I'll have to say that I occasionally get a raw spot in the taintal region when I go for a long walk. I found that a little lubricant works there (Vitamin E oil, any oil that's ok to use on skin). For general crotchal murkiness, the powder is probably best. I'm going to invent an underwear dehumidifier and retire off that bitch! Kinda tough to get this to fit in your boxers:
true story, but there are certain sacrifices a man with balls, sweaty or no, just doesn't have to make.
We drove to the Keys this month, and got to the last civilization before the Everglades when I decided would have to stop and fuel up. Got out of the car and went "Holy Fuck!" it was like an oven out there. Four days in the Keys and I looked like a burnt lobster the whole time. I just don't know how people can live there year round without being burned to a cinder.
I agree with you. But....I also haven't done laundry or the dishes in the last 7 years....and she supports my NYJets obsessions without any arguments. tradeoffs, brutha.
I feel you, yo. Thing is, laundry and dishes are a tradeoff you can muddle through in your own home, with a glass of whiskey and some Otis Rush on the hi-fi. Going shopping is just not the tradeoff you should be making. Unless of course you really dig that kind of thing. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Mind you, I'm assuming here you have proper American-style labor saving devices like dishwasher and washing machines. If you fucking canucks still wash the insulated flannel jacket with that hillbilly type washboard and basin get up, all bets are off and you should take the woman to the mall a couple of times a year for her efforts.
I don't do any house work, she let me design/build my nyjets basement complete with all the trimmings (50" plasma 1080p, leather sectional with recliner, bar (booze and fridge included), hockey table and a place for my electric guitar. And to top it all off....we have separate accounts for our money. After all the bills are paid (we split it 50/50)...whatever $$ is left over from our individual paychecks, we keep for ourselves separately. So, there are never fights about money. How many married guys do you know have their own stash of cash free and clear from the wife? Trust me, dude.....a couple trips to the mall is a small fucking price to pay. flannel jackets! LOL.
Sucker. I control all the money. My wife has access to a credit card, but I monitor it mercilessly. Having said that, I have no problem with her spending money as long as it's not on stupid shit. We never have any problems with or arguments over money. BTW, I thought the Jets basement sounded cool until I just read your description.
Dude, you aren't fooling anybody. Tough talk about housework all you want, we know you just like to browse around at little boutiques with names like "Things 'n Stuff" and whatnot.
the next thing you're gonna tell me is that you aren't an Egon Spengler clone either. tough talk? toughness doesn't exist on the internet there, Rambo.
You all can give him shit all you want, but I am totally jealous of my friends who have men that enjoy shopping with them from time to time. It's not like they are trying on dresses, geez. The once a century my hubs actually comes along with me and doesn't act like he is a lamb being led to slaughter like he usually does.... major bonus points!
