Ronan Keating may have put it best when he penned the lyrics, “You say it best when you say nothing at all” — and we’re willing to bet these 7 guys would agree.
Read on for the sayings they can’t stand — from bro terms to unnecessary abbreviations.
Dude “I hate when grown women call me ‘dude.’ I am a 58 year old man. I’m definitely not a dude.” -John, 58
I Can’t “The phrase ‘I can’t’ used while laughing uncontrollably. It makes no sense whatsoever. It’s an incomplete thought. You can’t…what? It’s the equivalent of me laughing and saying ‘applesauce,’ which makes just as much sense as ‘I can’t’ (none). Also, it suggests you can’t believe what I just said. Well, believe it. It just happened.” – Joe, 27
Acronyms, Spoken Out Loud “If you use the terms LOL, WTF, OMG, LMAO, JK, ROTFL, or anything else used in texting while verbally expressing the American lexicon, you’re detrimental to society as a whole. If you’re not Paris Hilton, and don’t have a billion dollar empire to go with your dollar menu brain, don’t use these IRL.” – Alex, 26
Or Nah “Ever hear that song ‘Or Nah’ by Ty Dolla? The teeny boppers love it. I was dating this 20-year- old, and I swear every 5 minutes she’s like, ‘Do you wanna get something to eat? Or nah? Do wanna drive to Jones Beach? Or nah? Do you love me? Or nah?’ Do you have a gun so I can shoot myself with? Or nah?” – Jason, 25
Just Sayin’ “‘Just sayin’ is a trashy, annoying suffix to an unwelcome observation. It’s very much like saying, ‘so screw you.” – David, 48
La-Di-Da “Have you ever seen the Woody Allen movieAnnie Hall?I’ve dated two women who used the phrase ‘la-di-da’ from the movie, and it absolutely drives me crazy.” – Nick, 32
Totes Cray “I just essentially dislike it when girls want to make short words even shorter. There’s nothing worse than being in a bar with drunk girls that are amazed screaming ‘OH MY GOD THAT’S TOTES CRAY CRAY GUUUUURL.’ It’s just lazy.” – Shamal, 27
Nobody wants to see a couple having a full-fledged argument on Facebook. We love a social media train wreck when it’s two ninnies from high school verbally assaulting each other in a quarrel over Obama’s presidency, but a pair of lovers throwing stones online feels icky. This ain’t TNT, we don’t need no drama.
2. The couple that tries to make you pick a side in their arguments.
The only time picking sides is fun is when you’re looking at a Boston Market menu. If you’re a couple in the midst of a squabble, don’t drag others into it. Nobody registered to vote for the winner of your bickering. Even if one person is clearly in the wrong, it’s not an innocent bystander’s duty to run into combat and risk getting hit by crossfire.
3. The couple sharing a joint Facebook account.
Peanut butter is delicious. Jelly is fantastic. Peanut butter and jelly joining forces is even better. But have you ever bought those combinations of peanut butter and jelly in the same jar? It doesn’t work. It’s a mess and you have to decide whether to refrigerate it or not, and it tears the bread when you try to spread it, and suddenly it’s just not as enjoyable. That’s what this couple is. There are conjoined twins who have separate Facebook accounts, and surely they’re as close, if not closer than this couple.
4. The couple who says “The couple who [INSERT WHATEVER THING THEY’RE CURRENTLY DOING] together, stays together”
You’ll find this couple sitting on the same side of the booth in a restaurant, or sharing a pair of ear buds. They’ll also do things that’ll make you involuntarily roll your eyes, like this:
5. The couples who create a façade by posting happy pictures but actually hate each other.
Overcompensating for the lack of real-life happiness with an abundance of perfectly filtered snapshots on Instagram isn’t fooling anyone. We know y’all can’t stand each other, despite how blissful you can make a single frame of being together look. This couple is a bitter Taylor Swift song with a romantic John Legend music video.
6. The couple who’s all judgmental about their friends’ love lives.
Much like Judy and Joe Brown, they be judging. They’re always telling friends who to date, who not to date, why they’re single, why their relationship isn’t working, and what they would do in situations they’ve never even been in. Conversations with this couple feel like browsing sketchy websites where unsolicited, invasive ads and obnoxious notifications pop up constantly.
