Yes. A friend of mine once told me about having liquidy diarrhea all over the bed while passed out drunk. I told him he was a Dumbass.

Only Real Men hold back long hair while the spouse vomits. :)

Yes. We males of the species are gross, disgusting creatures - myself most definitely included. However, we can lift heavy things.

I’m going home tonight and get the wife to make me some brussell sprout jerky for tomorrow.

Fixed it for you.

What sucks is that this happens and turns young men and women off of ALL churches.

I’m not entirely sure that the germs, viruses and microbes aren’t the true dominant form of life on this planet and they just built us so they could move around easier.

Doesn’t it just piss you off to lose a fairly expensive dinner like that?

Committed Lesbians??? Let them dress however they want if they are in the asylum, OK?

Ain’t nothing wrong with being pale.

Mrs. PookieWookie cracks me up. Occasionally she will game online in the afternoons while I am still at work. She is 40 - and we have been married for eight years now. She has a very high-pitched voice, especially when over electronic devices. On the rare occasions that she sues the mic, the teenage boys assume that…

Wow. Interesting article by the author AND interesting, thoughtful comments!

I love your screen name. ;)

...all I want to do is have a beer and watch UFC and not talk about feelings.

That commercial reminds me of the movie ‘Crazy People”. What if some advertising suddenly told the truth?

Me too. And he wore a bad toupee.

The Trunk Monkey commercials are right up there with the Two Spocks commercials.

And in my experience, even a half-arsed, not-well-thought-out, crappy plan is better than no plan at all. ;)

We’re the same way, but more boring. We do not enter places of strong drink. We’re both 99.9 percent non-drinkers. Just our personal preferences.

And that’s why you will rarely see me in an establishment where the main goal is to serve alcohol. If it needs a bouncer on the staff, i do not need to go there. ;) That’s just my preference. And, you will not see me getting out of my car at a stoplight to go clobber a motorcyclist that I think wrong me in some way.…