Anonymous asked: How many extra dicks do you have to go around?
Too many, probably.
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Anonymous asked: How many extra dicks do you have to go around?
Too many, probably.
Well, that was some bullshit. No breakfast, no snacky-time after 8:00, 1800 calories a day: No results. Unless you’re my asshole friend Zeb Thomas, who barely has any weight to lose, doesn’t have a wedding coming up in . 3 minutes, and lost 5 lbs while breaking his fast with bacon biscuts and whisky sours. Please enjoy a fresh bag of dicks on me, Mr. Thomas. You’re a metabolic ballerina and one special kind of asshole.
(Zeb, let’s talk about my bachelor party later tonight. Thanks buddy).
I’m suffering severe pain, you say. Well does it stop your suffering if you endure it like a weakling? Just as an enemy can do far more damage to an army if it is in full retreat, every trouble that comes your way presses harder on you when you turn tail and run.
Girls are like national geographic specials: They like to dig up really old shit and then talk about it for several hours.
In the past, I would have urged her to change. But that was the fascism of the man in me, the insistent belief that limitations are weaknesses.
Me: I’m a happy drunk. Your mom’s a weepy drunk. Never marry a weepy drunk.
Her: I guess. Or maybe never marry you.
This letter is all over the Internets lately. I just wish people would stop disrespecting my ex’s privacy by sharing it.
I think this every single day.
Think it no shame to be helped. Your business is to do what must be done, like a soldier on a wall. How could you do it if you were lame, and unable to scale the battlements yourself, unless you had the aid of a comrade?
Yesterday on the ride home from school:
“Basically I want a husband who is just like you, except that he needs to be a real man - you know, somebody who can fix things and build stuff.”
Throwback Thursday. My daughter and me, while I was stationed in Germany, circa 93-ish. Hoo-ah.
Better than the one Contemporary Christian concert I attended. 100% chance that the lady in the beginning of the video has a collection of porcelain unicorns.
This is not in my version of the Bible. Catholics have extra books, ‘though - I’m gonna check it out.