Paternity, Bloody Hands and Optimus Prime | Mental Poo

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Paternity, Bloody Hands and Optimus Prime

It's over. over.


..which, I guess...was the point in the first place.

Before I start on my "Post Traumatic Christmas Syndrome" rant, I need to mention a car that I saw on the ride to work today:

It was a box truck.

(on a side note, if I was a pimp running a prostitution ring, I wouldn't ride in a Caddy...Nooooo....I'd have this big white truck with the words "The Box Truck" painted on the side..and pimp my ho's right out the back of it)

My GOD...I'm f*cking BRILLIANT. I need to start writing these things down.

..okay..back to the truck...

The truck had it's logo and phone number on the back.

Here's what it said:



I kept picturing some poor five-year old kid spelling out the number as he dialed the phone...

"..if I could just ID my dad..."

I think I died a little inside today.

Then I thought of combining Boston Paternity with my Box Truck Mobile Whore company for simple, accessible, one-stop shopping.


Sometimes I amaze even myself.


Onto Christmas...

Well...Santa didn't listen to me.

I sit here typing this with crippled, chapped and bloodied hands...

...remnants of the epic battle between good (me) and evil (toy packaging) that took place yesterday.

I hate China on so many levels it's not even funny.

My wife and I tried to avoid this by getting the kids only board games and - the super bonus - an air hockey table.

No wires!!

No jagged, razor-sharp, plastic shrapnel!!

Then came the relatives...

...with boxes of useless things that will hit the yard-sale in the Spring.

...and the massacre of the hands began.

Wires and plastic.


We need to bomb China.

Best Gift:

There's a tossup here for best gift that the kids got.

1) Air Hockey Table
2) Optimus Prime Voice Changing Helmet

I played with both equally.

The air hockey table: fun.

The helmet: AWESOME fun.

I wore my son's Optimus Prime helmet for most of the morning.

My wife told me no less than FOUR TIMES to give it back to it was HIS toy.



Santa would be ashamed of you not sharing.

...but if the wife and I ever get into role-playing, I'm SO wearing that thing.

She can be Sam Witwicky. you can literally cut the sexual tension in the movie between Optimus and Sam with a knife.

...or maybe that's just the gay porn version I saw.


I'm still wearing the mask, honey.

Prepare for it.

Trying to Outsmart the Older Sister:
My daughter is 7.

This means she's right on the cusp on not believing in Santa...

...which is fairly depressing...

...because we really, really enjoy lying to her.

Actually, we can see her starting to put the pieces together...and the answers are getting harder and harder to make up:

Daughter: "How can Santa come in our house if the chimney leads to the furnace?"

My wife:
"Well..we leave him this key."

(My wife then produces the "Santa Key" and tells her we leave it outside so he can come in)

My daughter looks at this key.

The key, although neat, appears to be able to only unlock the jail cells you see in "Pirates of the Carribean."

Daughter: " does it fit?"

My wife: "GO TO YOUR ROOM!"

I have no idea how my wife explained it.

Whatever - we got one more year out of it.

However, we also made the mistake of "Tracking Santa" using Google Earth.

This is fine, when your kids are young and believe that the world is roughly the size of Rhode Island.


...when your 7 year-old gets a World Globe, and can now actually SEE that Santa has spent roughly 20 seconds in Chile and has now jumped to Iceland...where he spends another 20 seconds before jumping to South Africa...


THAT'S a little tougher to explain.

Daughter: "How does he go so fast? He delivered ALL of the presents to ALL of the children THAT FAST?!?"


Good question.

Wife: "GO TO YOUR ROOM!!!"


I don't know how they're actually tracking Santa, but I sure as sh*t ain't putting one of those tracking devices in my Box Truck "Mobile Ho and DNA Testing Rig".

...that's just asking for trouble.


Anonymous said...

I assume to strum up business for that box truck thing of yours you wear that helmet correct?

Maybe you should consider regifting.Just be careful not to give it to someone who gave it to you the first go around.

Let me know when you have your yard sale...

I have been looking for a blood stained Bratz doll.

Forrest Proper said...

I'd stay quiet about the Ho! Ho1 Ho! truck- you know that once Wal*Mart gets hold of the idea you're done for, because they'll be importing cheap Chinese Ho's and selling them for $1.69 each.

Malach the Merciless said...

It's very simple. Magic, just like Jesus.

Rahul said...

In vegas they have that truck that advertises strippers on the side. I'm not sure is strippers are actually in the truck, but that would be awesome.

linda said...

What would you need a truck for to id your dad? Wouldn't just a cotton bud for a mouth swab do?

Oh, I love that helmet. It would make a good bike helmet.

Anonymous said...

Now let me get this and your six year old son are fighting over the helmet...and with Mom on his side he is winning..You really wanted a box of ho's for Christmas..and dear old Santa gave you a bloody brat..
poor you...better luck next year..
sounds like you will have some fun stuff at that yard sale...

Anonymous said...

Yes you are F*cking Brilliant.

Im glad you WRITE these down for our enjoyment!

Sara Sue said...

"Because we really, really enjoy lying to her" BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Hope your hands heal soon and you guys all had a great time!

Hungry Mother said...

My boy couldn't wrestle his toys from me until he was 16.

Does the "box truck" do deliveries to campgrounds?

The Super Bongo said...

cookie bitch is right . . . you are awesome!

Moooooog35 said...

I noticed last night that the Optimus helmet was hidden away.


Ruin my fun.

Kids suck sometimes.

prin said...

Santa goes so fast because he's in a different time dimension than we are. Tsk. Duhhh.


A Girl, A Boy, and Me said...

Laughing and slightly turned on by the idea of role playing with a man in a mask.

Jeannette E. Spaghetti said...

Throughout Missouri there are these billboards with a picture of a cute baby and above it giant letters, "Who's My Daddy?"

They must get tons of business because one sign in particular has been up for years. (It's along I-55 North, near Imperial, MO.)

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