May 30, 2011

Hunk of the Week!!



Name:  Fadi El-Assad
Occupation:  Rocker
Single?  No
Age:  32


Dealbreaker:  Eczema

Dealmaker:  Promises of acting work.

What do you love most about Austin? 
I love that a city can be so far ahead of the cool curve, that it's residents are confused as to what Hall & Oates shirt is still clever enough to wear to a friend's "mustache cocktail party."  Remember when irony used to mean something?

Where do you like to hangout? (So Miss Austin fans can stalk you) 
I tend to stick to bars and clubs that my friends own/manage/work at.  I find their policy on drunken crying much more lenient than warehouse district bars.

I love old music videos, it's a shame they aren't what they used to be. Which old music video would you say speaks to you the most and why?
The video that stuck with me the most as a kid was Michael Jackson's Bad. Mainly because after I watched it for the first time, I ran to the nearest store looking for a sequence glove to rock while I sang along at home (I really thought I was "bad").  But of course, what self-respecting convenience store carries fitted, sparkling sequence gloves?  All they had were oven mitts and work gloves.  So I ended up just being an idiot wearing one gardening glove grabbing my crotch dancing alone in the living room.  I'm not sure what my folks thought.  Maybe they just quietly left me alone, while going over therapy options.  As an adult, there is a video that I think about from time to time without any prompt.  It's Tom Waits' "Downtown Train."  It's all shot in black and white like a 50's noir movie.  It's genius.  I love it.

Who do you feel most akin to:  Usher? Bruce Springstein? Lyle Lovett? Freddy Fender? Charo? Someone else?
Usher.  Because I can dance real good. 

Anything else we should know about you? Fetishes? Arrest record? Bastard children?
I once hung out with a baby chimp named April, and was later told by a friend that "primates have diseases man hasn't heard of yet"  and that she would "snatch [my] life from [me]"  Thanks for the heads up too late, pal.



If you want to check out Fadi in action, go to http://www.theriverboatgamblers.com/ to see tour dates. Trust me, if you haven't been to a Riverboat Gamblers show, you must immediately. These dudes are loud, fun and you'll probably get hit in the head with a beer can. Gimme!

May 28, 2011

What are YOU doing this Memorial Day weekend?


Tomorrow, after you have gorged on BBQ and moisturized your sunburn, you should head over to The Beauty Bar for a fun night of music, vintage, and photos. A House A Home and Little Radar are playing, along with Mar Mar Meow Vintage and Adornments by Drea having some goodies to sell. The photo booth for the evening is being run by Kassy Balli Photography. Come and get it.

Stop staring at me and do something

I know some dudes are shy and are afraid of rejection but you need to get over it. What's wrong with getting rejected, anyway? Hey Fabio, do you really think every girl is into you? No, of course not. Once you acknowledge you won't get every cute little thing out there and you might get rejected, you'll reel in the chicks, trust me. I put my shit out there. If I'm into you, you'll know it. For me, I'd rather have all the information on the table. Why would you wander around a bar or a party thinking "She's hot" or "She seems like a cool chick, I want to make out with her," but not put yourself out there? It's fun and actually kind of liberating to be overtly honest and unafraid of being rejected. Sure, it might hurt your ego a little but who gives a fuck? You'll get over it. And, now you have a better chance of getting laid and less chance of getting a virus on your computer from all the sketchy porn you're going home to watch, alone.

Last night I was out with one of my favorite gals and I noticed a couple of dudes walk by and just stare. I think I am easily approachable. I can gab with anyone. Do something. Don't just keep walking by and not at least say hello. After a few drinks, I tend to get a little funny and my contacts start to get hazy. This works in your favor, dudes. This is the perfect opportunity to approach women. Do something. (Note: definitely approach me after a couple shots of tequila. I might have your babies and give you my PIN number).

Maybe I am alone here, hopefully not. Well, have no fear Austin because I am on a mission to get all you singles laid, or at the very least a morsel of hope you can see a shiny new vagina or a piece of Grade A grass fed man meat.

I'm on it, Austin.

