I’ve more or less forced myself to become obsessed with organization. The problem is, there’s perfect or chaos and no in between.

I either have a custom made storage solution, note keeping, etc. Or I have the pile.

Often repeated, but never much nuance or substance.

What about those of us who are obsessively on time? Nobody else is on time however, and it makes me want to beat my head into the wall.

You’re telling me not to rip a wicked funny fart and sock her hard in the shoulder when she’s too much of a panty waist to laugh? Pfsh.

Some guys have no idea how to talk to chicks.