Why I, a Man, Did Not Actually Beat Serena Williams at Tennis
Was being a gentleman. Instead of keeping my eye on the ball, I was looking at a picture of big yacht.
Was being a gentleman. Instead of keeping my eye on the ball, I was looking at a picture of big yacht.
When Paul cried as a child, and his tears created the Great Lakes, it was because of me, the bunion pressing in on his other toes.
Millennials and Gen Z don’t understand how valuable a sense of camaraderie is, or how important mistress time is.
Finally. A gender for men. Man 2 isn’t your GRANDMOTHER’S GENDER. Or your grandfather’s, strictly speaking.
"It wasn't so much a specific question, but her vibe was like–" DON'T.
- He’s been trying out different mating calls. - You’ve caught him googling “Brown Booby,” “Great Tit,” and “Cock-of-the-Rock.”
Multiple trips? No way. I’m not leaving anything to take in “next.” There is no “next.” There is only “bringing everything inside at once."
Only when determined to be A Good Dude or A Pretty Good Dude, will This Dude I Know become My Buddy.
Say, what do you reckon they were thinking when they built such an itty-bitty town in the first place?
Would you look at that… So typical of a Lexus to take up as much room as humanly possible. Total road hog.
When I married my wife, I assumed all of her knowledge. That's how marriage works. Marriage means sharing everything.
I’m checking out your fine-ass certifications, baby, and damn you’re proficient.