Pets: They Hate Me.

Animals are great. They love you unconditionally, provide companionship and are always so legitimately happy to see you. But most of the time, they annoy the fuck out of me. Mostly because they’re always in the way and ruin everything. I grew up always having dogs, I love dogs! As long as they’re not mine.

But when my ex-boyfriend and I moved into our very first apartment together, we decided to get a puppy.

Worst.Decison.Of.My.Life.

I agreed to get the dog because I thought it was going to be fun to build a little family and who doesn’t love a puppy??

Expectation:

This thing hated me. I should have returned it the minute we drove all the way to Logan to pick it up and it was covered in its own shit. The ex-boyfriend immediately bonded with it and I swear to god trained it to ruin my life. This thing literally was out to get me from day 1.

Reality:

I will say, he had great taste. He would only chew on Coach, preferred my brand new push button recliners over puppy chow and ate Victoria Secret thongs like they were fucking steaks. Needless to say when the ex-boyfriend and I broke up I let him take the dog – I got the furniture.

A couple of years later, when I moved to Malden, I got the itch for a pet again. So naturally I decided to get a bunchilla. For those of you who aren’t aware, a bunchilla is a little ball of hate that is half bunny half chinchilla. I named it Ray Pruitt after my favorite 90210 character; the one that sang “How Do You Talk to an Angel” and beat Donna Martin.

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This thing hated me almost as much as the dog did. It kept breaking out of its cage and I would find it hiding in my crock pot. It would have rather become bunchilla soup then be my pet. Eventually I got so sick of it trying to kill itself that I gave it away to an Asian family I found on Craigslist.

Moral of the story: don’t eat chinese food in Malden, because it’s probably Ray Pruitt.

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I don’t have a pet right now, though I kind of want one again. My sister told me I might as well get a cat since I’m a 28 year old single girl living alone, so people probably already assume I have one.

Whatever. I’m saving for a jelly fish tank. They can’t hate me because I don’t think they have brains. And they also can’t run away or try to cook themselves.

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The Barnacle at Craigville Beach is For Sale

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CapeCodOnline.com – The Barnacle, a snack bar at Craigville Beach that opened in 1951, has been put on the market.

The snack bar across the street from the beach has had four owners since its opening more than 60 years ago, said Shields, the owner of The Realty Advisory Inc.

“I’ve had a ton of interest in it,” Shields said. “I’ve had about 20 people interested in it, probably.”

The property and business at 988 Craigville Beach Road have an asking price of $425,000.

Real Cape reader Colleen sent us this and since I’m not very familiar with The Barnacle I will just let her do the talking…

It’s a wonderful nostalgic shithole. Staggering over blackout drunk from the sandbox full of shitty screaming kids to get an orgasmic cheeseburger so you can continue to secretly drink your face off? I think pretty much 7/10 kids from Barnstable smoked pot back there for the first time

The coolest thing about it is it’s been there for 60 years, always called the barnacle and always just as popular with longer lines than the place next door that changes owners and names every 2 years. They try to be the barnacle but they just can’t. Barnstable kids love the barnacle.

Sounds like The Barnacle is about as Real Cape as it gets.

P.S. If anyone else wants to do our work for us today it would be appreciated. We have Real Cape team meetings on Tuesday nights, which means we are all extremely hung over on Wednesdays.

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Insane Tony Needs A Flux Capacitor

I am putting an A.P.B out for Captain Blackstrap Molasses Honeycutt. If this pirate is still around we need to bring our forces together and find ol’Blackstrap. If Molasses face isn’t still doing his pirate thing , we need to get our Marty McFly on and go back a few years so we can tip back a few pints with this guy.

There’s not many things better than getting absolutely cocked with a pirate. Not that I’ve gotten blasted with a pirate yet in my life, but I’m making it my mission from here on out to get hammered and then driven around in this fine piece of machinery. Help me get on this truck/boat??? I don’t care what you call it just get me on it NOW!!!!!!!!