Drink More

What dipshit made up that saying, "liquor before beer, you're in the clear" and "beer for liquor, you'll never be sicker?" That is the stupidest shit I have ever heard. The drinking motto for anyone who has a pulse should be, "Drink More." Don't be a pussy. Mix all of it up. Tonight I had vodka, tequila, beer and a glass of wine as a nightcap, and you know what, tomorrow I will wake up, go running, then go eat pancakes. What are you scared of? I think we all got brainwashed in high school to be careful mixing your shit. What a waste.

Drink more. Do it.

Don't be surprised if this posting is deleted in the morning, I'm drunk.

May 26, 2011

I love this man



Look at that photo! I want to have his babies and I want those babies to come out looking exactly like that face. Last year, I saw a play with Christopher Walken and Sam Rockwell on Broadway called "Behanding in Spokane." Watching Christopher Walken be a creep right in front of me was one of the best experiences I had in New York. That, along with having the pleasure of seeing Dita Von Teese do a strip tease to an oriental version of "Pictures of You" was pretty memorable on the life experiences list.

I think it's time I take a trip back to NYC for a visit. Who's with me? I am going to start posting my recommendations on places to go when on vacation. I would love some recommendations from all the Miss Austin people out there as well. Let me have it.

May 24, 2011

Jesus made him not do it

Don't you think it's interesting how some people produce images of the cross to look like a judgemental, dickhead dad? This is one of those images. Just me?


For the most part, I don’t have anything against super religious guys.  I bet they make nice dinners, know how to change an air conditioning filter and are great at missionary. Some girls are into it and I can respect that. No fuss.  However, what I do have a problem with are those guys who aren’t completely upfront with their fanatical Jesus syndrome.  For some reason they are really sneaky about it (guilt, obviously) which inevitably pops up in the most precarious situations. These dudes need to put it out there from the get go. Ladies, your line of questioning should go, “Do you have an STD?  Herpes?  Children?  How many times a week do you go to church and on what days?" (You know the people who go to church on Wednesday’s as opposed to Sunday’s are straight fucking loony).

I briefly dated a lovely Christian chap whom I met at a party. He was a deceptive Hunk, the worst kind. I found out later he was a Wednesday and Saturday churchgoer (Shit! My abuelita warned me about staying away from those crazies).  Obviously, I didn’t know this or I wouldn’t have agreed to hang out with him numerous times at bars, then more parties, which inevitably led to me going back to his place. Here’s where it gets weird. He always wanted to give me a back massage, naked. Ok, great. I’m totally into that. Thank you. More, please. He would start by giving me a thorough rub down then ever so gently he would place his penis on small of my back (giggles, I know).  He would just leave it there for a minute or two, adjust it, then let it slide down my ass crack a bit, then place it on my back again. Now, just imagine my face looking like one of those big-eyed cat clocks whose eyes just swing side to side with their exaggerated blinking, that’s what I looked like.  Then he would just lay on top of me like dead weight.  At first I thought maybe he was trying out some new technique to awaken my hibernating chakras or something. I’m not stuffy, I can get into new shit. But, that wasn’t the case. As our encounters grew, he started to concentrate his penis solely on my ass crack, and less lower back. Interesting.  Then, as soon as I would turn over he would stop abruptly. After a couple more frustrating encounters like this, I gave up.  I started to look at him as my personal masseuse which I honestly kind of preferred for a while. Little did I realize at the time, he was getting me naked and rubbing all over me because that wasn’t viewed, to him, as sexual or wrong but once I rolled over, woah! Vagina, the gateway drug.
We stopped seeing each other when it became clear that I would rather spend $100 for a massage then give him a call. After I stopped hanging out with him I heard all these hilarious stories of how he fancied himself a disciple or some shit. Apparently, he was taking his bible to the bar we used to hang at to talk to people about the good word. That’s fine, do what you want to do. I think one drunk night I told the bartender how he used to like to simulate sex on my back and ass crack. Whoops. I think that guy is married now with a dick ton of babies.
Watch out for those Wednesday and Saturday churchgoers, I tell ya.  

May 23, 2011

Hunk and Babe of the Week - Couple's Edition

I love a good twosome. Sometimes, I think a great couple needs to be acknowledged just for being rad. I hate bullshit couples who can't or are too scared to admit when something isn't right. If you're miserable, I think you should get out before it gets REAL ugly and someone gets stabbed. Our Hunk and Babe this week are one of those rad couples who are happy, have fun together and most importantly, are two solid individuals without their mate. I love that. Here's Grant and Sara.




