After Lo's first softball practice of the season, she and Biggy stopped off at Target to buy a present for a b-day party she's going to this afternoon. Biggy scored big with these--on clearance for four bucks!
Later, as they were leaving the house again, with him planning to drop her off at said party and run some manly errands:
TR: Why are you wearing your new cleats to Home Depot?
Biggy: From now on, I want you to call me Coach.
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nothing further, your honor.
Exactly.
This is what happens when straight men are allowed to go shopping on their own.
Despite the stereotype, not homosexuals should dish fashion advice.
Coach, this is what happens when straight men try to write a complete sentence.
don't you have a poem to go write or something?
And thanks Garey, glad to see there are other men who read Tania's blog that understand fashion.
Your feet are small.
I have poems I could write, Coach. But I don't think you want me to write them.
How much did Coach Biggy pay you, Gare?
And manscape those legs while you're at it, Coach Biggy. Tania, maybe you could get Queer Eye over to your house.
dang, collin. don't you know that real men have hairy legs?
Yeah, I gotta say, I like hair on men--legs and chest.
I don't mind a light dusting of hair...I've got a bit myself...but trimming never hurts. I'm just sayin'...
collin: all i'm saying is, don't come crying to me when lola uses her nunchuck skills on you for making fun of her dad.
and i can't even begin to imagine how a guy would "trim" their leg hair. it seems like it would take all day and there's no way it could ever look natural.
you don't have to hate on biggy just because god gave him more hair than you. if you were nicer to him, he might share.
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