Sundays With Sylvia: Volume IV

Remember when you were a kid and you'd mold your face with your hands and your mother would tell you not to do that or it would stay that way?

Well, unlike your mother, Sylvia wants you to mold your face, because she actually believes it will stay that way. In today's issue of SWS, you are going to learn how to mold your face like clay.

Not by the hair on my chinny chin-chin.

First, we're going to take care of that double chin of yours, because it makes you look like crap, and there's no reason for it. Why? Because you can rub it out, and then slap it gone. How, you say? Exactly like this:

Slap firmly under your chin with your hands for as long as possible? What sort of bullshit advice is that? You can't just leave a good neck-slapping open-ended like that. Neck slapping, when done properly, needs to have a definite starting and ending time. That's just the way it is. I will have to do some research to see if anyone died of self-inflicted neck-slaps in the 30's, because that's just bad advice right there.

On the other hand, suppose two chins isn't your problem. Instead of two chins, what if you have, say, half a chin? Or even worse than that -- what if you have so little chin that if someone painted you yellow, you could be an extra on The Simpsons?

Well, Sylvia can help you with this problem, too. How? With her hands....and her mind.

So apparently pushing your chin around in some sort of chin-cream 20 times can make it grow. Who knew? Sylvia, that's who.

In this next picture, you might think Sylvia is using her amazing mental powers to grow herself a bitchin' chin, but you'd be wrong.

She's actually working on her nose. The "mental" way is actually a gyp, if you ask me.

Convictions. Speaking your mind. Lame.

Her nose used to look look like Jimmy Durante's, but with hard work and perseverance, she was able to push that nose-fat right off her face using the following technique:

Crepey Neck? Arouse those glands.

I am not exactly sure what the term "crepey" means, but I'm guessing it's nothing good. I picture either the fine wrinkles on crepe paper streamers, or those thin french pancakes. If your neck looks like french pancakes, you're pretty much screwed, right?

Not necessarily.

All you need to do is arouse your glands.

Sadly, you don't do this in quite the way you're probably thinking, but that's because you're all pigs and your collective minds are in the gutter. Instead, arouse your glands this way:

According to Sylvia, nothing awakens the glands like a hearty laugh. With all due respect, I beg to differ. If I learned anything at all from dating in college, I learned that my glands do not respond well to laughter. I'm not saying she's wrong -- your glands may eventually get used to the laughter, but mine never actually came to terms with it.

Also, drink raw eggs. That will help.

And remember, Sylvia wants you to be sloghtly pink. So go ahead -- light some candles, put on some soft music and spend some quality time alone with your neck. It's OK, I'll wait.

When you come back, we'll talk about one last thing, and it's very important, so don't get all carried away with your neck and forget about me.

Back so soon? Your glands don't look aroused to me, but hey, what do I know. Maybe your neck is easy to please.

The last thing we're going to talk about in this issue of Sundays with Sylvia is the bane of crones everywhere -- the dreaded...

Old Woman's Bump.

That bump of fat on the top of your spine. Sylvia had it. Between you and me, I think it probably used to be her nose. Regardless, she got rid of it, and here's how she did it:

To be honest, this one kinda creeped me out a little. Especially when she says "You can feel that back lump moving." Yikes.

Sylvia also instructs you to "all the time keep thinking about the bump."

Riddle me this. If you had some sort of lump doing the jitterbug under your back-skin, what are the odds that you'd be all the time thinking about it? Pretty good, I'd think.

All I'm saying is that if I felt some lump on my back moving of its own free will, I would probably lose my shit and try to dig it out with a barbecue fork.

Her advice is sound, however. She tries to kill it. By smashing it off.

Ten to 20 times a day.

Those little bastards are nothing if not tenacious.


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  1. I think she is referring the fabric "crepe" not the pancake....although this does not make her advice any less confusing.
    I swear this woman is wacko!!
    So does she ever say what to do if you have a crepey neck with a double chin...since you are supposed to be gentle with the crepe, but slap the hell out of a double chin??

  2. Yeah, I know. It means "wrinkled like crepe cloth or paper" but I prefer the mental image of pancake neck.

  3. I can just imagine the likes of Joan Crawford, Ava Gardner, Myrna Loy, etc. doing these exercises...

  4. Oh okay, just making sure.
    In that case, maybe lingonberry butter might work better than cold creme.

  5. Dr. Frankenstein: Hey, wasn't your hump on the other side?
    Igor: what hump?

    I think Sylvia was single handedly trying to put plastic surgeons out of business.

