…is the shit you choose to put up with.

Found on my Facebook feed on a page for beginner woodworking. Translation: “My wife is out of town, I can retrieve my balls from the box she keeps them in until she gets home!”

Sad. Very, very sad.


Something in this just screams that this guy is not the man of his house, and that the “no meat while I’m home” rule is one his wife has instituted. The sad thing is that he can literally eat meat whenever he wants but probably doesn’t because his wife would endlessly harass him about it and he either doesn’t want to go through the pain of hearing her shrill voice ringing in his ears or he is genuinely afraid of what will happen if he does.