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What the Hell Happened to Men?

What the Hell Happened to Men?

I'm going to say something that's probably going to piss off a whole lot of people, and I don't particularly give a shit. I'm getting embarrassed for the male race. Seriously. What the fuck is happening to men? I get on social

Grown-Ass Adults Stole Halloween From the Kids

Grown-Ass Adults Stole Halloween From the Kids

I've got a question, and I'd really like somebody to explain this shit to me. When the hell did Halloween become a holiday for grown adults? Seriously. When did that happen? Was there some kind of meeting I wasn't invited to? Did a bunch

Two empty wooden chairs on a quiet porch in warm evening light.

The Older I Get, the More I Understand Why Old Men Sit Outside and Stare at Shit

When I was a kid, I used to think old men were some strange motherfuckers. You'd drive down some back road and there'd be some old bastard sitting in a lawn chair in front of his house. Just sitting there. Not doing a goddamn thing.

An everyday diner counter with empty stools and condiment bottles.

Some of My Favorite People Are Folks I Barely Know

You know what's funny? There's people I've known for twenty damn years that I wouldn't particularly care if I ever saw again. And then there's people I see for about three minutes a week that I'd actually miss if they disappeared.

An ordinary white toilet with the lid raised in a small bathroom.

I Took a Shit So Bad My Toilet Tried to Resign

Well, I reckon I ought to finish telling y'all what happened last night. Some of you saw my Facebook post about the shit I took. For those who didn't, congratulations. You were probably having a much better evening than I was.

A row of everyday cotton shirts hanging on a clothing rack.

I PUT MY NAME ON A SHIRT. APPARENTLY THAT MAKES ME A COCK TEASE

Well, I'll be goddamned. I've been called a lot of things in my life. Asshole. Smartass. Arrogant prick. Bad influence. Son of a bitch. Hell, I've been called a few things I had to look up just to figure out whether I ought to be offended.

A worn pair of brown boots resting beside a brick wall.

Nobody Gives a Shit if You Call Yourself a Man

You ever notice how many grown ass men run around telling everybody what a real man is supposed to be? Jesus Christ. Everywhere you look, there's some son of a bitch explaining masculinity.