Name: Grant Himmler
Occupation: Musician (does serving food at $2.13 an hour count as employment?)
Single:  No. See the current “Babe of the Week” for an idea of why men/women should be jealous of me.
Age: 24


What is your dealbreaker? 
Body hair.  Astrology.  Close-talking.  “I Love Pink” shorts.  Abominable kissers.


What is your dealmaker? 
Maybe this makes me gay as a daisy, but girls who can out-man me turn me way on.  She can take a punch?  Check.  She can throw one?  Check.  She can drink a liter of vodka and survive?  Checkcheckcheckcheck.


Where do you like to hangout? (so Miss Austin fans can stalk you)
Feeling low? The 04 Lounge makes a fantastic grave when you just want to drink yourself to death for a night. Doesn't hurt that watching most of the clientele makes you feel pretty good about yourself, assuming you have all your teeth and don't have to make child support payments. Sago, up in the admittedly douchey Triangle, has a badass, LONG happy hour and some of the best Mexican food in the city.  Luke’s Inside Out is a food trailer next to the Gibson on S. Lamar, and is one of the top ten restaurants in Austin, I shit you not.  Jackalope, Valhalla, Home Depot, Bed Bath and Beyond... it depends on whether or not I have the time.


Anything else we should know about you?  Fetishes? Arrest record? Bastard children? 
I have a burgeoning affinity for conspiracy theory.  I can’t stand having a shirt on.  I have a nervous tic that makes a lot of people think I’m coming off a meth binge.  Any children of mine, bastard or not, will be/already are fully capable of destroying worlds and creating universes, so unless you notice a Himmler-train being run on Earth’s ass, I’m still not yet a father.




Name: Sara Houser
Occupation: Musician with a bartending problem
Single: No. Don’t let the Star Wars and Battlestar Galactica paraphernalia fool you. I am in fact taken.
Age: 23


What is your dealbreaker?
In terms of looks, I hate it when guys wear their shorts too high. Like right up next to their belly button. It’s unflattering and makes you look disproportionate. Personality wise, if you’re sensitive to sarcasm we might as well not even try to communicate.  “Ouch! Geez, what are you on your period? Don’t take your aggression out on me.” I’m not on my period, I just happen to have a backbone and a caustic sense of humor.


What is your dealmaker?
This is such a Cosmo response but anyone that can make me laugh. I’m a big fan of laughing. Other than that, someone who can keep up with me and isn’t easily threatened.  


What do you love most about Austin?
Taco trucks. Holy dick. Best tacos ever. I also love not having to deal with shit tons of snow for 4-5 months out of the year. I moved here from Boston and Jesus Christ that place is cold. I love being able to swim and play outside for 70% of the year here. And it’s stupid cheap. I paid $11 once for a vodka tonic up in the old Bean. 11. god. damn. dollars. ...for well vodka no less. Never again.

On a serious note, I think the music scene here and in other smaller but still es tablished cities like Portland, Minneapolis, DC, and Philadelphia is going to blow the fuck up and give NYC and LA a run for their money. It’s going to take some time but I think what’s happening in Austin artistically is really cool and people are starting to realize that nationally.


Where do you like to hangout? (so Miss Austin fans can stalk you) 
I like to go to Highball to class it up a bit. Their classic cocktails are awesome and get the job done. Plus I am a sucker for karaoke. Honestly, you could put me in one of those karaoke rooms by myself with a bottle of tequila and I’d be set for days. I also appreciate a good patio so I head to the East side for that. The Liberty, Cheer Up Charlies, Rio Rita.


Anything else we should know about you?  Fetishes? Arrest record? Bastard children?
Please dear God go and listen to my music at laughingbackwards.com or check out one of our shows. Other than that, I’ve recently gotten really into roller derby. I’ve never been arrested nor do I have any tattoos which makes me feel unique in Austin but also very very boring. I probably do have 1 or 2 bastard children running around . You never know, ya know?

May 22, 2011

THIS is a great gift

Nothing says I like you more than a necklace with "Sweet tits" engraved on it. Genius, and thank you.

Add this to the dealbreaker list




Men wearing turquoise rings, and lots of them (unless you're Native American, of course).