Editor’s note: I will seriously get emails from people saying that this video is a few years old and that Insane Tony is out of his mind with this. Yah NO SHIT people, his name is INSANE Tony! Stop trying to make sense of what he writes or does, it will only make you insane as well.

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Fuck.

I know when you woke up this morning all you could think about was why they don’t make it easier for New Yorkers to invade Cape Cod. Well… they just did. FUCK.

thanks to Tom for the tip

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Awkward Dating Stories: George Glass

I went on a couple of dates with this guy I met at Walmart who we’ll call George Glass for reasons that are both unimportant and irrelevant. I’d like to point out that I met him in the parking lot because he so chivalrously offered to shovel my car out when it was stuck in a snow pile that I thought was a good idea to park on top of, and that I wasn’t just trolling the aisles for rando’s..

..George Glass was nice enough to help while I sat inside his already heated brand new Audi A6 (that should have been my first red flag that he was a total psycho, anyone who drives a brand new Audi shouldn’t be shopping at roll back prices), but decided to give him my number when he asked for it.

He called a few days later and asked me to dinner. I clearly texted my three best friends and asked what I should wear in addition to sending them the address of the restaurant just in case I went missing.

I had a really great time and he turned out to be super nice. After a few dates at various restaurants he invited me over to his condo for a “night in”. He said he would order takeout and asked me to bring a movie. That was his first mistake.

I have awful taste in movies. I mean, I don’t think it’s awful, but most people do. I live for SyFy, watch Alien vs. Predator 2-5 nights a week and spent most of last weekend watching all 5 Resident Evil movies.

Anyways, I had a super stressful day at work and was running late. I stopped home before heading to his condo because I wanted to change out of my work clothes and grab the movie. He texted me that the food had arrived and I panicked because I felt bad making him wait.

I was annoyed but quickly threw on black yoga pants, a black running fleece, grabbed one of my favorite hand-to-hand combat movies and looked in my fridge for something to bring. I had two twisted teas, three cold snaps and a miller light. Perfect.

So I show up on George Glass’s doorstep dressed as a fucking ninja with an underground prison fighting movie and a Stop & Shop bag of random fridge beverages. If that doesn’t scream “wife material” I honestly don’t know what does.

George Glass began to serve me a plate of what looked like squid arms and donkey vaginas. Not that I know what a donkey vagina looks like, but if I had to imagine one, it was what I was expected to eat for dinner.

Homeboy ordered Thai. That’s a pretty ballsy thing to order without asking someone if they like or eat it. I politely pushed some shit around my plate and took a bite. I tried so hard to muscle it down but it’s like my body knew it was donkey vagina and rejected it. BOOM – I vommed all over my plate at the dinner table.

George Glass looked at me with a blank stare and asked if I was okay. I smiled and asked where the restroom was. I sat in there for a few minutes contemplating if I should just jump out the window or drown myself in the tub, but decided to own it best I could and walked out laughing and spitting some bullshit about acid reflex.

I then almost immediately had a heart attack when his psycho ugly cat came bombing around the corner, out of fucking nowhere, chasing a bug.

I don’t fucking do cats.

I’m 1-allergic, 2-hate them because I think they’re all shady as fuck and would murder their owners in their sleep if given the chance and 3-what normal, single guy owns a fucking cat?

I said I didn’t feel good and went home. I never hung out with him again, and actually defriended him on Facebook JUST so I could write and share this post because I’m not trying to be murdered later.

Sooo…what did we learn from this? Don’t date guys you meet at Walmart.

Side note: I recently learned that a guy I work with is George Glass’s cousin. I discovered this when homeboy friended me on Facebook and George Glass was in his default – turns out, the whole family is apparently psychotic. Here’s a conversation between us via office communicator. I just..I can’t.

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Buzzfeed Names Oak Bluffs, Falmouth, and Provincetown 13th, 14th and 24th On List Of 24 N.E. Towns You Need To Visit

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Buzzfeed strikes again! This time they name 24 Small New England Towns You Absolutely Need To Visit. Sure it’s flattering that they would put three Cape and Islands towns on their list. Sure national exposure is a good thing.

