Marriage, Bitch.

With Delaware there’s now eleven states in our great nation

To have legalized gay marriage, bitch, that’s cause for celeBRATION

And when it comes to marriage, I am TOTES the expert source

I’ve been married five whole years, so like, DUH OF COURSE

Now that so many more of us can enter wedded bliss

I’m ’bout to give y’all some insight BETTA LISTEN UP TO THIS

Now, I really love my husband, bitch, I’ve said it many times

We’re committed to each other (COUGH COUGH LeAnn COUGH COUGH Rimes)

But marriage is complex and really nobody explores

All the things be happenin’ behind closed married doors

So before y’all get hitched and go become co-haBITable

There are many things ’bout which you should make sure you’re compatTITible

Today I’m here to tell you ’bout just one point of contention

That has lately caused some stress on our here marital convention

See there’s one thing that my husband likes a VERY certain way

Whereas I prefer it sloppily and sometimes twice a day

I initiate and get it done most of the time, however,

He would rather do it rigidly and frankly, HARDLY EVER

Now, Im not intent to scare you or cause feelings of foreboding

But before you wed, you GOTSTA talk about DISHWASHER LOADING

This is a sad sad problem, kids, so go and grab your tissues

And thank y’all for listenin’ to my WHITE GIRL JEWISH ISSUES

This has long been a problem in our real humble abode

Though I get away with my way, almost every fuckin’ load

The only time is sucks is when my guy catches a glimpse

He thinks he’s the big daddy of DISHWASHER LOADING PIMPS

And he kinda is an expert on the loading of it since

He’s never EVER lived without one (he’s a pretty pretty prince)

We’re equals in our marriage, so bitch I don’t let him rule me

But when he sees my sloppy loading he can’t help but try to school me

His arrangement of the forks is always much better than mine

“You have to separate them so they’re  CLEAN BETWEEN EACH TINE”

(That’s what the spikes on a fork are called. BITCH)

I put the glasses on the prongs and he’s all, “NO! They’re there to NESTLE”

“And tupperware goes on the top OR ELSE YOU’LL WARP THE VESSEL”

He tries to be real tender as he flips over the knives

“Honey, you don’t realize this is endangering our lives” (they’re butter knives)

“And only put as many glasses in as the tray can take,

Overcrowding and vibrations gonna cause that shit to BREAK”

“AND separate the plates, it’s REALLY BAD when they are stacking”

BITCH, you know what’s REALLY BAD? FUCKIN’hydroFRICKINGfracking

But I always get the job done when I do it my own way

He’s like the mean coach from The Mighty Ducks and BITCH, I’M COACH BOMBAY

And truth be told, the tips he has are really kinda great

But he hasn’t loaded up that shit since TWO THOUSAND AND EIGHT

And he’s so smart it blows my mind, he never stops to think

How those dishes all get clean when he just leaves them in the SINK

There are famous sloppy loaders, take Korean rapper Psy or

Perhaps Elena Kagan or SONIA SOTOMAYOR

Ok, I made that up, but you get what I mean

If a tree falls in a forest, THEN THAT SHIT’S STILL FUCKIN’ CLEAN

But when he redoes all my loading and tells me that’s horrible

I can’t help but to smile cuz his OCD’s adorable

And each time we end up laughing, every time a little louder

As he tells me why the tablets are much better than the powder

So even with this issue, this problem SO domestic

Being married to your best friend bitch, really is majestic

I’ll go put away the dishes now, no reason to protest

There’s only two glasses to put away (cuz bitch, I broke the rest)

Word.

Bagels, Bitch.

YO every Sunday morning all we Jews go on a mission

Like Tevye told Lazar Wolf, “THIS SHIT IS OUR TRADITION”

You jump right out of bed (where you are practicing your kagels)

And you get your ass in line to get some MOTHA FUCKIN’ BAGELS

I don’t want no fancy shit, NO THANKS, BAREFOOT CONTESSA

I used to go to H&H but now I go to ESS-A

And fellas, if you want a bitch, before you go and pork her

Take her out for bagels, see if she’s a true New Yorker

You don’t need no background check, no need to check her references

All you need to know is in her FUCKIN’ BAGEL PREFERENCES

Yo don’t want a bitch who goes and orders a dozen

They’ll be bad in 3 hours, eat them HOT NOW, COUSIN

She’ll tell you she’ll just freeze ‘em when she gives her big-ass order

Back the fuck away, you’ve found a FUCKIN’ BAGEL HOARDER

If she likes a lot of seeds, I’m talkin’ sesame or poppy

And gets ‘em all up in her teeth, then you can bet that bitch is sloppy

You know she’ll be a downer with some deep, depressing ballad

If she orders MOTHAFUCKIN’ WHITEFISH MOTHAFUCKIN’ SALAD

Girls are fun and quirky if they order pumpernickel

She’ll be easy if she gets herself a BIG FULL SOUR PICKLE

Beware of cinnamon raisin, if you know what I mean

They may be real hot but they’re like, SO under eighteen

She’s real Jewey if she asks them, “Can you scoop it out please??”