I just had a conversation with a man and I have no idea what the hell he was talking about because I was so mesmerized by his man jewelry. I think I agreed to go over to his place later and make him dinner. Great. That's not right. You can't ask serious questions like that when I am obviously looking at your hands like I'm watching a Spanish novela, all while nodding just to be polite. The only thing I kept asking myself in my mind was why he stopped at 8 rings when he has 10 willing fingers. Why did he stop at 8? Hey Shannon, why did you stop at 8?

I think Shannon plays shows on 6th Street on "school nights."


Dealbreaker.

May 17, 2011

The New New Testament

Who doesn't love sex? We all do. It's natural, it's beautiful, it's fun and most of all, it's necessary. Most of the time we all have pleasant experiences. Although, sometimes there are the occasional "what the fuck are you doing" moments, which inevitably ends up as dinner conversation with everyone laughing about it, and you. I hate to sound so harsh, but it's true. Well, I think we (when I say we, I mean you. I know what the fuck I'm doing) might need some help in what to do and, most importantly, what not to do in the sack. I know women are complicated, but this is pretty damn easy. Men, take notes if need be, write it on your hand, whatever you need to do. Follow these rules and you might get that chick to come back to your smelly, unkept pad. Or, ladies, he might call your needy-ass for round two, you never know.

This is the book according to Miss Austin:

Do's
Come correct, for pete's sake. Take charge. Do it. What are you afraid of? I'm already naked, chances are I'll do it (This applies to so many situations other than just sex. I just blew my own mind).

Girth matters, always a Do.

Laying in bed naked, listening to records, drinking wine and sharing a cigarette.

Telling your lady she looks hot then messing everything up with a quickie.

Impromptu sex of ANY kind.

Dudes, making your bed and/or making my bed.

Chest hair. Mmmmmmm, man hair is sexy.

Going down on a woman, yes, yes and yes.

Shower fun.

If you have a small penis, think of something. Don't pretend you and I don't recognize the obvious. Put it in my ass or something. I am dying to feel something.

Do know your ladies size. Don't buy her something sexy if it's waaay to big or too small and ask her to put it on. Now she has to jam her breasts in a 3 sizes too small sexy outfit? Not sexy. Know that she's a DD not a B. (This has never happened to me)

The right mixture of a sweet southern drawl and a dirty motherfucker.



Don'ts
Massaging breasts too medically or like stress balls. Ouch, that hurts, and my reaction is to slap the shit out of you.

Saying aloud everything you are doing to me as you are doing it.

Jack rabbit humping.

Saying you are not into going down on girls but love blow jobs.  

Giggling after you come.

Bumps of any kind. Anywhere.

Using fruit or vegetables as sex toys then trying to get me to eat them.

Telling me you think you love me the first time we get naked.

Nicknames of my body parts or your body parts in babytalk. Babytalk of any kind!

Men shaving body hair of any kind. Makes me cry. Your sex appeal is now on the bathroom floor.

Saying, "You just got so much cooler" when I take my bra off.

You telling me we would make beautiful babies.

Telling me you don't wash your sheets after I've spent hours rolling around naked in them.

Weird/scary sex faces. Look in a mirror and see if you get spooked, would ya?

Trying to break that Wall of Jericho when I say no, no, no. No asshole means no asshole.

Dudes, if you need to go to that place in order to last more than 2 minutes, go there, just be discreet about it. I once had a dude tell me to be quiet because he was on the baseball field. He just muttered, "baseball, baseball, baseball" over and over again. You can only imagine my wide-eyed face of not-turned-on at that moment.

In conjunction with the above statement, don't just be concerned with YOU getting off. Not cool.

Ladies, don't lay there like a paralyzed mute, but don't be too loud like some I'm-so-good-in-the-sack-can't-you-tell-by-my-monotonous-grunts chick. Know when to put a sock in it.

Forgetting to take out your tampon then playing Dr. for real when he has to help rescue you from Toxic Shock Syndrome.

Jamming your tongue in my ear like a mean, forceful Q-tip.

Don't use a black light (see "Game Time" post).

Don't compare yourself to a celebrity or ask me what celebrity you look like.

Hit, punch, slap, kick. Nothing. You're scaring me.

Moobs. Those are never going away, my friend.

