Roar

Women often gripe that there are no good men left in this world, and that our dooshbaggery has all but forced estrogen-kind to abandon dreams of marriage, walk-in closets, picket fences and sexually charged escapades on the dryer (what? it could happen) to pursue careers instead. Hogwash. In point of fact, women make no sense. This blog is an ode to the myriad incoherent above-stated ramblings of women and my interpretation of said effluvience. Because it's certainly not our fault. Is it? God damn that Jimmy Buffett...