Showing posts with label VERSUS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label VERSUS. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

VERSUS! Kissing Drunks or Smokers

We return for another spine-tingling edition of VERSUS!

Today we match up two types of people in head to head MORTAAAALLLL COMBAAATTT. Actually, to be more specific, we match up two types of people in a particular situation, and that is:

Kissing a Smoker versus kissing Someone who’s Drunk.









Having been kissed by both types of people (both male and female) in my lifetime and having kissed people while being drunk and after having smoked, I am an expert. So here goes.

-THE SURFACE-
THE SMOKER-
There are a few types of smokers. There’s the Social Smoker. The Social Smoker only smokes in social situations, which means they are constantly bumming cigarettes off actual smokers because they constantly find themselves in social situations.

Then there’s the Steady Smoker. The only real difference between the Steady Smoker and the Social Smoker is the Steady admits they smoke semi-regularly and buys their own cigs. Steady Smokers are your “I smoke when I drink” and “I smoke during a good conversation” and “I smoke on my smoke break” smokers.

Lastly, there’s the Human Chimney. And the Human Chimney is always smoking or thinking of a way to smoke. These guys will smoke half a cigarette walking from their car into work and smoke the rest later. They’re dedicated to finding the time to smoke.

THE DRUNK-
There are also a few types of drunks, particularly those who will try to smooch you up. There’s the Light Weight. The Light Weight is buzzed off wine coolers or a Mojito and is usually pretty lovey because they don’t drink very often. These people are looking for an excuse to work outside the box (their normal comfort zone) and if there’s a person they’re wanting to smooch up or saying something personal to, they’ll drink just enough to sneak that thought passed mental security and entrap you with their innermost thoughts.

The Social Drinker. Like the Social Smoker, this person only drinks around others and also like the Smoker, they are always looking for an excuse to be around others. This person is also likely to lay a smooch on you because, you know, they’re celebrating something. I dunno, whatever the group is celebrating.

Lastly, there’s the Shit-faced drunk and this category is divided into two sub-categories. There’s the Happy Shit-Faced person and the Unhappy Shit-faced person. Happy Shit-Face loves you, has always loved you, and would like to express this opinion with a kiss on the cheek or hand and before the night is through will attempt to work their way to your mouth. Unhappy Shit-Face is upset about something (a break up, a loss of job, etc) and will also go for the smooch in a more pathetic, “My mouth aim is off but I’m trying to touch our mouths together” kind of way. This person needs some love at that moment and, should they remember their pathetic attempts to get kissed the next day, will hide from you in shame for a period.

-WHO WOULD WIN IN A FIGHT-
Well, they aren’t really fighting. To clear up the argument though, drunks never win fights. Never. Not even against other drunks. It’s a stalemate.

But head to head, as far as smooching one of them, it goes like this.

TASTE-
Smokers taste like smoke. It’s that simple. I know they try to chew gum and eat Altoids but it doesn’t stop the fact that they taste like smoke. Meat eaters taste like meat. Drunks taste like sweet, sweet alcohol. If someone has a habit that you don’t do and your nose/taste buds aren’t adjusted to, you can tell it. Of the two of them, smokers taste the worst, especially if you’re engaging in some major tonsil hockey. A closed mouth smoker can keep some of the guys on the bench but when they open their mouth it’s a smoky slobber knocker. Alcohol breath isn’t the best of breath but generally it’s sweet.
EDGE: Drunks.

TECHNIQUE-
Drunks of varying degrees have lost motor skills. It’s a fact, no matter what you think. The Shit-Faced drunk is barely aware of what their hands are doing, much less their face. This can lead to having your nose licked or their tongue accidently being stuck in your nostrils. And drunks think most anything involving their face feels good. That’s why they blow bubbles with their mouth and vibrate their lips. Why? Because it feels good. It feels good if you’re drunk, but this lapse in judgment is what leads to people having their lips helicoptered by someone’s tongue. Smokers have their motor skills and they’re still in control of their sanity.
EDGE: Smoker.

KISS SIGNIFICANCE-
No smoker ever woke up and was like, ‘Oh my God, I smoked so many cigarettes last night, what did I do?’ Nobody has ever tried to make out with their best friend from smoking Marlboros. Nobody has had a gay experience from a Virginia Slim (although, if you’re smoking Virginia Slims, you probably are gay and no amount of cigarettes or alcohol will change that fact). However, most “I can’t believe I did that” moments have alcohol in the equation somewhere. Kissing a drunk may mean nothing or it may mean everything to the drunk person. Maybe it’s because you were available or maybe it’s because they’ve always loved you and always will. However, smokers are pretty serious folk. They KNOW their breath smells terrible and that the chance for rejection is higher, but they’ll risk it and not have any excuse afterwards. They’re jumping out of the airplane and there may be a hole in their ‘shute. A smoker kisses like they mean it.
EDGE: Smoker

Conclusion:
It’s probably better overall to kiss a smoker. Who would you rather ride home with? A smoker. They’re only killing you gradually instead of one big blaze of glory like a drunk. Who takes ‘no’ for an answer? Probably the smoker. Unless he or she is a date rapist. But that’s not cigarette’s fault. They were fucked up before they ever puffed. Kiss a smoker, hug a drunk, don’t ride home with a weird-o. Rules to live by.