Having Garth Brooks sneak up on your iPod mid romp.

Having feet that smell like a dead animal, or slicing my stems up with your razor-like toenails. Trim those things.

Having Hulk sheets.





This is a work in progress before it gets published. Please comment on Do's and Don'ts that you have experienced. I want to laugh.

May 15, 2011

I like this bar


Have you been here? I've been a couple of times recently with friends and it is always a great time. They have a big front and back patio (always a plus), variety of food trailers, and yummy drinks. One drink in particular seems to be a crowd pleaser, it's called a Texas Sunshine and it's made with kombucha and vodka. Healthy and a buzz. Yes! Cheer up Charlie's has a great vibe, check it out y'all.


(Cheer Up Charlie's is located at 1104 E. 6th St next to East Side Showroom)

May 14, 2011

Fitness Girls

I was just at the gym and I noticed a broad on the treadmill with her hair down, a regular bra on and full on make-up. Please help me to understand. First of all, I have DD breasts, therefore having to wear TWO sports bras when running just to ensure my tits won't be a hot mess when I am 40 and so I don't look like porn in motion, so I don't get that.

Secondly, am I alone here ladies, or does wearing full on make-up at the gym sound so dirty and gross?? I immediately think of adult onset acne. Can Paula not go anywhere without make-up on, even on a Saturday morning?  C'mon, you didn't just come from work or church.

Finally, put your hair back. Your hair is stuck to your body and when you swing your head back and forth you're just dripping all over the place. I know you aren't wiping down your trail of DNA through the gym. That grosses me out. I already wash my hands compulsively because I don't want to get AIDS or some shit in that germ pool. Stop caring what you look like at the gym, Paula.

May 13, 2011

Babe of the Week!

We are doing a twist on this week's Hunk and Babe. The lucky chosen are Austinites who no longer live in Austin but are hoping to make their return very soon. (We are aiming to get both of them back here to be Miss Austin interns!)  Our Hunk lives in New York City, and our Babe in Los Angeles. East Coast vs. West Coast. Check out their bios below, who do you love??

Name:  Kamala
Occupation:  Actress
Single?  Yes
Age:  30

What is your dealbraker?
Manorexia. Oh, and once I had a dude read me the bible after sex. It was some passage about how premarital sex is a sin. I felt like Monica Bellucci in Irreversible.


What is your dealmaker?
Apple-shaped bottoms and a sardonic sense of humor.


What do you miss most about Austin?
The QUESO! And boys who open the door for you....mmmmm......chivalry!


Where do you like to hang out when you're in Austin?
Hula Hut, Emo's, Don's Depot, Guero's, and Rudy's BBQ

Anything else we should know about you? Fetishes? Arrest record? Bastard children?
I love hairy chests and strong hands. No kids that I'm aware of. I actually have a warrant in Texas for some bullshit so I'm exiled in L.A. for now. I also like to steal shit.


Hunk of the Week!


Name:  Patrick
Occupation:  Bartender
Single? Got a girl
Age:  31


What is your dealbreaker?
Is my girl gonna read this? Hrmm.. what should I write. How about the time a girl asked me to cum on her pentagram tattoo as she screamed effin murder during sex? Yeah, that wasn’t too awesome. I guess right off the bat I’d have to say that my biggest dealbreaker is someone who’s always annoyed. I got jiggy with this blonde chick I had been fantasizing over for a long time, and all she wanted to do was complain about how everything was annoying and walk her 14 year old dog that hated me and everything that came close to her. We took that dog out for a walk, and after the 20tth “that’s annoying” statement I finally asked her what she did like… her answer was “I like you!” Wrong statement honey, you don’t look that good naked.
Then there was the woman who slammed two wedges of lemons into my eyes after I hit on her.. again. Lemons in the eyes suck, dealbreaker. Oh and if you have a boyfriend but take it up the butt so he doesn’t get diseases (cause he doesn’t get to go there, as in “in the butt”), dealbreaker. But I’ve never met a woman like that only heard about them…. I only date proper ladies.


