A man is defined by the decisions he makes. Not listening to this piece of trite advice is probably a good start.
The suit jacket and tie might make you look more professional, but at the end of the day, you’re still not wearing any pants.
Try as you might, you’ll find yourself completely unable to escape this week’s M.C. Escher Museum fire.
While it’s natural for human beings to be resistant to change, after losing your family, job, and home, it’s probably time you start accepting some from passersby.
What begins this week as a hilarious balls-copying prank will end minutes later with the discovery of a rather large testicular tumor.
In many ways, you’re still a child. None of them, however, will prevent you from being tried this week as an adult.
For the third time this week, you’ll be forced to open up that same old tupperware container of leftover whupass.
Long, gray beards have for centuries been linked to wisdom and shrewdness. Sadly, you get yours caught in the fax machine far too often for that to be the case.
When it comes to race relations, you’re colorblind. Also when it comes to sofas, desk chairs, and traffic lights.
Farm animals can often sense an earthquake seconds before it hits, which explains why they’re all looking at you with that huge grin on their face.
They say you can’t judge a man until you’ve walked a mile in his shoes, but after 3,000 feet, you’re beginning to suspect he’d like to have his sneakers back.
After years of intense searching, you’ll finally find yourself this week—-naked, alone, and with a six foot gash across your forehead.
