me out. The shirt reads “Sweet One I Love You For Your Lovely Shao. For The Are You Make In Pait And Bed Rhyme, But Most Because We Wee. But Most Because We Yalk Around With And Joy Follow Spirit Of The Wom.”
Lovely isn’t it? Now that I re-read it, I don’t think there is any code in there…

Every race, religion and sex today has a stereotype associated with it. The one I’ll be talking about today is the one about Asians good at math. Wow, they seriously can’t be farther from the truth on that one. Here is my story: I went shopping yesterday to pick up some new shorts and shirts. Picked out about 4 shirts and went to pay for them. She told me the price of each shirt before she rang them up and the total price came to $1460NT($47USD). So I gave her $1560NT and expected to get $100NT back. To my shock she gave me $400NT back instead of $100NT. You do the math, I saved $300NT right there. Of course I didn’t say anything, took my clothes and money and left. Would you have done the same? I’m sure you would. This has happened 3 times to me while in Taiwan, and I didn’t say anything ever…and never will! So there you go, my proof that stereotypes are all a bunch of bullshit!

Everyone has little mind fantasies from time to time, either it be “I wonder what would happen if I take a shit on that cops shoe”, or “I wonder how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop.” My little joy is to think about what I would say if I won the lottery. I’m not talking years into it, i’m talking about the little press interview they do for all the winners. Ah what I joyful feeling that would be, standing in front of 10 news cameras as they introduce me as the sole winner of $500 million dollar State Lotto. Of course being a winner of that large amount they would want some kind of statement from me, like if I will donate it to charity(yeah, the charity to buy me a new Dodge Viper!) or buy a house or whatever. I thought this over long and hard, it may not be original, but still is funny.

I would of course come to the interview with fresh new gear. Some Armoni or whatever is trendy at the time, and of course you NEED the bling. Aside from the hotness that would be me, what I say would be the most important. When I would get to the mic, I would do some beatbox’in for 30 seconds or so before my speech…you know, just to inform them of my hotness. I would continue lookin fly then say this: “I would like to thank myself today for buying a ticket and winning so much freak cash. It isn’t Jesus or God or whatever else imaginary thing you believe in that won me this money, just me. I have a few things to say today, first off let me start with…I’M RICH, BITCH! Ah that feels good to say. This money will do me good, as I am going to spend it on me…that’s right, all of it! Fuck you charity people, if you want my money, you must earn it by suckin my balls! I’m gonna hook myself up with this money, houses everywhere, Dodge Vipers in every color there is, and hot ass women at my beckon call. But I have learned something today, being a multi-millionaire is sweet, cuz you have alot of money, and when you have money, you don’t have to hang out with any poor ass losers like you guys…screw you guys…i’m going home.”

Then I would walk off stage, get into my Hummer-Limo and go buy myself some porn.
Life is good inside my mind sometimes. Just don’t be a hater, you would do the same if you could.