Do you need a stud?

Attention horny housewives, cougars, and single chicks looking for a big, strong, studly helping hand: Are you renovating or about to move? Tired of big, sweaty, unattractive movers handling your goods? Well take heart, ladies! Presenting 2 Young Studs Moving.

 Their slogan? "How many studs do you need?" (Though as the company's name is 2 Young Studs Moving, I'm thinking you better not need more than two -- or else you might get two studs and a bunch of big, fat, smelly dudes.)

Major hat tip to the spouse for spotting this truck in the pouring rain Saturday...

and giving hot pursuit so I could snap several photos.

(We tried to peer into the front, to see if the guys were studly, but we couldn't get a good look.)

Note to my studly male readers: Franchises are available!

[On a somewhat related note, ever since seeing this truck, I have had this song stuck in my head.]

A primer on sluts, bitches, and whores

There has been a lot of talk about "sluts" and "prostitutes" (or "whores") of late. And some of you (cough*Rush Limbaugh*) may be confused as to what these terms actually mean.

So allow me to explain the difference between these terms (and women) as succinctly as possible.

A slut is someone who is willing to have sex with just about anyone.

A whore (or prostitute) is someone who is willing to have sex with just about anyone who can pay.

A bitch is someone who is willing to have sex with just about anyone, except Rush Limbaugh.

A witch is someone who marries the guy willing to pay her for sex (cough*Rush Limbaugh*) and then stops having sex with him after he puts a ring on it.

An asshole is a guy who repeatedly calls a woman a slut or a prostitute for advocating that all women should have access to contraception coverage -- and only, half-heartedly, apologizes when several of the sponsors of his radio show pull their ads.

I think that clears it up.

On a (somewhat) related note, while driving south on the West Side Highway in New York City the other day, I spied these two billboards, practically one after the other. While I get the latter message, would any of you care to enlighten me re the meaning of "Escort quality, hooker pricing"? And what's the deal with the sheep in the sombrero? (It's vodka, not tequila.)

So much for my nude dog walking career...

at least in La Jolla. (Click on the photograph to get a larger image.)






















Interestingly, the sign (which is posted near the entrance to Torrey Pines State Reserve in La Jolla, CA) has no prohibition against drinking or alcohol -- just naked trail mix eating dog walkers or hikers. (Guess this woman couldn't read.)

Next time I visit, I will be sure to wear a bikini and bring my cat and a flask. Wouldn't want to violate any rules.