I raise a pint glass brimming w/pink wine + Axe body splash to you!

I toss a freshly-baked, dudebro-supervised gingerbread man to you, my friend. (No matter that it inadvertently slipped from my fluttery ladyfingers...please enjoy.)

You captured how I came to this thread, too, perfectly. Raising a rose’-moistened dorito in your honor.

That’s such important info - thanks for sharing it here.

I second this heartily.

Excellent point. None of that wishy-washy gel for me, though. I dip my fingers into car paint & shake off the rest, baby.

Isn’t it? There tends to be an appropriate Mitchell & Webb bit for most topics.

Ah, the aroma of your counter-counterpoint is palpable. The golden pen award is yours!

But they are too prissy to open their mouths all the way when they laugh. Guys, like, just go for it! You wanna laugh with salad in your mouth, I wanna see the fricken salad, am I right?

Counterpoint: Every man cave is but a miasma of assertively spiced gingerbread men. These sturdy-legged gingermen are also the most patriotic of baked goods, beloved by Abe Lincoln. Not just any woman can share in the brawny pursuits of confections and country. Only a man’s coarsened hands can tame the ginger root.…

I mean, sure, there may be a drama-free chick or two out there, but like I get it. They’ve always got migraines or, like, laundry, and they always eat yogurt, nothing but yogurt, when it’s like, sometimes I just want a lean protein and a beer, you know?

That would be a conscious coupling coup!

I can add naught but a star.

Legit belly laugh.

Good for Vincent Adultman! So glad he made the move from doing a business to doing a fashion!

You got it!

Agreed & agreed.

Like kiisseli (thank you), replying to boost.

Yep! I don’t comment a ton, though, mostly just read, so it makes more sense for me than some great commenters who contribute much more.