September 11, 2009

Where's Nelson Muntz When You Need Him?


My wife saw this poster in the women's bathroom at Applebees last night, following our breast feeding class. She thought it was freakin' hilarious. Probably not the reaction the creators intended, but as dark humor goes, this thing is GOLD.

Posted by Ryan at September 11, 2009 01:40 PM | TrackBack

I, for one, can't believe that you still don't know how to breastfeed. But I guess it's good you're finally taking classes. Don't be afraid to take that problem head-on, man. Live brave.

Posted by: Joshua at September 13, 2009 06:58 PM

I'm well-versed in the art of breast feeding, but it was a good class to take to gain instruction on how to teach a new human how to latch on to a boob.

Posted by: Ryan at September 14, 2009 01:13 PM

I wonder how the marketing company landed on "150 times." Are we talking about individual punches here or isolated incidents? Does that number count kicks?

I'm guessing someone just threw out a number:
"Jim. Hey, Jim. How many beatings could the average woman take before ending up in a coffin?"
"Hmmmmm. How big is the husband?"
"I don't know. Average?"
"Does he have any professional training?"
"He's not a prize-fighter."
"Does he have a beard?"
"Never mind, Jim."

Posted by: Bryan Sharp at September 15, 2009 10:32 AM

I had the same reaction to the 150 number. If she had been beaten 149 times, and got flowers only once, would it be somehow less sad?

Posted by: Ryan at September 15, 2009 08:05 PM

dude, where are the pictures of the baby!!!

Posted by: Donna at September 17, 2009 12:54 AM
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