When I came downstairs this morning, I found a single brown bead on the kitchen table. I didn’t make anything of it at the time… but, now, as I sit here in my office, watching reruns of the Today Show, I’m not so sure.
[And, yes, I typically spend my weekends catching up on the Today Show…. What of it?]
So, now, based upon what I’m reading, I guess I have 24 hours to respond by laying prostrate before my mate… Is that right?
And what happens if I don’t respond? Do I get beaten? Or, is there an option where I can buy my way out for cash?
And I don’t even have a white bone china Beadcatcher bowl. I wonder if I can use Tupperware. Does anyone know the proper protocol? And, I’d also like to know if I can redeem my beads for gifts, like Camel Bucks.
How do I even know that this was from my wife. Couldn’t it be from anyone? How do I know that the guy who came over yesterday to power rod out our drain didn’t leave it for me?
For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about, here’s the Today Show video I linked to above:
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I like the woman in the video who says, the bead system is an easy way to bring up sex with one’s partner “without having to communicate.”
I suspect it’s probably apparent to most of you, but we live in the most fucking stupid country on the face of the planet.
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Okay I followed the link and read this bullshit line–something about “men have to have sex to feel close and women have to feel close to their husband in order to have sex with him.” Good Lord, do other women really think like this!?! Is that why I have a hard time making girlfriends?!?!
I also don’t like how they use the phrase “offered her husband sex”…that just sounds…skeevy somehow. Like should I prance into my still-sleeping (yes, it’s almost noon) husband and offer myself up? Rather than the usual “put my hand on the junk” approach? What?
Not to be confused with my “Bitch, Make Me a Sandwich” pebbles.
When I need some some intimacy from my girlfriend, I throw a beer can in her direction. I don’t waste precious words, and she knows that the dance of seduction has begun. And, if she wants to redeem the can for ¢10, I’m OK with that.
Fuck, I’m going to make a fortune.
What did you take that terrible picture with?
My wife knows what I want when I leave my photo of Ayn Rand face up on my nightstand.
So did you fuck the plumber, Mark?
This is what humanity disintegrating looks like.
When people don’t even have within them the love for the one with whom they’ve chosen to spend their lives, they have truly lost the most important component of being human.
Performing bizarre rituals will not undo the damage done by experiences which emotionally cripple so many leaving them without that capacity to love and express genuinely.
Loving genuinely and sincerely is the greatest act of defiance anyone could undertake in this life, and there is nothing else in life which is so deeply rewarding.
The plumber fucks everyone.
I wonder if Ayn Rand-themed sex toys would sell well in Republican circles. I know that, somewhere, there must be Republicans just dying to put something called The Fountainhead up their asses.
If you want to do it to your wife, though, you need two beads.
Edward – the best selling Republican sex toy – hands down – is Ronald Reagan’s skull. The technique called the ‘Gipper’ is where two homophobic dudes fuck the eye holes at the same time.
So what happens when the husband keeps putting beads in and the wife never responds? I gotta be missing something here. Holy crap, this is stupid.
Okay, I just read the “covenant” for the bead bullshit. Are you fucking kidding me? http://www.fortybeads.com/pdf/pre_beading_covenant.pdf
He drops in the bead and I’m supposed to “redeem” it within 24 hours, uh, just because. Yeeeah. Tell me how this is supposed to make me want to have sex with my partner, if I’m not feeling it. Fuck the bead, throw in a benjamin. If I’m whoring myself to my husband, it ain’t gonna be for a bead.
Well, really if you are whoring yourself to your husband, you probably have the checkbook anyway. So, theoretically the bead is just a little token. A whorey wife can always get her hands on the money. That is not the point.
The point is that husbands and wives just want to get fucked without all that silly foreplay shit, and talk about how things are at the office, and “have you read any good books lately” and all that bullshit you might read in Cosmo or whatever. A woman just wants a good ride every now and then, you know.
Just joking. It is stupid.
So did you get rodded out by the plumber?
I highly endorse LOTP’s method, just put your hand on his junk. If he removes your hand, assume no pony ride tonight. Vice versa. Or, as I like to say, use your words. “Wanna fuck?”, “No?”, “Are you sure?” “Okay.” Wow, that was tough.
Clearly, Jules and I should have been friends since birth :)
I use whiskey and blankets coated in spermicidal lubricant. You should see all the beaver pelts I get with that stuff…
What do you pelt the beaver with, Billy?
This just makes me glad that I’m not married.
I am so going to mail you a bead, Mr. Skinner.
Instead of sending out beads willy nilly to people who may not appreciate them, why not list them on eBay? Then everyone’s a winner? Eh?!
If you honor one part of God’s law, honor God in HIS FULLNESS and you may yet be saved!
Somehow, Mark, I don’t think that will change my opinion.
What if it’s a really large bead, though?
There is actually a historic precedent for this. We gave the native Americans lots and lots of beads for the island of Manhattan, and we’ve been fucking them unmercifully ever since.
Grab your ankles and think of Reagan.
The cool thing is, after you earn your bead, you get to pass it on to someone else. In some communities, you can even redeem them for prepared meals and various services. Prostitutes, from what I can tell, though, hate accepting them.
You have an hour to get to Hasan’s bedroom.
You have to ask, “Now what?”
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