Showing posts with label indecision. Show all posts
Showing posts with label indecision. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

I Just Can't Make Up My Mind Whether or Not to Do a Sex Tape

Say Hello to My Co-Stars

I just can't make up my mind whether or not to do a Sex Tape.

I've thought about it and thought about it, but I just haven't been able to decide. Both Tina and Jocelyn have been bugging me about it for weeks now, but I'm still not sure.

True, the sex among the three of us is nothing less than epic, and I guess it might be cool to demonstrate how a man my age can fully satisfy two smokin' hot twenty somethings. But are there really that many people around who would want to sit down and watch a full length video depicting an incessant swirl of sensual young female bodies writhing and convulsing in paroxysms of joy while having every conceivable part of themselves pleasured? 

By me.

I dunno.

So I asked my Uncle Ned and Aunt Phyllis for some advice; they've never steered me wrong.  Uncle Ned helped me pick out my first two wheeler and even built my car for the Pinewood Derby, and Auntie was always there for me when I was being bullied in Junior High School.   

Well, Uncle Ned was less than enamored of the idea of the sex tape because he felt if I later turned pro a relatively primitive sex video could be damaging to my career. Aunt Phyllis, however, was very enthusiastic about the concept and couldn't wait to tell all her friends at the Rose and Hydrangea Society. She's Past President of the local chapter, you know.

My co-workers were rather evenly split between those who thought the tape might prove a valuable sexual technique training tool and those who felt making it would require time and effort better spent on other activities.  My boss pointed out that if I were looking to broaden my interests or make new friends it would be more productive to take night school classes or do some volunteer work rather than to have repeated steaming hot sex with two bosomy young women.

Food for thought.

Yesterday I asked my rabbi if she believed the sex tape would be good for the Jews.  She said that no doubt it would, but she also asked if the two girls were Jewish, and I had to tell her that Tina was a Unitarian.  After some reflection the Rabbi said that if Tina would commit to some measure of Jewish education, she would yet wholeheartedly endorse the video.   I'm sure that will be no problem.
Ha, if I know Rabbi Debbie, Tina will be a real Yeshiva Bocher even before our next three-way!

But I'm still not certain. Call me old-fashioned, but for me a proper sex tape ought to feature at least one "C" List celebrity, orgasms in multiple languages, and no shortage of threshing equipment.  We are deficient in two out of the three essential categories.

Do you guys have any thoughts on this?  Would you want to watch two gorgeous girls with huge breasts in the throes of heated sexual passion for hours on end, or would you rather go to the Mall? What if we recruit David Hasselhoff to join us?
Or do you think he's less than a "C- Lister" anymore? 

Help me, folks!


Decisions, Decisions.

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Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Rosencrantz & Guildenstern & Block are Dead


To Be or Not To Be.  
I should only get a question like that on the final!


Hamlet: To be, or not ....

Perry:  Sorry, sorry!  Sorry I'm late!  I was up late last night watching Shameless.

Hamlet: Perry?  Perry Block?   Art thou thou?

Perry: Yes, Hamlet, I art art.

Hamlet:  No, I mean what are thou doing in this play altogether? Last time I checked thou wast a third rate humor writer in Philadelphia.  I wouldst have said fourth rate but I believe the scale tops out at three.

Perry:  Aye, Hamlet, at three.  This play is like Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead, Hamlet, in which relatively minor characters in Hamlet are given enhanced roles. 

Hamlet:  Well, thou certainly art a minor character!  Ready to commence, Perry?

Perry: Despite thy cheap shot, aye, Hamlet, I'm ready.

Hamlet: To be, or not to be: that is the question. 

Perry: And you've got a 50% chance of getting it right too!

Hamlet:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer 
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, 
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, 
And by opposing end them? 

Perry:  Slings and arrows? Take arms? Are we talking a gladiator flick here? You got Netflix in the castle? 

Hamlet: To die: to sleep 
No more; and by a sleep to say we end 
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks  
That flesh is heir to.

Perry:  A thousand natural shocks to the flesh?  That's how you get to sleep? Why don't you try Lunesta?

HamletTo sleep, perchance to dream!

Perry: To stay up, perchance to snack!

Hamlet:  Ay, there's the rub!

Perry: Well, doesn't it kind of depend who's doing the rubbing?

Hamlet: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come 
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, 

Perry: Now wait a minute!  I'll shuffle off to Buffalo, but shuffling off this mortal coil is a bit more shuffling than I've got in mind!

Hamlet:  Perry, you're not helping! 

Perry:  It's not my fault!  My part's poorly written.

Hamlet: What's your function in this play anyway?

Perry:  I'm here to help you make up your mind whether to kill your uncle or take your inheritance and go off to found Ft. Lauderdale. 

Hamlet:  OMG, you teaching decisiveness is like Donald Trump giving a seminar in humility!

Perry:  Another cheap shot, Sweet Prince!  Although highly accurate. Okay, let's go to Act I, Scene II. 

Hamlet: Oh that this too solid flesh would melt.
              Thaw and resolve itself into a dew.

Perry:  Melting flesh?  Like in Raiders of the Lost Ark when that Nazi's face melts in the final scene?  Awesome!

Hamlet: No, no, no!  My mother married my uncle one month after my father was killed. And my father was so excellent a king, compared to my uncle he was like Hyperion to a satyr.

Perry: A Seder?  Hey, are you guys Jewish in Denmark?

Hamlet: And yet, within a month!

Perry: Actually it wasn't just any month.  It was February to boot.

Hamlet:  Let me not think on't.  Frailty, thy name is woman!

Perry: Hamlet, watch the sexism!  And take down that confederate flag!

Hamlet:  O, God!  A beast that wants discourse of reason
              Would have mourn'd longer!

Perry:   Oh, l  wouldn't call your mom a beast, Hamlet.  She's at least a 7. Okay, maybe a 5.

Hamlet: Married with my uncle,
              My father's brother, but no more like my father
              Than I to Hercules!

Perry:  Actually he was probably a good bit more like your father than you are to Hercules, it being you couldn't bench press Jared Leto!

Hamlet: She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
             With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

Perry:  Incestuous sheets?  Really?   You ... uh ... wouldn't happen to have any videos, would you?

Hamlet:  Perry!  You're still not helping!

Perry: Okay, Hamlet, here's an idea.  Stage a play and throw in a few scenes that show what your uncle did to your dad. See if that upsets the usurper.

Hamlet:  I like that idea! "Upsets the usurper" --- cool!  

Perry:  No charge man.

Hamlet:  The play's the thing in which I'll catch the conscience of the king! We'll probably open off-Broadway. 

Perry:  What play you going to put on, Hamlet?

Hamlet:  I'm thinking Book of Mormon.

Perry: Hamlet?

Hamlet:  Yes?

Perry: Try some Shakespeare.

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