Yeah, bitch, you’ll get real skinny once you fill that shit with CHEESE

If you wanna bag a shiksa, then you know that you’ll be safe

If she gets bacon on that bagel–LEMME HEAR YA SAY TRAIF

And a bitch who gets a flagel will be sure to take good care of ya

She maximizes overall POTENTIAL SCHMEARING AREA

A bitch who really knows the perfect schmear-to-bagel ratio

In my informal study, tends to give the best fellatio

She knows to spread it evenly, across the whole diameter

She even knows to rap it out in I-AM-BIC PENTAMETER (or really more heptameter…if she’s really awesome)

I can always tell a guy who had a bagel bitch come ova

To me, the smell of love is wholewheat everything and NOVA

And for some extra credit, after you go make your nookie

Forget the cigarette and have a BLACK AND WHITE COOKIE

So why are you still home? Go get some bitches up in here

Get your ass some bagels with some MOTHAFUCKIN SCHMEAR

word.

Camping, Bitch.

Yo once upon a time I was young and in love
We was just like peas and carrots
Just like OJ and his GLOVE
But oftentimes love gets you stupid and naive
You agree to do some shit that you wouldn’t BELIEVE
So of course my little heart filled with joy and such elation
When my dude described what would be our “romantic vacation”
So although this bitch was bloated with full pre-menstrual cramping
I joyfully agreed to go mothafuckin CAMPING
Now, believe me when I tell you just how nice he made it sound
All alone in the wild without anyone around
He’s all, “Just pack up some bikinis and some shorts and some tanks”
And I really kinda dug it–NO NEED FOR HEELS OR SPANX
So we packed up the car and drove to Canada’s border
Which took an hour to cross cuz we were stuck behind a HOARDER
Then out of the blue, it kinda started to drizzle
Then the skies opened up and that rain was off the HIZZLE
He was totally unfazed and all, “Don’t worry! It’ll pass!”
So we bought a box of wine (cuz the parks allow NO GLASS)
We pull up to the parking lot, the rain has yet to stop
And I smile with my sunscreen and my little white tank top
So we drive and buy some sweatshirts just to cover up my titties
(Jewish boobs fare better when they’re placed in major cities)
So we set off to our campsite, this entire time he knew
To get to our site took two hours by CANOE
So I tried to row my paddles, simply trying to be dutiful
Through the rain and thunder I screamed, “BABY THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!”
We finally reached land and I needed a massage
I thought we were all done, NU UH, we still had to PORTAGE
That didn’t sound so bad HA! actually instead
That means you go on a hike with the canoe on your HEAD
We finally get to the site, and I thought I’d get some tongue
But no, we had to search the site to check for BEAR DUNG
He decided that the site was gonna be just fine
So he went to pitch the tent and I drank the box of wine
There was nothing but rain for as far as we could see
This was nothing like “glamping” on Real Housewives of OC
Those bitches had a cabin and each had her cell phone
And I ain’t under contract with Bravo’s Andy Cohen
So I waited in the tent, soaking wet from head to toe
I hadn’t peed all day, I was too afraid to go
I knew how to do it, but it still was kinda divey
I was scared I’d wipe my chach with the wrong kind of BLUE IVY
So whereas I thought this trip would bring us sexual elation
Instead I was wet and drunk and faced with CAMPING CONSTIPATION
I heard a rustle and I screamed, I thought a bear had come to greet us
But instead it was my cold wet guy, he had made fajitas
We snuggled up and went to bed, too cold to get real frisky
I stayed awake and watched for bears–sleeping was TOO RISKY
So our camping night that should have been filled with such romance
Turned into one where every sound made me crap my pants
In the morning my guy hung a little hammock that he found
I jumped on in and flipped it and we both fell on the ground
And for a moment we were happy, though I may have been obtuse
Cuz as soon as we stood up I squealed, “HOLY FUCK! A MOOSE!”
“Just be quiet,” my guy said, “You don’t wanna scare him off”
But he was just a yard away so I took pictures with a scoff
Then it ran away, my guy sighed and made a tinkle
I guess a moose can kill a bitch, THANKS A LOT, BULLWINKLE
The rain looked like it’d come again, we thought we might as well
Gather all our shit and get our asses a hotel
So we packed up all our stuff, the tent and the canoe
And I pretended to paddle for an hour or two
I took a look around us, just the water and the green
It was the most gorgeous place that I ever had seen
The rain kept pelting down, thunder roaring from above
I looked back at my guy and thought, Fuck. I am in love.
So although I’d sooner go to yoga class to get my zen
When it comes camping, well, for him, I’d do it all again
Nearly moosed and hypothermic, but at least we were together
So, yeah, I’d try again, but I would check the fucking weather.
Word.

Love, bitch.

Yo, flowers and chocolates and really good food

Are just some of the things that put folks in the mood

Some look at porn whenever they’re able

Or watch Robin Byrd (cuz it’s on basic cable)

Some get turned on when they meet girls at bars

Or buy blow up dolls, like that real girl with Lars

Now I love my husband, he knows I adore him

Cuz I know exactly just what does it for him

And if you’re good, I’ll tell you my tip

Nothing turns a man on like a good Costco trip

At only 5’7 he feels like the Hulk

When my man is able to buy shit in bulk

Shampoo, paper towels, 3 flip cam recorders

My apartment looks like it’s a scene out of Hoarders

We’ve got 35 yogurts with fruit on the bottom

100 tampons? Yeah bitch, I got ‘em

Got a liter of Gold Bond for when your balls itch

Don’t cut me for samples, I will choke a bitch

My guy’s got a swagger unmatched by Don Draper

With 84 rolls of 3-ply toilet paper

(that’s like 252 1-ply rolls, bitch)

So whenever my man is feelin real beddish

I gladly give in to his Costco fetish

Please heed my advice, I find it applies

Especially well to all Jewish guys

So forget the champagne and the horse-drawn carriage

And head up to Costco,

Hells yeah, bitch, that’s marriage.