The sub-moronic ramblings of a semi-functioning illiterate

Glitter E. Yanus Award!


Yes, ladies and gentleman; I have received the Glitter E. Yanus Award. What, do you ask, is the Glitter E. Yanus Award exactly? Why it’s only the most prestigious award given to bloggers with rockin’ ghetto ass or opposable genitalia (I only have one of these. You guess which) and I happen to be one of its honored recipients. Bestowed upon me by Les the Great over at BESTBATHROOMBOOKS; the rules for passing along this award are as follows:


First: Tell people at least five things you do that would make them want to kill you, or at the very least, make them hate you for the rest of their lives. It’s a good thing there’s only five, because I could be here all day.

1. I SPEAK IN RANDOM ACCENTS IN PUBLIC. What’s great is going to the grocery store and buying milk, bread and eggs all while speaking in a normal accent. Then going back the next day to the same cashier and buying the same three things and asking the same inane questions only this time using a British accent (think Mary Poppins Chimney Sweep). Hi-larious.

2. CONSISTENTLY AND INTENTIONALLY MISPRONOUNCING PEOPLE’S NAMES. If I really don’t like you I’ll change your name all together, such as in:

ME: “Hey Phil.”

RANDOM MAN: “Uh…my name is Bob.”

ME: “Hmm…no. You don’t look like a Bob. I’m going to call you Phil.”

3. REPEATEDLY INSERTING MY FAKE S.A.T. SCORE INTO RANDOM CONVERSATIONS. “You want to know where the library is? Why sure. You just turn left up here onto Main Street. You can trust me on this. I got 1430 on my S.A.T.s.”

4. PRETENDING I KNOW SIGN LANGUAGE. I’ll let your mind fill in the blanks on this one.


ME: *struggling for something at eye-level* “Can you hand me that box of pasta please?”

HELPFUL GROCERY-BOY: *smiling* “You could have totally gotten that. You’re not that short.”

ME: *gasping* “Did you just call me SHORT?? WHERE IS YOUR MANAGER??”

*Helpful grocery-boy flees in fear, leaving a trail of urine behind him*


The next thing you have to do according to the rules is this: Blindfold yourself and walk out into traffic on the freeway. Since there are virtually no freeways in the state of New Hampshire I chose instead to stand out in the middle of the road and declare that as a whole, Massachusetts residents make better drivers. That’s TWICE as dangerous as a freeway, brotha.

The third thing I am supposed to do is pick out five things that I would stick up my ass if I was forced to. FORCED TO?? What makes you think I don’t already do this for FUN?? On with the list!

1. AN ALLEN WRENCH. How many times have you needed to tighten something and wouldn’t you know it, you needed an Allen wrench to do it. Like a Boy Scout, my ass comes prepared.Β 

2. NINE VOLT BATTERIES. Again, this runs along the same lines as an Allen wrench. Never have one when you need one. Well I do.

3. VANILLA EXTRACT. I don’t use it often enough to award it space in a cabinet, but I need it none the less.

4. DR. PEPPER. There’s a windfall law suit just waiting to happen.

5. LOCKET-SIZED PHOTOS OF MY PROCTOLOGIST. Nothing says, “I love you” to an ass doctor like finding photos of himself during an exam. What can I say? I’m bashful.


I am also supposed to pick out five bloggers who I feel are worthy of Prom Court. Since I am Prom Queen for a day, I’ve decided to nominate seven lucky ladies as recipients of this award:

MISS LIFEINTHEFARCELANE: Voted most likely to find a Rugby player up her ass.

MISS DARLENE STEADMAN: Voted most likely to find something one would describe as “bitchin” up her ass.

MISS GINGERSNAAP: Voted most likely to find something she lost up her ass.

MISS KAYJAI: Voted most likely to find four things that each begin with the letters F, U, C, and K up her ass.

MISS SANDYLIKEABEACH: Voted most likely to find something both hot and Latin up her ass.

MISS VERYNORMAL: Voted most likely to find something cider flavored up her ass.

MISS SPARKLEBUMPS: Voted most likely to find something sparkly up her ass.

And since every Prom Queen needs a Prom King, I’ve nominated:

HR NIGHTMARE: Dude…I’m not saying a word.

