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recent posts
- Why does my boss always answer a question with another question?! Like why make it more complicated than it needs to be?!
- How and when do you just give up?
- Podcast Episode: False Phallusies. Why do men feel it’s necessary to flaunt their phallus by mean
- Hey, out of nowhere–on a scale of 1 to “backing your dad’s car into the steps and bending the door the opposite way” how’s your parking game holding up these days?
- False Phallusies. Why do men feel it’s necessary to flaunt their phallus by means of pictures? Just recently encountered what I thought was a nice guy, exchanged numbers, and chatted a few times via text. He sent me a pic of his face, and I responded “very handsome.” He responded back with “If you think I’m handsome…” next thing I know–BAM!–hit in the face with a phallus. How is one to find a decent human this day and age? Best regards, Frustrated in phallus land.
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Dear, Rocky Are you even old enough to be on the internet? I remember when this was all farmland…you know…before Google. Well, you probably don’t know what I’m talking about. Google wasn’t always a thing. It’s been around since 1998 or something, but most of us weren’t wealthy enough to know about it for another…
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Dear, Spider Web: That is quite a conundrum you’ve spun there. The answer is quite simple: you drink. A lot. And when you can no longer ignore him–because I am certain it’s a man–you leave. Because it’s not worth the jail time. But if you think is worth a little jail time, do it on…
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Dear, Long Lash Wanderer Thank you for the question. While it is a boring one, I will answer. People don’t take accountability for the same reason no one claims a fart. It wasn’t me. It was someone else. This reminds me of many times my friend Jim and I would go to dinner after work…