Tips For Keeping The Passion in Your Relationship: Top 5

Has the romance in your relationship flown south for the winter? Fizzled out like yesterday’s Fresca? Ya lost that lovin’ feelin’? You may have read our previous column on relationship advice: Camping. Well that’s not all, sister. We didn’t forget about you. We got more advice tested by our own first hand experience. We been there. We’ve been in so many relationships, it’s stupid. Ronny. Jeremy. Kyle. Sebastian. Some even lasting more than 2 months. We are here to help and don’t you ever fucking forget that. Here are a few more tips to keep the “umph” in “hump.”

1. Get drunk and have sex with each other. Easy as that.

2. Do something spontaneous! Just do it! Put on some dark clothes and hit the streets at night. Make sure you wear you’re running sneakers in case things get a little touch-and-go. Sneak around and chloroform some homeless people and drag them back to your apartment, then take turns doing science experiments on them. Make a project out of it! A passionate couple is a couple that knows how to have fun together: by turning 6 passed out hobos into a human centipede!

3. Go see a scary movie, like Paranormal Activity 2 or Billy Elliot. Chicks get scared real easily, because they gots gynies or whatever, and when girls get scared, the ole peepee-nest gets sloppy like a Double Dare contestant. Have her squirmin’ in her seat like a pussy baby who can’t hold his Big Gulp. Then, when the moment is just right, put your dick in the popcorn.

4. The Ol’ “Get ’Em While Their Sleeping” Technique. Think we all know this one pre-tty well. Perfected by Drunk Mike’s Tavern regular, Sausage Fingers, this technique is guaranteed to get things poppin’off in the sheets. Here’s a few tips: wait until you hear heavy breathing. Whisper your soon to be lover’s name to see if the respond. If they don’t, they are sound asleep and ready for bromance. And don’t be rude! Make sure you have some handiwipes or kleenex around to clean up after you’re done. Have some decency. You don’t want to go leaving a mess. It’s called manners. Were you born in a fucking barn?

5. Like my Mom taught me: If it ain’t workin’, throw some chili on it. Go to the nearest Piggie-Wiggie and grab you some tomato paste, 2lbs uncooked burger meat, some raw WHITE onions, some chili powder, some green bell peppers, and a 6pack of High Life Tallboys. Step 2: Make some bitchin’ ass chili. Step 3: Smother your partners genitalia in it. CAUTION: WAIT FOR CHILI TO COOL BEFORE APPLYING TO GENITALS! And there you have it, a midnight snack to rival any drunken trip across the border (Taco Bell).

These are just a few tips to help you get back that fire in your relationship. We know you stressed. We know you tired. We know she’s put on a little weight and won’t stop talking about Tevin from Printing. We know that his dick smells like yesterday’s cat food. We get it. Just remember, a healthy relationship is based on hot, stinky, sweaty, unprotected, sometimes forced sex. Now, these tips ain’t for everyone and they only work if you follow them to the letter. And some of you won’t. But for those that do, we here at Lou Bega Called can gurantee that your relationship can stand the test of time. Or at least til she gets old, and fat, and all wrinkly. Then it’s time to find you some young tail.

Top 5 Reasons I’m a Better Rapper Than You

1. I have more money than you.

2. I have a lot more heterosexual sex than you do.

3. The heterosexual sex I’m having all the time is with much more attractive people than the people you have heterosexual sex with, that is, if you’re even having sex.

4. I shoot much bigger guns than you, and more often, as well.

5. The sex you probably aren’t having is probably homosexual sex, which we all know, doesn’t count and makes you less good at rapping.

Bonus Round:

6. I wear ankle socks

Two Guys Fucking in a Straight Way: The Blog

First off, it’s not gay for two men to share a blog. Like, at all. It’s the 20th Century already! The taboos associated with this sort of thing are totally last Willennium. It’s Will2K, baby. Big Willie style. The Wiki Wiki Wild Wild West. Plus, there are much more important societal issues to worry about than two guys blogging with each other. Don’t you read the newspaper? No? Well let me inform you then. EXTRA! EXTRA! Read all the fuck about it! Scientists discovered motherfucking aliens! ALIENS! But most notably, the new main issue is still the same as the old one: dolphins that rape people. PEOPLE! It happens all the time and it’s wrong. And sick. Those are sea creatures! God didn’t intend for sea creatures to make love with land creatures. Did you ever see The Little Mermaid? I haven’t got a chance to watch it just yet, but I imagine it covers most of this. (What? I’ve been busy. Oh, I’m sorry that I work six jobs to support your cocaine addiction, all the while trying to turn this house into a happy home and raising your step-Dachsund from a previous marriage.) It’s just wrong and in the name of all the land creatures that have ever trod this Earf, I draw a line in the dust and toss the gauntlet before the feet of tyranny and I say, as so many that have paved my way have said…segregation of land creatures and sea creatures today…segregation of land creatures and sea creatures tomorrow…and segregation of land creatures and sea creatures forever. In the face of this immoral threat to the stability of our society, does two guys getting hammered then covering one another in pancake batter and blogging the shit out of each other really seem like a big deal? Because it shouldn’t.

We’ve had this blog for about a day now and my dad has already disowned me, set my birth certificate on fire, told me I was adopted, sold one of my kidneys on the african-american market, and signed me up for Exodus International Gayhab: a week chock full of team building exercises, crying circles, heterosexual trust falls, heterosexual electro-shock therapy, and hardcore Christian rock to cure me of my case of the “limp-wrist”. Which is fine, you know? I’ll go for the for the free coffee and blueberry muffins, but that’s not the point.
The point is two guys sharing a blog is totally. not. gay.
Is this gay?

Hell no. Is this gay?

Probably not. Is this gay?

Maybe. Most Likely. Probably not the best example to use here but you get the idea on the first two.

Perhaps this could be better explained geometrically. You know how a square is always a rhombus but a rhombus is not always a square? It’s, literally, the same thing with blogs. Literally. Here’s what I mean: A blog shared by two guys is always gay. Always. Buuuuuut two guys who share a blog are not always gay. Does that help? Does that make sense? Just to be clear, we are the second one. The not gay one.

Okay, to be fair, maybe I could see how you would think it was gay if two guys were sharing some Yoplait 99% fat free ‘gurt or a pet Siberian tiger or a bathrobe.
A blog is a completely different story though. It’s all about two guys hanging out. Maybe our shirts are on. Maybe not. It doesn’t matter.