K W Schroeder's Articles

3 total in October 2007
  • Sure, it's all well and good to laugh about honking the rubber chicken, but are you really sure you know what you're laughing about? How can you know for certain that what makes you chuckle about masturbating isn't going to lead to some poor chump's suicide later that day?




    Some subjects are just too sensitive to be readily laughed at. Abortion, suicide, rape, child pornography- these are widely accepted as fair game for whatever Wildean quips you have at your disposal. However, only the most heartless of assholes would ridicule one of Man's most beloved pastimes.



    Masturbation isn't all butterflies and rainbows. Unlike genocide and abuse of the elderly, there is a dark side to it. How many of you out there know the real truth about self-love? To avoid an unpleasant altercation with a man who takes his jerking off seriously, here are five things that really are not funny about masturbation.




    ·Chafing. For a man who may have gone a little too Bobby Brown with his John Thomas, there is nothing worse than waking up covered in cocoa butter, feathers, and someone else’s vomit, only to discover a painful scab on his penis. Not only is it excruciating, it's unsightly. What guy wants to walk around with a thumbnail-shaped bleeding wound on his dick?




    And, on the off chance he can convince a person of the opposite sex to willingly get near his member, it's not exactly the easiest thing to explain. "No, it's not herpes. It's… My dog… No, I mean, well…" Realistically, what can he say? He beat himself so hard he actually broke the skin on his Johnson?




    ·Where to Aim. While this may seem like an odd problem, if you think about it, you'll understand. It's not called "cleaning the pipes" because it sounds funny; there's actually a reason. Preparation beforehand is often the key to a successful session, but even then, it's inconvenient at best. Like real sex with a real woman, slapping the cold cuts requires a certain mood.




    And, like real sex with a real woman, hunting around for certain necessary implements (roommate’s shirt, towels, a spatula) is a sure-fire way to kill that mood. You can't just pinch off the floodgates when it's time to unleash the squishy fury; that hurts like a bastard. So what do you do? You either a) just try to catch it in your hand like some sort of third-world sperm bank employee, or b) let fly wherever you think a stain won't be noticed. Oh, and there will be a stain.




    ·Stains. There's nothing worse than popping off that necessary, stress-relieving Roman candle and rushing out the door, only to realize with growing horror than your nice black slacks have been streaked with some mysteriously shiny slime.No matter how far ahead you plan, there will always be a streak somewhere on your pants after an impromptu rubout. Additionally, there's little in this world more humiliating than having a woman visit your apartment for the first time and ask innocently, "Say, what are these brownish-yellow streaks all over this portrait of Gore Vidal?”




    ·Being Caught. This natural fear dates back as far as the very first time a man discovers his penis: someone walking in while he's taking care of business. Movies make light of this aspect, but it's not funny at all when, because of some rude asshole, you give yourself a case of blue balls. The intruder's identity is equally fearsome: mom, grandma, lady whose house you've broken into.




    Even for a man living alone, the fear never entirely goes away. Even if you've moved away to a new city, taken a brand new identity, and changed everything about your appearance, you'll still lock the bathroom door when you yank it. Unless you happen to be a certain popular Canadian humoristwho just enjoys jerking off in front of gay construction workers, you'll always think about this first.




    ·Unpleasant Thoughts. Few men will ever discuss this topic in public. Only slightly more will discuss it with their friends. It's the horrifying invasion of your private thoughts by what I call the Faces of Guilt. It happens to everyone at least once in their masturbatorially-active lives.




    There you are, you've got Carmen Electra or that chick from Mythbusters firmly planted in your mind. You're doing things to her in your imagination that you're neither equipped or flexible enough to do in real life, when suddenly, apropos of absolutely nothing, in pops that girl's gym teacher from junior high, the one with the hairy lip and funny eye. "Holy shit!" you scream out in your head. "I didn't just do that on purpose!" And, while that may be true, the fact remains that, if only for a few seconds of your life, you were yanking it to Miss Holstrom. Or worse, Grandma.




    Not so funny now, is it?