37 responses

  1. ……an unusually disturbing insight. I love it! (^.^) . Also HR, be a little concerned :O . *runs back to batcave*

    February 9, 2012 at 1:35 am

    • Becareful….I may nominate YOU. πŸ™‚

      February 9, 2012 at 3:48 am

      • *batcave waterfall blocking all noise* *whoooooosh*

        February 9, 2012 at 6:05 am

        • *whoooooosh* indeed. πŸ™‚

          February 9, 2012 at 9:50 am

  2. You’ve outdone yourself on this one, Letitia.

    February 9, 2012 at 5:34 am

    • hehehehe…..

      February 9, 2012 at 5:37 am

  3. Better not say a word. 1: It was Vegas. 2: I was drunk. And 3: Even you couldn’t tell the difference. Besides, I didn’t call him back.

    February 9, 2012 at 5:36 am

  4. Gosh, I am so honored!

    The Glitter E. Yaynus award. I was hoping that it was an actual glittery anus, you know, because I could use it instead of my actual anus.

    Then I could simulate Mardi Gras with a couple farts…

    Thank you much, H.E. My day is complete and it hasn’t even begun yet.

    February 9, 2012 at 6:35 am

    • Your scented farts are thank you enough.

      February 9, 2012 at 9:51 am

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  6. Well, the name of the award should’ve tipped us off to the award rules.


    February 9, 2012 at 8:01 am

    • I am so honored my ass is speechless.

      February 9, 2012 at 9:52 am

  7. Anonymous

    It’s amazing what you can fit up your ass, isn’t it? HR?

    February 9, 2012 at 8:58 am

    • I am soooo not touching that.

      February 9, 2012 at 9:53 am

      • Interesting response.

        February 9, 2012 at 3:46 pm

  8. The coveted Yanus award!! Oh, what a proud moment for you!!! I bet you’re looking forward to having grandkids now so you can regale them with tales of this momentous occasion!

    Congrats, HE.
    So, uh, where you going to put it?

    February 9, 2012 at 8:58 am

    • I’m thinking of donning my biker chaps sans pantaloons and taking a stroll all parade like.

      February 9, 2012 at 9:55 am

  9. Oh.My.Gawd. I am speechless.
    Since I regularly shit Glittery Glamour, I happily accept this, ummm, award?
    And it’s obvious I left the Delete button up my arse, or I would have used it by now. What?

    February 9, 2012 at 9:12 am

    • Using the word, “arse” just kicked this award up a notch. Thanks for classing it up, Ginger!

      February 9, 2012 at 9:56 am

  10. “If the Oscars were like that, I’d watch.” – Jed Bartlet

    February 9, 2012 at 9:24 am

    • FINALLY!!! SOMEONE WHO KNOWS WHO JED BARTLET IS!!!! Dayton, you are my new best friend.

      February 9, 2012 at 9:27 am

      • I am a ginormous West Wing fan. πŸ™‚

        February 9, 2012 at 9:31 am

        • Oh my God so am I. When I get mad I sound like Toby.

          February 9, 2012 at 9:33 am

          • You can bet Toby never got a Glitter E. Yaynus award.

            February 9, 2012 at 9:39 am

            • No, he sent that to Josh. πŸ˜‰

              February 9, 2012 at 9:40 am

          • That’s a little frightening, HE.
            Also, I’d have thought you sounded more like Josh.

            Yeah, I’m a fan too.

            February 9, 2012 at 9:40 am

            • Josh is too smooth. I get all red-faced and caustic like Toby. I’ve also been known to huck balls at people when they piss me off.

              February 9, 2012 at 9:57 am

              • “Listen, when you get home tonight, you’re going to be confronted by the instinct to drink alone. Trust that instinct. Manage the pain. Don’t try to be a hero.” – Toby

                February 9, 2012 at 10:53 am

  11. Thanks, and I have to add cider to the box of stuff I am sending you. although there is a lot of stuff in there already. I might have to send it in two ahaha.

    February 9, 2012 at 11:11 am

    • Yay gifts!!!

      February 10, 2012 at 1:11 pm

      • I have maybe sent one already.

        February 10, 2012 at 1:17 pm

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  13. I love this. You always slam it to the floor, don’t you? I’m going to start using the SAT score trick. People will HATE me.
    Thanks for making the Yaynus Award a web sensation.

    February 9, 2012 at 8:40 pm

    • I love announcing my S.A.T. score while saying something asinine. Talk about a brainbomb.

      February 10, 2012 at 1:12 pm