A Shit So Big You Need to Call Your Mom
We’ve all been there, sitting on the toilet, ass bleeding, thinking, “Why me? What the hell did I do/eat to deserve this?”
We’ve all been there, sitting on the toilet, ass bleeding, thinking, “Why me? What the hell did I do/eat to deserve this?”
I have standards, and I hold myself in high regard when it comes to the ethics of who's going to spit shine my three wood.
Mom wasn’t crazy about the idea of me dating thirty women at once. She said I’d practically be living with a "harem."
Thor, Thorvald, Thorrson, Thorfinn and crew had the New World in their grasp, save for one crucial mistake.
Studies confirm that bearded guy in flannel, intently scribbling unintelligible poetry on the subway, has a 100% percent chance of being a complete d-bag.
Now that Scott Baio is 56, it's time to start making the Playboy mansion safer and more enjoyable for aging dirty old men.
Fuel up your chainsaws, polish your silver spheres, and crack the knuckles of your knife-fingered gloves: it's sexy male hunters from the movies.
When your dad turned 48, he felt a helpless desperation welling up in his chest. Now, this giant marble sculpture of Dolph Lundgren's abs fill the void.
What can one do when legitimately tasked with explaining an abstract concept to a woman of demonstrably inferior intelligence?
There are very specific conditions necessary for the primal of forces, the trough urinal bond, to take hold. Men, take note before unzipping.
Being a "nice guy" is very difficult. So I have designed the following 10 guidelines to offer comfort, hope, and advice to all my fellow struggling nice guys.
Anytime a man gets a good look at a woman he's never seen before, there is an involuntary question he is forced to ask himself: Would I bang her?