  • Ah, college girls. Is there anything sweeter that a red-blooded American male could ever hope for? We think not. What inexplicable scenarios that aren’t already dancing through our heads are spelled out for us in beautiful technicolor in movies, television, and magazines. Softcore cable porn teaches us that girls away at college are prone to wild, uninhibited bouts of pants-tightening eroticism. And those are the ones that live among normal society!

    We haven’t even gotten to the girls who are all packed together in single-sex dorms like sexy, miniskirted sardines. When you cram a bunch of guys into a building together, they do what comes naturally: break things, fight, and pass gas. We can only assume that girls also do what comes naturally in a similar situation: walk around naked, bake cookies, and make sweet, sweet love.

    The problem with assuming things like this solely because, well, it gets us through the night, is that they simply aren’t true. Here are five common misconceptions about the goings-on at all-female dorms. We apologize for all of your shattered hopes and dreams.


    1) Communal Showers.

    The Misconception: Tight, young, soaped bodies writing together in a steamy fog of flower scented mist. No scenario has been more appropriate for dirty masturbatory fodder than the communal shower at the girls’ dorm.

    The Facts: They exist! But, sadly, they aren’t much different than your average locker room shower. Separate stalls, cold, bitchy girls gathering together in homely bathrobes outside the door, and shower shoes. Yes, shower shoes. That’s just not sexy.


    2) Hot Roommate Love.

    The Misconception: Attractive girls bunking together on those lonely, stormy nights that inevitably lead to experimentation and loss of innocence. What could be easier to misconstrue than this? You have all the perfect ingredients for what seems like a sure bet for some good old-fashioned girl-on-girl cram sessions.

    The Facts: While certainly possible, this idea really isn’t all that appealing once you see the types of girls who typically stay in dorms at college. There are many, many hot females on any given normal college campus, but the majority of them are sorority sisters who don’t stay in the “poor-girl” dormitories. The ones left over who are likely to fulfill this fantasy are the same type of girls who experimented with lesbianism in high school: dumpy, melodramatic, self-described loners and their fat friends.

    3) Wild Parties.

    The Misconception: Oh sweet, merciful Jesus, is there anything more promising than going to a drunken rager thrown by hundreds of out-of-control college girls? The ones with boyfriends will already be filtered out, and the rest at the party are almost certainly looking to give it up to one lucky bastard. Who knows, maybe that bastard is you.

    The Facts: No parties in the dorms. Well, let’s not be hasty- yes, there are parties at dorms sometimes, and yes, occasionally there are a few decent-looking women present. The thing is, every single dorm has a curfew, and none are more closely monitored than those containing nothing but chicks. Apparently there was a problem with certain asshole jocks using certain incapacitating chemicals on poor unsuspecting girls, and that ruined things for everybody. Thanks, dicks.


    4) Clean Quarters.

    The Misconception: That somehow two hundred girls living together in what amounts as the shittiest tenement apartment you could imagine could exist in a state other than “perpetual stinking squalor”. With so many middle-class females lurking about, it must be an olfactory oasis of bliss. Flowers, and spices, and, lest we forget, hot young women.

    The Facts: Oddly, this is probably the most disturbing of all: the place fucking reeks. It’s a dorm, not some lonely lesbian cat lady’s one bedroom apartment, so what can you honestly expect? The smells there range from “week-old garbage” to a mix of burnt popcorn, microwaveable soy lattes, vegetarian pizza, and sweaty girl-pits. Top it all off with the heady aroma of those cloyingly sweet, timed air-fresheners, and you’ve got a recipe for extreme nausea.


    5) Readily Available ‘Tang.

    The Misconception: Finally we get down to the serious heart of the issue: the law of probabilities. Surely, with so many girls packed into one building, there has to be at least one of them that will sleep with you. You could probably show up drunk, at three a.m., covered in vomit, and still be able to chunk a rock in any direction and hit a random girl that would at least let you touch her boobies.

