I love that joke. It is so stupid and barely fits but whenever someone says “I’m gonna call my mom/friend/chimp” my response is almost always “what are you going to call them?”
Well I imagine that lately when someone turns to their friend to utter those words about me, the conversation goes more like this [...]
But you wouldn’t ever know it to look at me. Why? Because I don’t wear a Yankees or Red Sox anything. Ever. I don’t watch their games. I don’t even hop on the bandwagon when they inevitably make it to the playoffs (after some retarded “scare” that they won’t). [...]
There’s nothing quite like re-entering the dating world. Especially after being at least somewhat restricted for the past however long it was. I’m sure women everywhere heaved a huge sigh of relief that they can be subjected to my wiles, delighted by my guile, and affected by my smiles once more. Also [...]