7. The couple who calls each other “Mami” and or “Papi.”
The couple who does that baby, babe, beb, boo, bae, bb nonsense is bad, but the mami, papi duo sounds like they’re reciting excerpts of a Pitbull song, therefor, they’re the worst. The worst.
Amy was my first girlfriend. I met her in marching band. She was a dancer for the band, in the group known as the “Starlettes.” She had just broken up with her boyfriend of the last ~3 years, and she came on to me, strongly insinuating that I should ask her to prom, which I did. A week later, we started dating.
At prom, her ex-boyfriend raunchily danced with his new girlfriend near us, and Amy responded by twerking on me harder. I got the vague, absurd sense that I was participating in a dance-off. After her ex-boyfriend dropped his girlfriend to the floor—a move which I couldn’t compete with—Amy ran off the dance floor. She was cold to me the rest of the night, and for the next 3 days. She finally broke up with me via text message.
The last I heard about Amy, she was married and had a kid at 19.
Madison was an extremely popular, attractive girl who displayed an unseemly interest in me during the beginning of my junior year. She introduced herself to me by saying that I looked like Joseph Gordon-Levitt, and that Joseph-Gordon Levitt was her favorite actor. She began to hold my hand, call me “cutie,” and say things like, “Isn’t he adorable?” when we hung out with her girlfriends.
One day, she invited herself over my house. We smoked weed. She failed to get high, but I got higher than I’d ever been: a foaming-at-the-mouth type trance that left me babbling and incompetent. After ~30 minutes of me pacing around the room and apologizing, I sat down next to her, aggressively mumbled “I feel like I should kiss you,” and kissed her. We made out for ~5 minutes, during which I visualized myself as an octopus, and my arms, lips, and legs as tentacles. We heard the garage door opening—my mom coming home—and she pulled away from me. She darted out the front door. We never hooked up again.
Yvonne was my second girlfriend. She liked me more than I liked her. Our relationship ended when her dad read an email I sent her about giving me a blowjob. He told her he would kill me if he ever saw me again.
Veena was my third girlfriend and the first girl I ever said “I love you” to. She came from an ultra-traditional Indian background, so relationships were a big taboo in her family—when her parents found out about her previous relationship, they called up her then-boyfriend’s parents and screamed at them.
To get around that, we convinced Veena’s parents that I was gay. I spoke in a lisp when I was around them, wore women’s shoes, and paraded my guy friends as “my boyfriends.” Her parents bought it and left us alone.
Veena was the first girl I ever had sex with, for about ~30 seconds the week before both of us left for college.
I hooked up with Charlotte during my second week of college. She came over and gave me my first blowjob. The next day, she wanted to fuck, but I didn’t have condoms, so she gave me another blowjob. After that night, we texted once or twice, but I wasn’t interested in having sex with her, so we didn’t see each other again.
Olivia was my fourth girlfriend and the second girl I ever said “I love you” to. I was in an on-and-off relationship with her for the last ~2 years. We’re currently not talking so we can “get over each other.” To this day, when I’m feeling alone at night, I’ll pretend my body pillow is her and scream into it, “I love you! And I’ll love you forever and no one can ever replace you.”
This summer, I wrote and recorded a mixtape, “Heartbreak Mane,” about my relationship with Olivia.
This February, I lived in a mansion in Bel-Air for an internship I was doing, and Miley came to one of our parties. She introduced herself as a 17-year-old singer and actress and, after we made out in my room, she showed me a video of her on Youtube that had over 100,000 views. She said she had the same agent as Rihanna. She said she attended the Grammy’s the year before. When I typed her name into Google, things like “Super Bowl Commercial” auto-filled after it.
After our initial hook-up, we went on a date in West Hollywood. We both bought the same book, “In Cold Blood,” and promised we would read it together. We snuck up to a roof, held hands, and made out. She told me that she never had a childhood—she’d been acting since a kid—and that she wanted to be a stripper when she grew up.
I had to leave LA a week afterwards and we haven’t talked since.
La’quisha was a girl I met off OkCupid. She lived in the “hood” in Cleveland (her words, not mine). Her father was a drug dealer and her mom was a drug addict. After taking her to frozen yogurt, we went to my office in Cleveland and made out.
When I dropped her off that night, her neighbor was half-naked and pinned to the ground, being arrested on his lawn. La’quisha ignored it and kissed me goodnight.