    The Facts: While there most definitely is a good amount of poontang locked away in those lonely rooms, the simple truth is that hardly any of it is “readily available”. These girls are serious students, or freshmen, which generally translates into manspeak as, “No can touch booby? Wha?”

    Remember: girls who live in dorms past their freshman year are usually scholarship students, which means that if they spend too much time touching your unwashed privates, and not enough time hitting the books, they’ll get kicked flat out on their asses. And, let’s face it, if you were worth that much, you wouldn’t have to go trolling collegedormitories looking for ass.



  • If there is one thing college kids neglect the most, besides basic diet and hygiene, it’s the homework assignment essay. Hastily written and utterly unedited the night before it’s due, the modern essay has become something of a nightmare for lackadaisical college students. But writing an essay that seems like it was written by someone with more than a double-digit IQ is not nearly as difficult as it seems, I assure you.



    Even the laziest Guitar Hero II god can whiz through an essay that reads like it was written by F. Scott Motherfucking Fitzgerald. What seems difficult and scary is actually as simple and accessible as you can want. All you really have to do is half-ass it. Unless you actually want to spend valuable time researching and penning a paper that’s only going to be skimmed over by some asshole assistant professor, you can follow these five simple steps on how to bullshit your merry way through any essay.



    1)The introductory paragraph. Now, don’t panic about this simply because you think it’s the first thing you have to write. It isn’t. You can write an entire paper and come back to this at the end, copying and pasting sentences you’ve already written, and rewording them slightly to make it seem as if you’re a genius who planned the entire essay in your head well before you wrote it. We’ll know the truth, but the assistant prof won’t know the difference. Fuck him.



    2)The thesis. I always laugh when I hear people complain about not being able to write a thesis. It couldn’t be simpler—you just make an argument that will be easy to support. That’s it. There’s no complicated formula for figuring out how to argue a thesis. You just think of something to say, and stick with it. Writing the thesis in a formal way is even easier than this, in that you don’t even have to say anything original or intelligent. These three magical words will make even the weakest thesis seem like an argument from God Himself: “I submit that”. Ka-pow! It’s not too forceful and no too weak. It strikes just the right humble, self-assured note,and doesn’t take any brainpower to alter slightly as needed. Example: “I submit that marijuana should be legalized because…” Simple.



    3)Topic sentences. Jesus Christ, I can’t think of anything easier than topic sentences. Think of them as miniature theses that don’t matter as much as the original. All you have to do is reference what you’re preparing to write about. It’s like a half-ass title for your paragraph in that you don’t even really have to say anything factual. There are ways to avoid this little pitfall, like using words or phrases that are inherently meaningless—“statistically”, or “According to X expert on the subject”. Sometimes you can be clever with the topic sentence and say things like, “Theoretically, date rape is only a bad thing if she knows about it.” Then you write four or five sentences supporting this topic sentence. Get it? You didn’t say fucking anything, but it still seems as if you put an awful lot of thought into it.



    4)In-text quotes and citations. This is where the true bullshit artist in everyone comes out. If you’re running low on things to say, or if House is coming on, you can just throw in a few quotes from various people that you may or may not have made up on the spot. As long as you have a legitimate source of these “ghost quotes”, you can pretty much say whatever the hell you feel like. This is especially useful if you’ve chosen a thesis that’s the dumbest fucking thing anyone has ever read—you lead them in thinking that they’re reading a load of nonsense, and then BAM! You nail them with a quote by some expert on the subject that perfectly mirrors your thesis. Everybody hates to be wrong, though, so you’ll have to get clever with it and not use famous names. Don’t make any names up, either, because one single click on Google can fuck your shit right on up.



    5)The conclusion. This is where you set the essay on coast and just drift on through until the end. Sure, it’s the end of the paper and the part that people are most likely to remember, but so what? What’s so vital about it? You’ve already written your conclusion, son! I wouldn’t lie to you. Just look at your thesis—it’s all right there. Just reword it slightly, copy and paste a few of your less-stupid passages, and that’s fucking IT.



    Slap some page numbers on that bitch and load a bowl--your essay is done.


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