It’s me. Drier. Hilariouser. And more Satirical Than You’ve Seen Me Before.
You’re suddenly made the absolute ruler of your country. What is the first change you make?
No more Speedo bathing suits for men. I’m sorry, but they are just not for the general public. In my whole life of observing men in Speedos, I’ve come to realize there was only one person who could wear that thing. And he was a 17-year old boy. Miklos, wherever you are now, good for you. You had it going on. That garment was made for you. Every other man on the planet, throw them into the fire.
Because I was interviewed by The Byronic Man and the rest of my answers are at his place.
Also my title of this post? I
stole borrowed it from the tagline from his blog.
See? You like him already. I can tell.
I do, too.
So follow me to The Byronic Man today.
While you are there, poke around and check out some of his stuff.
He loves when people rifle through his drawers.
He told me it’s fine.
(Just don’t touch his hair product.)