What is your dealmaker?
So I was done with the northeast at all ends, and sobered up. No booze, just work, draw, work out, repeat. I had stayed away from chicks for months, cause I wanted to just get out of NYC, and didn’t want to get stuck here. Then she walked in.. her dimples were friggin crazy, and when she sat down she asked if the basketball game was on, ordered 20 wings hot, jalapeno poppers, and asked what wheat beers I had in a bottle. Dealmaker. Instant. Love. I haven’t looked back since… she keeps getting better. Sure we may have to hit the gym a little harder than before when we hang out.. but who cares?! Friggin wings, sports and beer!


What do you miss most about Austin?
Besides the obvious friends and family and my dog?
Torchy’s. Torchy’s. Torchy’s. Bike ridin, followed by Barton Springs, followed by margaritas, followed by Torchy’s, followed by live music. Seriously, Austin you’re the best damn city in the world and I love you. Did I mention Torchy’s? Most of all I miss the bbq’s and patio parties. I grew up on the South Side where we have patios, and bbq’s occur… and usually live music, and a bonfire. North Austin can suck it.


Where do you like to hangout when you’re in Austin?
Donn’s Depot, Polvo’s, Continental Club, South Side Tattoo, The Liberty, Side Bar, Casino and Jackalope, Expose and Palazio. Sam’s backyard.


Anything else we should know about you? Fetishes? Arrest record? Bastard children?Probably got a lot of children.. but they’re bastards to me too as far as I know cause ain’t one showed up yet on my door. My buddy has a freak fetish for elbow skin, but that’s too weird for me. I’ve been arrested a few times. Those days suck. I like chicks, hot ones… T&A.

May 11, 2011

Game Time!

Ladies, this is for you. Sorry, dudes.

Pick the intimate that is the closest to what you normally would wear. I am going to match the lingerie with the song I believe best describes you. Please let me know if I am right on the money. (Be sure you pick before you scroll down, there are only 4. Don't be lame and cheat).


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1.  Oh, this is all a game. Underneath those mom panties is a hot little body waiting for the right person to test it on. You love an ice cold Miller High Life, rolling your own cigarettes and listening to music on anything but a CD player. You hate television and love fucking. You're an obvious blast to hang out with. Dudes flock to you even with your mom panties because you are that rad. This is your song:




2.  No surprises here. You take care of your feet, knees, and vagina. You always have the perfect fitting underwear and enough to sustain you for two weeks without doing laundry. You like your men to be quiet, caring, and clean. You have never had sex in the kitchen or in the shower, only in bed. Your dog is allowed to sleep in bed with you but only after a bath and a blow dry. This is your song:




3.  This white girl, black light, fish net, sexy outfit confuses me like this Ludacris song. He kind of sounds retarded in the beginning. I think a gal that puts this on might have a tough time keeping a dude simply because of how weird she looks under a black light with her white eyeballs and big white teeth pressing up against him. And, how exhausting it must be to plan your seduction routine around a black light. Where's the outlet? Do I need to go to Spencer's to get a new bulb? (Wait, did I just date myself? Are Spencer's even around anymore? Shit.) This is your song:





4.  You're so transparent. You're fucked. You want us to think that you are a frumpy, I don't care about sex or being sexy, "this is who I am", love me or leave me kind of chick but I think you are the worst kind of hipster out there. I know you look at yourself in the mirror and say, "Well, if he doesn't accept me for me, then I will find someone who will." No, you won't. You will die alone with your other just-like-you roommate if you don't change your panties. This is your song:



Whomever put the stills together for this video, is a 13-year old genius.

May 8, 2011

Vince Young is lazy


I realize I might get skinned for talking shit about UT's beloved Vince Young, but why would you name your restaurant Vince Young Steakhouse? I get it, I get it, you're a king in Austin, everyone loves you because you took them to the promised land which is your angle to get people to come in. The funny thing is I don't believe I have ever heard anyone say, "You know what I want for dinner? I want a delicious steak. Let's go to Vince Young Steakhouse." No. That sounds ridiculous. He phoned that shit in from Tennessee. He's lazy.

Based on local celebrities or celebrity sightings I've had here in Austin, let us all place our bets on which restaurant will be in that spot this time next year...


Justin's Long Weiner
Quita Culpepper Pies
Pee-Wee's Big Noodle House
Luke Wilson Subs n Stuff
Sam Rockwell Salad Buffet
Robert Rodriguez Sangwiches
Lloyd Doggett House o Queso


My stomach growled for everything but Justin's Long Weiner.


