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In a Pickle

Have you ever tried to grab,
A pickle from a jar?
Its swimming in the juice.
Down very, very far.

First you try your hands.
Five finger grabbers each.
Your hand goes in the jar.
But that pickle’s out of reach!

The pickle glares back at you.
On it’s face, a smirk!
You come to the conclusion.
Your hands aren’t going to work.

You go into the drawer.
That holds the silverware.
You glance back towards the jar.
And see that pickle glare.

You grab yourself a fork.
The longest you can find.
You have a plan in place.
You’ll sneak up from behind.

You reach into the jar.
That pickle’s oh so near.
You jab down with that fork.
As if you had a spear.

But that pickle has a plan.
It gives your fork the slip.
It dodges and it weaves.
You try to keep your grip.

You jab down with that fork again.
You’ve got something to prove.
You just can’t seem to catch it.
That pickle’s on the move!

Then finally you connect.
You spear it with the tines.
You start to lift that pickle,
From deep in its confines.

But when you’re just about to,
Get that pickle from the jar.
Something awful happens
Something so bizarre!

Your progress gets impeded.
A challenging impasse.
That pickle is too long.
It catches on the glass!

It falls off of the fork.
And dives back towards the juice.
Once again that pickle,
Is free and on the loose.

You hear that pickle laugh.
It’s averted your attack.
You close the pickle jar.
And decide to put it back.

You know you’ve been defeated.
You gave it your best shot.
Instead you eat an Apple.
‘Cause they don’t fight a lot!

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A Guide For Men: Five Rules for Wearing T-Shirts

Whether we like it or not, the basic men’s t-shirt has become the apparel piece of choice for most of us guys when we are everywhere other than at work, out on the town or anywhere else where some more adult fashion sense should be adopted. Glenn O’Brien who writes a column for GQ magazine, has called the imprinted t-shirt “the worst thing that has ever happened to Men’s Fashion”. I struggle with this a little, as I make my living selling imprinted apparel to college bookstores, high schools and other retailers. That being said, it’s very infrequent that I actually wear imprinted t-shirts.

Just not my thing, I guess.

In any case, the t-shirt is clearly here to stay.

So, here’s my Guide for Men: Five Rules for Wearing T-shirts.

5. A t-shirt should fit you properly, slightly fitted but not skin tight. Sleeves should fall somewhere around the middle to lower portion of your bicep. The waistband should rest on your hips. It can bunch up slightly, but it should not cover your ass. A good rule of thumb is if your t-shirt sleeves are covering your elbows and/or touching your forearms, it’s probably too big.

4. Unless you are wearing a t-shirt as part of a uniform, you should NEVER tuck it into your shorts or pants. If you are wearing a US Marine Corp t-shirt with your Marine issued fatigues or a Scout uniform, or a work uniform, any of which likely requires a specific uniform belt, then sure, go ahead and tuck it in. If you are wearing a t-shirt with your Madras cargo shorts and you have it tucked in and you’re wearing a belt, you look like a dork. Never tuck in a t-shirt. Unless you also wear socks with your sandals. In that case, we’ve already lost you and you can do whatever you want.

3. If you are over age 30, you should limit (not eliminate, just limit) your wearing of t-shirts imprinted with sports teams, colleges, rock bands, tourist attractions, Abercrombie and Fitch or Hollister logos, stupid adolescent jokes, offensive slangs, giant flying Eagle images stretched over the back shoulders, skulls and crossbones, company logos (that you got free at your last work conference), etc. Sure, if you are at a professional sporting event, or rooting on your favorite team, or even your kids sporting event, proudly wear the team colors! But sorry, after age 30 you have definitely become an adult. Stop dressing like you’re twelve.

2. NEVER wear t-shirts that don’t have sleeves unless you are cutting your grass or doing other work around your house, or leading a meeting of the board of directors at a white trash trailer park. There’s a reason these shirts have been dubbed “wife-beaters”. This includes tank tops too. T-shirts also shouldn’t have pockets on the front. Seriously, what the hell could you possibly want to put in that pocket?

