I felt awful all day. Now, I feel manly. That's right, ladies, there's hair on this chest. What brought about such a sudden change? What could possibly make a man remember that he is a man? What epic event could drag a whiner off the couch and deposit him, greasy and sweaty, in the garage?
I changed a tire. And the fact that it's probably my fault that it was flat does absolutely nothing to damage my ego.
Cry out, you mad Y chromosome. Cry out to the world so that it will know your power.
Roar.
You're welcome,
Matt Beers
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