Teyana was a girl I met off OkCupid. During our first date, she didn’t seem to have much interest in me, until I showed her my card tricks. She seemed delighted, pulled my hand, and said, “You have to show these to my grandma.” I went over to her grandma’s house, where Teyana lived, and performed magic tricks for them for ~1 hour.
Teyana was cool, we hung out for a couple weeks. I met her brother, a 6’3”, 250-pound half-Hispanic and half-black dude with a teardrop tattoo on his face and 00 Prada shoes, who was also a drug dealer. He seemed to like me.
On her 18th birthday, I had sex with Teyana in her basement while her grandma was upstairs.
I don’t remember this girl’s name. We met off OkCupid. I went over to her house and was in her bed within ~5 minutes. I couldn’t get hard and I told her it was because I didn’t feel an “emotional connection” with her, when really it was because she wasn’t as attractive as her pictures made her seem. She seemed sad, then asked me if she could at least give me a blowjob. I said that’d be fine.
Afterwards, I sat with my shirt off and showed her my card tricks, which she seemed to really like. As I was leaving, she said “Don’t be a stranger.” I said, “What?” Her cheeks flushed and she said “Never mind, I’m…stupid.” We never talked again.
I deleted my OkCupid account after that.
Wendy was a girl I met off Tinder. We went to a frozen yogurt place named “Harlem Yo.” Afterwards, we went back to my apartment and had a conversation. After she said something about being the best female basketball player in her high school, I was overcome with emotion (I love basketball) and kissed her. We started making out and I was confused by the way she was kissing: she kept her mouth open, like a fish, and I couldn’t tell whether or not she wanted me to put my tongue in it. Five minutes later, she pulled back and said, “I have to go.”
I texted her afterwards, asking her a) if she got home safe (“Yeah”) and b) that I hope she had a good time, to which she never texted me back, leaving me repeatedly checking my phone, alone in bed, embarrassed and a little insecure.
1. Call a woman to ask her on a date instead of texting. In a world of technology where we use screens to initiate most plans, calling a woman for a date not only adds an extra personal touch but also sets you apart from other men who only want to communicate over texting or social media.
2. Open doors for others, especially when you see someone injured, elderly, or carrying something heavy. This goes for car doors too. It’s appreciated when a man will walk over to the woman’s side of the car and open the door for her.
3. Walk a woman to her door after a date to make sure she gets home safely and don’t expect it go any further. Saying goodbye at the front door makes for a nice conclusion at the end of the great date but you shouldn’t expect sex just because you made the extra effort to know she’s safe.
4. Pull out a woman’s chair. This doesn’t have to happen every time but if it’s convenient, it adds a nice touch to a date.
5. Never make fun of a woman’s cocktail choice, regardless of the color. Don’t judge her based on what she drinks or laugh about how girly her beverage is if she doesn’t like craft beer or hard alcohol.
6. Offer her your jacket. If it’s chilly out, drape your jacket over her shoulders to warm her up. She’ll appreciate the gesture.
7. Compliment her. Telling a woman how beautiful she looks never goes out of style. Make your compliments genuine. Don’t just tell her she’s “hot.” Let her know how gorgeous she looks when you go on a date, tell her she’s beautiful when she isn’t wearing any makeup. Acknowledge when she does something different with her look or style.
8. Drop her off first if you have to park far away. If you’re having difficulty finding a nearby parking spot, offer to drop her off at the entrance before finding a parking spot.
9. Walk on the street-side of the sidewalk so a car driving through a puddle doesn’t splash her. This is a sign of protection and a simple yet effortless way to show her you care.
10. Send her flowers just because. Holidays or birthdays are a great time to receive flowers, of course, but sending flowers to a girl you care about just to let her know you’re thinking of her always makes her feel extra special.
11. When you’re picking a girl up for a date, actually go to the door and knock. Don’t just text her and say, “here.”
12. Leave little notes she’ll find later on. A simple, “Thinking of you” note left in the pocket of her coat or on her bedside table to find when she wakes up will instantly brighten her day.
13. If you’ve been waiting for her to get ready for a date stand when she enters the room, let her know you’ve been waiting for this moment and you’re excited to see how great she looks.
