Let's be honest here: if you're a guy in a serious relationship with a woman, you have to resign yourself to the fact that you're often not going to get your way. It's a matter of picking your battles. If you insist on her leaving you alone for all of Super Bowl Sunday, for instance, resign yourself to losing the little battles for a month beforehand: where to go for dinner, what radio station you listen to in the car -- situations in which it only mildly annoys you not to get your own way. Yet, here's a nice little way to get some aggression out of your system.
I call it the fart-n-fluff.
Need I say more?
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The thoughts of a gluttonous, whiskey-soaked, underachieving fool about barbecue, hot women, booze, fried chicken, politics, music and life in general. Not necessarily all at once or in that order. Probably offensive as all hell.
About Me
- Drunken Pig Boxer
- I eat, I work out, I blaspheme. To excess.
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