  6. People laughed at your glands in college????

    (OMG.... the word verification is USUBJ.....)

  7. Anonymous12:55 AM

    The secret isn't all the slapping, pinching, upward/downward stroking, Silvia just likes that. The real secret is the face feeding cream! Notice how she just nonchalantly mentions it and quickly moves on. I want to know where she got her face feeding cream, I've been searching everywhere for some. I bet she made her own and took the secret recipe to the grave with her. Bitch. You know she is in hell laughing as we slap, pinch and stroke ourselves silly, knowing it's all pointless with out the face feeding cream!

  8. Thanks Johnny, I laughed so much that my glands were aroused and I'll never have to be ashamed of my neck!

  9. Anonymous8:34 AM

    i wish i'd read this before i spent 4 grand getting my neck fixed.

  10. I will not dispute that Sylvia is a crackpot...but, with each new Sunday post, I can't help thinking--what if we gave Sylvia a modern-day plastic surgery manual and she read things like "you have a big fat tummy? No worries! We will simply make a wee hole right here and stick a hose in and poof! We suck that nasty fat away into a pail!"

  11. Found this blog on some website while I was pretending to work. Very funny, this is this most ridiculous thing I've ever heard of. Which doesn't mean I am not going to try it.

  12. Anonymous10:51 AM

    I'm usually a little pressed for time so I've started combining some of Sylvia's beauty treatments. Call it modern day multi-tasking.

    I now take care of developing my chest before an open window and get rid of my crepey neck by laughing loudly. I know it's working because my neighbors are looking at me entirely different. Thanks Sylvia!

  13. Anonymous1:47 PM

    Her bump exercises actually sound like early pilates! Ever heard of the "roll up" - other than the bent knees, it's done exactly as she describes! LOL

  14. The other people in my house are really starting to get pissed at all the naked, singing and laughing loudly in front of windows and chin slapping I've been doing lately. And, where outside of 1943 can I buy some really good cold cream? Thanks...

  15. Wow this woman is something else! Thanks so much for sharing, Johnny. Cracks me up! Plus very interesting to see what they thought were good beauty practices way back when. What was it again that made her such an expert on it? I'll have to go back and read the first post again!

    PS For whatever reason, the humor blog won't let me rate the individual posts anymore. Every time I try they say "We get it, you like 15 Minute Lunch. Rate something else!" Sheesh!

  16. Anonymous12:23 AM

    (Sing to the tune of "I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair")

    "I'm gonna smash that fat right offa my back"..........

    Ugh - What a visual!

  17. Sylvia scares me. She is evil.

  18. somehow i think Sylvia needs to spend more time arousing glands!

  19. Anonymous1:59 PM

    JV, I'm a long time reader, but this Sundays With Sylvia makes me gleefully realize you've shot yourself into the upper echelons of blogging comedy.

    I've officially blogrolled you, and would be equally terrified and honored if you dropped by my blog and took a read. I don't have much posted yet, but you've inspired me to start posting more.

  20. Helen beat me to the punch; I logged in to post the bit from Young Frankenstein.

    Allegedly Joan Crawford used to plunge her face in a bowl of ice cubes and witch hazel every morning. I think that would make me pee a little.

    No turkish towels in this installment. I almost miss the 'self-flagellation with rough linens' component in these instructions.

  21. I have no chin. I'm totally trying that. I can be a Sylvia success story. How funny would it be if this nonsense worked?

  22. This crap could have saved me six grand. Hmmm, wonder what my plastic surgeon would have said...

  23. After reading this, it's overwhelmingly clear that Rickey's chin glands are in need of some arousing. Perhaps some flag pole sitting and goldfish swallowing would do the trick...

  24. Anonymous10:57 PM

    That is one of the funniest things I have ever read! So glad I stumbled across your blog.

  25. Here's my worry. With all this "cold cream" she recommends, the neck might be okay, but good Lord, the pimples will be unbelievable!

  26. So if I double up the exercise and slap my chin with both hands, I could cut the required time in half...Or win a roll in the Home Alone sequel.

  27. I look forward to Sundays with Sylvia. Does she have a guide on mental health? I can only imagine her tact shining through...

  28. What the hell does she know about aroused glands?

  29. Silly me, here I was planning on having surgery to get myself in shape. It seems all I need to do is invest in some creams, turkesh towels, and Sylvia's book. I should be right as rain when I am done. Probably a whole lot richer, too.