14. Stick to your promises whenever possible. If you tell her you’re going to call her at a certain time or you make plans to be at her apartment at 9 p.m., be on time. Showing up late or forgetting is disrespectful and shows how much of a priority she is to you.
15. Nice dates at restaurants are always appreciated but finding simple ways to spend time together is important too. Get coffee or tea and go on a walk together through a park. Offer to pick her up and take her to one of your favorite spots in the city. These little moments mean just as much as the grander gestures.
16. Ask her to dance. Even if you two are just hanging out in the middle of your apartment, put on some music and ask her to dance with you. If you’re at an event that has music, don’t be one of those guys who “doesn’t dance.”
17. Keep your eyes on her. Not at bar TV behind her. If a woman is spending time with you, make it count. Don’t get distracted by the other stimuli in the room. Be genuinely interested in her and what she has to say.
Pansay is 84, and one of the sweetest women you’ll ever meet. For years, she’s come up with DIY ideas and home remedies for just about any situation you might find yourself in. One of her dreams was to have her wisdom passed on to others. This is a collection of tips and tricks from nearly a century of life. We’re grateful that she has allowed us to publish them for her. -Rob Fee
1. You can use lemon juice to get rid of rust stains on just about anything. It won’t damage it and it smells better than harsh cleaners.
2. If you have a bruise, gently rub hand sanitizer on it and it will dramatically lighten the bruise.
3. Is there anything more annoying than itchy mosquito bites? When they start itching, use a little roll-on deodorant on them and it will make the itching stop.
4. If you want to clean tarnished silver cheap and easily, use white toothpaste. It’s great on antiques.
5. To clean burnt coffee out of the bottom of a coffee pot, simply used chipped ice and salt. Scrub it around down in there and it’ll do the trick.
6. Just a little bit of Super Glue will help with cracks in your nails and keep them from getting much worse.
7. If you have cracked and dry heels, put some Vicks salve on them and put socks over it, then wear them overnight. You’ll notice a huge difference in the morning.
8. Believe it or not, a great way to treat small burns is with Preparation H. That is, if you have some Preparation H around your house.
9. If you’re going hiking or camping, put a little WD-40 on the bottom of your pants and shoes and it will keep mosquitos away.
10. It can be difficult to clean mirrors and windows without getting lots of streaks. Mix 4 cups of water, 1 cup of white vinegar, 2 teaspoons of dish washing liquid and it’ll do the trick.
11. To keep ants out of your house, put bay leaves by your window or your doorway and it’ll keep them from coming in.
12. You can also tape a bay leaf to your bag of flour or corn meal and it’ll keep any insects from getting in it.
13. This one may sound a bit odd, but if you have the smell of onions or fish on your hands, later them up and rub them on the faucet of your sink and it will eliminate the smell. Rinse off the faucet and it won’t hold the smell on it either.
Ryan has been working at the Circus (right across from the shopping plaza!) for many years now. During his time here he has demonstrated excellent work ethic, adaptability, and team oriented thinking (tension sure does rise when you’re trapped inside a cardboard box with six other people).
Ryan is a well-rounded individual, as well as diagonal, congruent, perpendicular, and other geometrical qualities that met our incredibly strict flexible criteria. I had no choice but to hire him on the spot when I found him in my briefcase.
Ryan knew he wanted to be a contortionist from an early age. As an infant his parents would stuff him inside a suitcase to save on airfare. Not sure whether he had his parents total support, or none at all—he ran away to join the circus, where he met me. That’s right. Me. I’m the guy who helped him get his feet off the ground, and into his mouth.
I’m the one who shaped him into the man he is today. No pun intended. Before he came to me he could barely fold into a proper Trefoil knot, and now, he can sneeze into his own ass with dignity. Talk about improvement!
And that’s not to say that Ryan didn’t get stuck at any point in his career, he did, literally, in an umbrella holder. It was hilarious. However, through extensive training, Ryan eventually learnt that he could get out of any workplace problem with enough persistence and lube. Today, he truly stretches the definition of what it means to be a good contortionist. Again, no pun intended.
Ryan recently underwent a minor health scare, but that did not stop him from coming into work each and every day with a positive attitude and a smile. (He found a lump on his neck. Turns out it was his toe!)
To recap: I’m sure Ryan will make an excellent fit at his next place of work. Okay—that one was intentional.