It seems that scarves are the new “rage” of the fashion scene, as sported by actors and rock stars a like. I have seen scarves everywhere, on stage, on the runway, in the checkout line at the grocery, in the bathroom at a hockey game, and the worst place (time) of all: summer.
It’s that time again, time for another man-article or as I like to call them manicles. Your portal into the male mind, your “in” to what makes a dude tick, your guided tour to the pleasantries of being a warm blooded, red meat eating, butt scratching, fellah.
You all may remember the class action law suit from a lady that claimed that she didn’t know the coffee from the Mc Donalds drive thru would be hot. It was laughable, but she won like 2 million in a settlement, so I guess the only one laughing now is the lady with the burnt crotch, or er…maybe not. Anyway this seems to be a problem for me. I like coffee and have to be up at the butt crack of dawn for my job (which I might add, I love). I think a cup o’ joe is a good way for me to kick my brain in the balls so that I can at least think
Oh how hard I have worked… I have slaved away in search of treasure. Sometimes buried treasure… nuts! Let me tell you something about being a squirrel and finding a nut. Once you find your nut, you are faced with the dilemma of what to do with your nut.