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An Ode to Breast Masseurs, Federal Breast Inspectors (FBI) & Take Back the Night!

  • May 23, 2011 12:01 am

China has become the world leader in many different fields and now you can add Breast Masseur to that list. Xia Jun of Shanghai has become China’s first licensed breast masseur after rigorous study under the Ministry of Human Resources and Social Security. Basically, what he does is massage the breasts of nursing mothers to help them produce milk.

So far Xia hasn’t had a single request for his services, but that hasn’t stopped him from “milking” his moment of fame by bringing interested individuals into his “bosom” to teach them breast massage techniques via a “tit” for tat arrangement (Yup, I fit three awkward sexual innuendos into one sentence so take that, every writer who’s ever worked on Three’s Company!). It probably doesn’t help that doctors say the massages have zero effect on milk production and many folks have blasted the practice for other reasons (said a Shanghai man: “It’s unbelievable. What kind of man would allow another man to massage his wife’s breasts?”).

Now, regular readers of my blog are probably expecting me to write about how I should be hired to be a breast masseur and how I’d be good great amazingly fantastic at this job in a God-like way. But no, that’s not where I’m going with this because…well, I’m sort of over breasts. You heard me right—been there, done that.

Because back in the fourth grade, I held a position that was somewhat similar to the job description above. You see…I was a member of the FBI a.k.a. the Federal Breast Inspectors. I even had my own badge:

Job Opening: Virgins with Big Breasts Needed to Pick Tea in China

  • May 7, 2011 2:24 pm

If you’re a virgin, possess at least C-Cup sized breasts and you’re looking for work, well, you are in luck. All you need to do is relocate to Henan, China, where the Henan Gushi Xijiuhua Scenic Mountain Development is looking for someone like you to work picking tea leaves.

Apparently, this isn’t some weird fetish thing, but a practice rooted in tradition:

At the turn of the last century, some Chinese tea sellers experimented with the odd concept of “tea before breasts.” Sixteen-year-old virgins were asked to pick leaves under the darkness of night and stuff the leaves into their clothes between their breasts. The idea was that the leaves would absorb body scent, which would subsequently enhance the flavor of the tea.

See? Perfectly normal and not weird at all.

What I Learned on YOMYOMF This Week – April 16 – 22, 2011

  • April 23, 2011 12:00 am

What I Learned on YOMYOMF This Week is a capsule of the week’s blogs with sarcastic commentary from Yours Truly (that’s me!).  If you’ve been busy and missed out on a couple of our daily gems, this is a perfect way to catch up.

But seriously – what was more important than reading YOMYOMF?

As we approach the close of April, YOMYOMF examines the Japanese tendency to cute-ify everything; the Filipino crucifixion craze; and genital slang.

Didn’t see that one coming, did you?

JAPANESE TSUNAMI MASCOTS:

“Japan has a tradition of using “cute” mascot characters to educate the public about things that are far from cute.  [...]  Now, here are a few examples from recent years of tsunami-related examples of this tradition.”

I don’t know about you, but nothing makes me afraid of something more than when it’s anthropomorphized.

KIDS ON PLANES AND I HATE THEIR PARENTS:

“A mother is HOLY in most cultures, she’s a saint, a woman of virtue, untouchable and needed in this world: she bred and somehow, we –the pitiful childless- have to be kind to her because she IS sacrificing her life to make the life of someone else’s possible. I don’t WANT to give up my seat (I pee a lot and therefore I get up a lot, that’s why I always book an aisle seat), but I’d be an ASSHOLE if I didn’t.”

Wait… what’s wrong with being an asshole?

Oh, right – that’s why no one loves me.

Chinese Breast Stimulator Jiggles Your Boobs to a Larger Size

  • January 18, 2011 12:01 am

If you’re like me and feel your too small breasts are responsible for all that is wrong in your life, our Chinese friends are here to help with a new invention aptly named the Top Charming electric breast stimulator.

