Man, Oh Man
How bizarre.
That was my first thought when I heard about Manties on the morning news. I mean, why would a guy want to saddle himself with lace and bows underneath his grey flannel trousers.
Upon further reflection, I figured what the hell. There may be a little "she" in men just itching to be fancy-free. This way, your spouse won't have to borrow your Victoria's lacies in secret, stretching them out in all the wrong places. He can avoid the mendacity and don the Manties proudly.
So go on fellas. Add to your feminine side with these "manly" items. Strap on the Seinfeld's Mansierre and a pair of Mandals, then take a stroll down Main Street. You're sure to be the envy of all you survey.
One Mo' Time
Thursday, September 25, 2003
Friday, September 19, 2003
Drainage
He: "You look tired. Are they sucking the life out of you?"
Me: "Yes, I'm drained. Much like blood gushing from a severed artery."
He: "..."
He: "You look tired. Are they sucking the life out of you?"
Me: "Yes, I'm drained. Much like blood gushing from a severed artery."
He: "..."
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
The Red Meat Question
I hate to admit it, but ever since I've been confronted by Cows With Guns, I haven't had a bit of beef. Not a burger. Nor a steak. Or a crispy taco filled to the gills with cheap chopped meat has passed through my gullet.
Not that I'm going Vegan. I mean, I'm really in trouble if Pigs with Pikes head my way.
I hate to admit it, but ever since I've been confronted by Cows With Guns, I haven't had a bit of beef. Not a burger. Nor a steak. Or a crispy taco filled to the gills with cheap chopped meat has passed through my gullet.
Not that I'm going Vegan. I mean, I'm really in trouble if Pigs with Pikes head my way.
Sunday, September 07, 2003
To The Mines!
I've been away from the office for a whole week. I must say it has been delicious.
But Sunday evening as the shadows grow and the sunlight fades, I'm Mack-trucked by the thought of what awaits:
* hundreds of emails, half of them spam
* phone messages from folks who didn't pay attention to the 'out of office' speech
* staff cuts forcing my shrinking crew to do double duty
* empty cubicles sitting as mute reminders of those cuts
* a simpering yes-man boss and cunning senior management
* soul-crushing politics, which is why I needed the vacation in the first place
Back to the salt mines and I'm curling into a ball. Obviously, my Lexapro ain't doing the trick.
I've been away from the office for a whole week. I must say it has been delicious.
But Sunday evening as the shadows grow and the sunlight fades, I'm Mack-trucked by the thought of what awaits:
* hundreds of emails, half of them spam
* phone messages from folks who didn't pay attention to the 'out of office' speech
* staff cuts forcing my shrinking crew to do double duty
* empty cubicles sitting as mute reminders of those cuts
* a simpering yes-man boss and cunning senior management
* soul-crushing politics, which is why I needed the vacation in the first place
Back to the salt mines and I'm curling into a ball. Obviously, my Lexapro ain't doing the trick.
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
It's All About Me
"I am the silver convertible known as BMW Z4"
"People call me Jaguar"
"I'm the classic red Mercedes"
"I am called Lincoln Navigator"
"They call me Ferrari!"
(In unison) "We are the charter members of the 'Make-A-Lane Foundation'."
- We believe in making a driving lane where there is none.
- Forging our own path through the cities of America.
- Pushing other, lesser vehicles out of the way. Who cares
about oncoming traffic or that delivery truck up ahead.
It is our right and privilege to disregard your puny economical box because the roads belong to those of us with good breeding and pricey accoutrements - that is to say, "It's all about ME!"
"I am the silver convertible known as BMW Z4"
"People call me Jaguar"
"I'm the classic red Mercedes"
"I am called Lincoln Navigator"
"They call me Ferrari!"
(In unison) "We are the charter members of the 'Make-A-Lane Foundation'."
- We believe in making a driving lane where there is none.
- Forging our own path through the cities of America.
- Pushing other, lesser vehicles out of the way. Who cares
about oncoming traffic or that delivery truck up ahead.
It is our right and privilege to disregard your puny economical box because the roads belong to those of us with good breeding and pricey accoutrements - that is to say, "It's all about ME!"
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