Just plain lazy. Has anyone out there craved Vince Young Steakhouse?? Please comment below if you have, I want to pick your brain.

The source of the coconut


Who's that little brown girl surrounded by all them cute whities?
My mom put me on the wrong team! I asked her why she didn't drive me that quick hour to the south side of San Antonio every day to play with all the other brownies. Maybe then I would speak proper Spanish, not this choppy version of Spanglish that always seems to get me lost or in trouble. She laughed at me then said something in Spanish that I couldn't understand.

Viva la dama de coco!

My first confrontation!


Not on Mother's Day! While I was getting coffee this morning, I saw this dude fighting with his mom. Of course, I grab my camera and snap a photo. Well, Mommy Dearest shot a death stare at me and said, "Can I help you? Who are you and why are you taking my photo?" One thing you all should know about me is that I have a special gift of gab.  The heavens above granted me with quick-I-don't-give-a-shit-wit (which will inevitably be my downfall.) So I say, "Yes, I am taking your photo. I work for The Statesman and we're doing a special feature on wayward moms on Mother's Day. Look for it in tomorrow's Life & Style section. Happy Mother's Day to you, ma'am." Before I even finished saying ma'am, I was out of there. I might have a loud mouth but I do have enough sense to run, I don't want to have scolding hot coffee thrown in my face. I'm no dummy. Well, maybe I am a dummy because I left my untouched coffee I had just purchased because I was too concerned with finding my car keys. Damnit.


May 4, 2011

Happy Cinco de Mayo! Let's Drink!

Apparently Miss Austin has crossed the pond, we're global! We have had some hits in South Korea, Germany, Spain, Brazil, and the UK! Love it! To honor our new friends, I decided to send them a message:


Korea:
안녕 한국! 독립 기념일 축하합니다! 오늘 마가리타 마시 뜨거운 tamale 함께 만들 어라!

Germany:
Hallo Deutschland! Glücklich Cinco de Mayo! Margarita trinken heute und machen mit einem Hot Tamale!

Spain:
Hola España! Feliz Cinco de Mayo! Beber una margarita de hoy y que con un tamal caliente!

Brazil:
Olá! Brasil! Cinco feliz de Mayo! Beba um margarita hoje e faça-o para fora com um tamale quente!

In case you don't speak Korean, German, Spanish, or Portuguese, I said...
Hello! Happy Cinco de Mayo! Drink a margarita today and make out with a hot tamale!

That's my plan today.


P.S. Bummed tamale doesn't translate in Korean.

May 3, 2011

Rump!

Some people say you can tell a lot about a person by looking into their eyes. I disagree.  If you want to know exactly what you're getting yourself into, take a long, hard look at their ass. I believe a person's rump tells a pretty entertaining and accurate story. It's a window to their personality, interests, hygiene, eating habits, sexual stamina, even musical preference. Everything. Sometimes I think asses should have a shelf on their door like at the doctor's office because some asses are like having their chart right out there for you to see. The fact is you can save so much time and energy by just doing a awkward walk around and quick peek. (Ted Nugent's "Paralyzed" starts blaring from the speakers above when you look at my ass, true story).

See if you see what I see when I observed these asses...
Shouldn't gay coke and dancing all night at Oil Can Harry's make you waifish and less indolent? Also, he smells like an  ashtray filled with 50 old cigarette butts sitting on the bar at The Horseshoe Lounge. I just threw up a little.


"Uhh, 'scuse me, uhhh, can you, uhhhh, 'scuse uhhhhh.....can you, uhhhh.....lick my balls?" **


 I haven't paid full price for groceries or cat food in 20+ years.


"Ummmmm, is that a flip phone indention in your jeans??! Eww."


I like her. Her ass says, "yeah, look at my shit. That's right, you know you like it. I'm puttin' it out there because I look fuckin' good goin to lunch n shit." I want to hang with her ass.


I'm going to start writing my number on my ass in chocolate then let my dog lick it off. I think that will say a lot about me along with Ted Nugent.


**This is a Chris Rock joke.

May 1, 2011

Serious Note

Yay 'Merica!!

Good vibes and thoughts going out for all military men and women. My cousin, a black hawk pilot and Austinite, leaves Wednesday to go to Iraq. Support. Love. Safety.