Here’s the thing, you’d think a national website would take one minute of time to make sure they actually represent these places in an attractive light. Let’s take a quick look at the photos they chose to represent Falmouth on this list. Surely such an idyllic New England Town is represented by some stunning shots that capture the essence of the town right? Wrong.

Let’s start with a lovely shot of the local marine life…

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Such majestic creatu… SEAGULLS? They used a photograph of fucking seagulls? Rats with wings are what you MUST come to see in this New England Town? Why didn’t they just use a pic of them srounging for french fries in the Burger King parking lot, might as well get them in their most popular habitat.

Let’s move on to a beautiful seascape shall we?

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Ooooh! A spectacular shot of what could literally be any town on any coast anywhere in the entire world. That sweet 22′ foot fiberglass center console with the Evinrude on it sure is a throwback to simpler times in New England. Boy does this shot really capture the quaintness of the place! Moving On!

Let’s see what they chose to showcase our famous Cape Cod architecture…

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Oh for fuck’s sake Buzzfeed could you put one ounce of effort into this? Can you get someone to close the damn garage door at least? At first I wondered why the shot was cut off on the bottom, then I noticed that there is a fucking 30 yard dumpster in the shot! Fuck me, a 3 year old with a Polaroid could have done better than this.

That is it, these three photos  are all there is in their post to represent Falmouth, three absolutely terrible compositions that would put Cape Cod at # 4,987 on the lists of places I want to visit placing it right behind Syria.

Hey maybe they didn’t get the best photos for the article but at least they got all their facts straight right…

Unlike some of the more popular Cape towns, Falmouth is located on the lower part of the Cape — which gives you a whole different Cape experience.

Oh for crying out loud Buzzfeed Falmouth is most certainly NOT part of the lower Cape, do you not even check Wikipedia before you post this shit?

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TRC & GG Advice Column: Volume 2

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2: I really like a good friend of mine that I’ve been wanting to ask out for a while now, but not sure how to get out of the “friend zone” – suggestion?

Dear Needs-To-Grow-A-Set,

The “Friend-Zone” is a place no one wants to end up. It’s kind of like Wareham. No one ever intends to end up there, but sometimes you get drunk, hitch a ride with a stranger because you really want Taco Bell and next thing you know you’re there.

My advice to you is simple: preform a series of tests on this bitch the MOMENT you realize you may be interested in her as more than a friend. Whether it be offering to pay for a meal, telling her how beautiful she is or trying to insert your male parts into her she-envelope. By analyzing her reactions to said tests, you’ll quickly learn whether or not her feelings are reciprocated and whether or not to pursue, hence never ending up in the Wareham Taco Bell bathroom. Or the “Friend-Zone”.

I also urge you to accept it if she decides she just wants to be friends – the quicker you move on the better. No one wants the guy they rejected and who may possibly want to turn you into a skin suit hanging around the bar waiting for a “ride home”. Rape isn’t cool, and roofies are so 2007.

With Love,

GG

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Dear Captain No Nuts,

I am going to have to recuse myself from this particular question due to the fact that I have never been in the “friend zone” because I’m not a squid.

I can however advise you on how to avoid the “friend zone” in the future. If a girl is asking you to do things with her and you suspect that she is only looking to hang out as friends? Say no. There are two reasons for this…

First, girls hate being rejected and want what they can’t have. Feigning interest in her will make her want you. Second, when she asks why you don’t want to hang out with her, tell her it’s because you aren’t “friend” material, that you are much too attracted to her to be friends with her and if you two hang out you WILL end up having sex. This makes you truthful, confident and dominant, chicks love all three of these.

So to recap… Girl asks you to hang out as friends? You say no because you are too attracted to her to be friends and you will end up sleeping together.

Boom, you are instantly transformed from a desperate “friend zone” caliber squid into an indifferent, confident yet honest bad boy with alpha tendencies. She won’t stand a god damn chance. You’re welcome.

Hippie

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