THE HYBRID
Oh the smoking drunk. To be honest, smoking and drinking go hand-in-hand. A few drinks turns the Social Smoker into a Human Chimney pretty quickly. And with this Hybrid, they usually have imbibed enough to where they don’t care how their breath smells. Very rarely will you find a smoker in a social situation (bar) who hasn’t got a drink. This person is dangerous. I repeat: DANGEROUS. To themselves and others. A drunk-smoker is usually very confident in themselves and their opinions, absorbing the coolness from having a cigarette in their hand and the lack of social filters from the alcohol. If they want a smooch, they’re going for it and if it doesn’t go according to plan, they’ll probably follow it up with “What’s your problem?” if they’re an angry drunk or uncontrollable sobbing if they’re an unhappy drunk. If someone is getting dragged away from the bar, they’re probably a Hybrid.

(PS Much obliged to my lovely models Eve and Will and Elizabeth for lending me their likenesses. If any of them ever try to kiss you, do me a favor and let them.)

Friday, September 19, 2008

VERSUS!!!!

Here’s a little column I like to call Versus, where I take two similar things and lock them in MORTALLLL CCOMMMMBBAAATTTT!

There is no mercy in these battles to the finish. To prove this point, I’ll start by pitting two of my favorite things against each other: me versus me. That’s right, it’s my 2004 headshot versus my 2008 headshot and it’s a heads-up battle between good and evil…or good and good 4 years ago. Maybe it’s just a battle of time itself! Yes! A battle ripping the very fabric of time and the fabric of cotton. Permanent press cotton!

The Surface:
Well, on the surface, the differences are obvious. In 2004, we didn’t have color yet. It wasn’t invented. Baseball games were played in super fast motion and fatty Arbuckle was the king of comedy. The days of yester-year. In 2008, Technicolor reigns. Yes, rain is now in Technicolor, as is everything, as am I. Unfortunately, with this addition of ‘color’, I have become gray and aged, taxed to the max by the coloration process. Also, I wear a coat now. The coloring of the Earth has created another Ice Age, and I am forced to wear a jacket now, a red corduroy jacket to be precise.

As far as what has not changed, well I still hold my hands in front of myself, forming a finger cage around my genitals. It protected my privates in 2004 and it still works today. If I’m out on the street looking contemplative, you know I’ll be forming my finger cage.

Who would Win in a fight?:
AGE: 2004 Me
-Well for obvious reasons, I was 4 years younger so of course 2004 Me would have the advantage. There’s no way I’ve become younger in the last 4 years. Sheesh what a stupid question.

STRENGTH: 2008 Me
-Definitely stronger than I was then. I weigh about 20 pounds more now with 10 pounds of it being exercise strength and 10 of it being combo meal #1 at Krystals and Dr Pepper. Oh, in 2004 I was doing a show where I wanted to be smaller so I probably would have been drained.

SKILL: 2008 Me
-I went through a period of wrestling a lot in 2007, so yeah, I’d totally take 2004 Me with a StoneCold Stunner, yo!!

OPTIMISM: 2004 Me
-2004, I was hitting on all cylinders. Things were really taking off. Little did I know that 2008 would be a dandy kick in the balls. 2007 was no bowl of peaches either. But in 2004, I was hitting my stride.

Financial: 2008 Me
-Oh that’s me allright, but that’s because I’m working a lot more. Good grief, I work a lot. But I have a house now. And two more dogs. Now that's living. And my old dog has to eat special food now. You think I could have afforded that special food in 2004? No way, Jose Conseco.

THE RESULT:
If it’s a battle of strength, it’s 2008 Me, but if 2004 Me zeroed in on 2008’s exhausted/fragile mental state, I think he’d win by TKO as 2008 me would start crying from watching Ric Flair’s retirement speech.

IF THEY MET:
Warnings 2008 Me would give 2004 Me:
-You’re going to lose your job in 2007. It’s a shitty job, but you’ll lose it nonetheless so start planning for that so you can go out on your own terms. Of course the severance will be nice but the subsequent panic after the severance will turn your once bouncy and luxurious brown hair thinner and greyer.

-Don’t collide with Logan at wrestling practice. It’ll give you scar tissue over that eye and just plain suck in the middle of you losing your job.

-Don’t expect Deadwood to end in a way that you’ll be happy with. Enjoy the ride but skip the ending.

-P Diddy’s Vote or Die campaign will have absolutely no bearing on the election.


Things 2004 Me would say if he saw 2008 Me:
-Lay off the fast food, huh? That jacket isn’t hiding the fact that you’ve chubbed up, beardy. Bytheway, you’re kind of starting to look like the dad from Family Ties. Is that what you’re ‘going for’?

-Wow, our hair just keeps getting shorter and shorter, huh? I don’t need a fortune teller to see where this is going.

-Do the Star Wars movies ever get any better? ….oh.
A cartoon spin-off?! That sounds awesome!...oh.


See? Pretty brutal.