other than suck that biker's dude cock (just kidding). well it has to be shopping at the container store. and not just shopping, but examining the various opening mechanisms to garbage cans; comparing the aesthetics of an enamel paint versus stainless steel; wondering if an 8 gallon capacity would be enough, even for a single "man".
as i wandered through the 2(!) expansive floors of every goody ever conceived that could hold other goodies, i wondered, perhaps out loud, whether i was actually one of those dudes who gets married, has kids, and on their 42nd birthday finally gets the whole guys in uniforms thing.
and this suspicion only grew with each moment i weighed the merits of whether a dual-direction drip tray warranted an extra $20 for a dish rack. i determined it did. well it had to be -- the red sticker pasted onto each box said so. so i was relieved to see another man pushing a well-stocked shopping cart past my aisle; at least until he greeted his boyfriend (the top) in a voice i could only imagine on a man if a monkey had been trying to juice an alto tenor's balls.
so as i stood waiting to checkout, i resolved to watch some porn or use my hammer to do something as soon as i got home.
well just as soon as i set up the dish caddy.
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