Ahhhhh. One of the true bastions of male dominance is the remote control. Throughout homes in America and possibly the world, men have for years exercised their God-given right to be the master of the remote control. Women need not apply.
Being the master of the remote control takes on a new significance when one spends most of his waking moments frolicking in the newly acquired rolling La-Z-Boy. This heady environment of total and complete control is truly Nirvana… until your hands betray you (little weasels!) and quit working. This is the point in time for which all the women in your life have been waiting.
They will descend on you like unmerciful locust fully dedicated to terrorizing you with all the soap operas, cheesy design shows, nouvelle cuisine cooking shows, and every chick flick known to mankind. Do not, under any circumstances, let them see you sleeping during these shows. Otherwise, they will tape your eyes open, and you will have your own personal experience of “A Clockwork Orange”.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
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The horror! The horror!
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