1. Cotton t-shirts still reign supreme. I know Under Armour style performance wear has become the latest trend. I get it, the fabric is typically soft and comfortable and it wicks away sweat if you are doing something athletic. But are you really doing something athletic? Plus, people are also finding out that performance wear fabrics eventually start to hold your stink, even after they have been repeatedly washed. Who needs that? Being smelly is okay if you are at the gym, not so much if you are hanging out with your buddies.

So next time you decide to buy a t-shirt, find one that fits properly, that isn’t imprinted, that has both sleeves and no pockets and that is made from good, high quality cotton. White is a good color.

And for God’s Sake, don’t tuck it in!

*Unless it’s one of these t-shirts! 🙂

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Ducks in a Row (the song)

A couple of weeks ago I wrote this story: Ducks in a Row.

ducks in a row

Last night it occurred to me that this would make a great song. So I wrote a song! It’s not the exact same story but it’s the same premise… and frankly its much more awesome! Please take a listen and let me know what you think!

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Ducks in a Row

An Idiom Story…

ducks in a row

Credit: Forbes.com

One day I decided I should get my ducks in a row.
I thought that getting them in a row would be a drop in the bucket.
But this particular morning my ducks had a chip on their shoulder.
We were already starting the day off on the wrong foot.

So in a LOUD voice, I yelled at my ducks, “YOU DUCKS GET IN A ROW!”
My ducks yelled back at me, “QUACK, QUACK, QUACKITY, QUACK!”
Now, I don’t speak Duck…
But I think they said “we’ll get in a row when pigs fly!”

So in a LOUDER voice, I yelled at my ducks, “YOU DUCKS GET IN A ROW!”
My ducks yelled back at me, “QUACK, QUACK, QUACKITY, QUACK!”
Now, I don’t speak Duck…
But I think they said “we’ll get in a row when the cows come home!”

So in an even LOUDER voice, I yelled at my ducks “YOU DUCKS GET IN A ROW!”
My ducks yelled back at me, “QUACK, QUACK, QUACKITY, QUACK!”
Now, I don’t speak Duck…
But I think they said “we’ll get in a row when Hell freezes over!”

So in an even LOUDER voice, I yelled at my ducks “YOU DUCKS GET IN A ROW!”
My ducks yelled back at me, “QUACK, QUACK, QUACKITY, QUACK!”
Now, I don’t speak Duck…
But I think they said “we’ll get in a row over our dead bodies!”

So, in an even LOUDER voice, I yelled at my ducks “YOU DUCKS GET IN A ROW!”
My ducks yelled back at me, “QUACK, QUACK, QUACKITY, QUACK!”
Now I don’t speak Duck…
But I think they said “come Hell or high water, we are not going to get in a row!”

I was madder than a mad hatter and the blood in my veins was starting to boil!
I was thrashing around like a chicken with its head cut off!
It was not my finest moment and it only added fuel to the fire!
In the heat of the moment I had a knee-jerk reaction!

In my very, very LOUDEST voice, I yelled at my ducks,
“THIS IS THE LAST STRAW, YOU DUCKS ARE A DIME A DOZEN!”
“IF YOU DUCKS DON’T GET IN A ROW, I WILL EAT YOU ALL UP AND YOU’LL BE FINGER LICKIN’ GOOD!”
My ducks yelled back at me, “QUACK, QUACK, QUACKITY, QUACK!”

Now I don’t speak Duck…

But…

I was starting to think I had bitten off more than I could chew.
My yelling and screaming just wasn’t going to cut the mustard.
I was acting like a loose cannon.
And my ducks just weren’t responding to being chewed out.

So I went back to the drawing board.
I counted from 1 to ten to calm myself down.
Then, in a very soft, polite voice, I said to my ducks,
“Okay Ducks, let’s cut to the chase, why won’t you get in a row?

My ducks looked back at me and in their own very soft, polite voices,
They said to me “Quack, Quack, Quackity, Quack.”
Now, I don’t speak Duck…
But I’ll go out on a limb and admit I finally knew what they were saying.

So, in my very softest, most polite voice, I said to my ducks, “will you ducks PLEASE get in a row”
And in their very softest, most polite voices, they said to me “Quack, Quack, Quackity, Quack.”
Now I don’t speak Duck..
But I think I had hit the nail on the head.

Because in a New York minute my ducks lined up as straight as an arrow.

And to make a long story short…

That is how I got my Ducks in a row.

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