Check out the following advertisement video below. It’s completely in Chinese with no English translation or subtitles whatsoever, but it’s pretty self-explanatory and enjoyable in any language. Someone correct me if I’m wrong, but I think the way this thing works is it “stimulates” your boobs to grow bigger by “jiggling” them. I’m sure there is a scientific explanation for all of this, but who cares? It’s Tuesday, you’re back at your intolerable job after a long weekend and what better way to kick off the short work week than with an educational video showing women’s tits rapidly jiggling for legit, non-exploitative purposes:

What I Learned on YOMYOMF This Week – November 21 – 27, 2010

  • November 27, 2010 1:46 am

It’s just about that time of the year again.  Festive shades of red and green are starting to pepper the streets and amazing arrays of lights are coming to life in neighborhoods across the country.  Blow-up reindeer and snowmen tower over more and more lawns on the way home.

As a southern California resident however, the signs of the holidays are pretty much restricted to those made by man.  When it comes to matters of nature’s grandeur, we’re pretty much stuck with (what is to natives) blistering cold minus the awesome wonder of snow.  Every time I go outside now – which isn’t often – I think about just how much more understanding I’d be of the weather if it were at least accompanied with the once-a-year abilities to make snow angels and add a scarf to my outfit without worrying about my fading masculinity.

Hope y’all had a happy thanksgiving – that is if you celebrate that kind of thing – and are ready to play catch up with YOMYOMF.  This last full week of November, we explore the universal appeal of breasts pressing against our freedom of speech; the correlation between threatening times and amounts of sweet, sweet intercourse; and the exemplary human behavior on display on Black Friday.

What I Learned on YOMYOMF This Year – 2009-2010

  • July 9, 2010 12:07 pm

Are you there, YOMYOMF?  It’s me, Jerome.

I wanted to, you know, wish you a happy birthday.  I mean, if you didn’t forget, it kinda has been a year since your Inception.  Have too much to drink, is that it?  Yeah, I can see it in your bleary eyes, you wild dog you.  Wild night, painting the town red, all that jazz?  I can only hope you didn’t kill a hooker.

not really a night till you do, eh patrick?

Well, my lovely, all of these people are here for you, in ur website, reading ur txt, and since they are, I wanted to give them a guided tour of your greatest hits.

This way, I can pay tribute to your achievements over the last year while giving your followers some new material to chew on.  Does that sound good, website?  I hope so!  Who’s a good website?  Who’s a good website?  YOU ARE!  Yes, you are!

By the way, that wasn’t just a lead-in for this article.

What I Learned on YOMYOMF This Week – April 18-24, 2010

  • April 25, 2010 12:58 pm

If you’ve ever sat in your rocking chair, sipping Texas Tea and watching the sunset, and wondered if superheroes would be better with breasts; if Peter O’Toole is Hot or Not; or if blueberries make you think about another man’s testicles, first of all, the fact that you would have to think about those things means that something is extremely wrong with you.

You should really see someone about that.

It would also mean you haven’t been keeping up with YOMYOMF this week, you naughty, naughty human.  Lucky for you, I’m here to catch you up on all the lessons you could’ve already learned.  Yeah, that’s right, human.  Use me, use me:

Cartoons are animated for a reason. No, not because animation has a magical quality real life can never match.

Yellow people with big eyes.

It’s because some things you just can’t un-see.  No matter how hard you try. – WHAT IF CARTOON CHARACTERS WERE REAL

assassins of lust – women as ninja

  • March 3, 2010 3:06 pm

A woman is like a ninja.  Her body the perfect weapon, able to effortlessly dispatch even the hardest of men with casual simplicity.  She is born with a natural arsenal in which to choose and depending upon her intent, can flirt, seduce, liquify, or terminate her opposites at will.  Instead of tonfas, swords, throwing stars, and bamboo darts dipped in blowfish toxin, the modern, woman ninja possesses weaponry of mind, breast, shoulder, tummy, persona, tongue, etc.  21st century steel is no match when compared to the flesh of a woman ninja.  Not even close.

i will seduce you with my mind and hypnotize you with my bodice...

As much as I fear the woman ninja, I simultaneously desire her.  It’s like superman wanting to make love to Lois Lane after she secretly smoothed on Kryptonite body lotion.  The allure is beyond temptation but indulging in it will instantly vaporize any man’s nut sack and mojo.  A frank with no beans is a useless stalk, so they say.  But as my wise, one-eyed grandfather of the Shaolin once told me before my departure into the modern world, “Grandson, it is your destiny to make love to the woman ninja no matter how painful.  It is through this great pain that you will find your truest self.  Just make sure to practice safe sex and say thank you.”  My one-eyed grandfather was a wise man indeed…