Dadtritus Alert: Two Dozen Ballcaps Cue the Jeff Foxworthy voice: If you've got more than zero ballcaps imprinted with the name of a resort or vacation destination, and you consider these nice enough to go out to a restaurant in... yoooooouuuuu might be suffering from dadtritus. If you've got your ballcaps separated into sweat-stained-lawnmowing caps... Continue Reading →
Dadtritus Alert: Endless Stacks of White Undershirts Once of the nicest compliments -- albeit, a little odd -- I consistently got from discerning females back in college was when, upon encountering me at the tail end of a run, I still, somehow, smelled great. Now, take a whiff today (or, really: don't), and after a... Continue Reading →
Me & My Rusty Grilling Tools A good craftsman never blames his tools... he blames himself for abandoning his tools to the harsh winter instead of walking a mere foot outside the sanctuary of his sliding patio door to retrieve them. Then continuing to hibernate inside for the better part of five months as said... Continue Reading →
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