I Will Not Give Up....

I've grown tired and weary of being all manly macho. I worked hard at it all weekend long and today I'd just like to crawl in a tub filled with cherry blossom scented bubbles, don Trisha's silky red robe, and curl up in bed with an Oprah's Club book.

But I won't. I will stand firm in my belief that no man shall ever read one of her "club" books. They're for sissies. Although you'd probably like to see me curled up in bed, gorging myself with Bon Bons and reading an Oprah book, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I'd be like "Mike, you sissy ass....get up out of that bed and go chop some wood."

I don't own an axe.

But I could still chop wood. Damn straight I could. Just using my bare hands, a paper towel, and a tube of Neosporin.

Lazy people can do anything they put their mind to if they'd apply themselves. I just never feel the need to.

I'm tired. I'm going to go bathe with a loofah thingie and a whole bottle of Axe, put on my SpongeBob boxers, and curl up in bed with Trixie and the rest of the Hustler girls. I will defeat these feminine urges one way or another.

A manly macho man's work is never done. Pray for me.

Later.