Based on this post by thebarricadebabe:
That was the summer of 1963 - when everybody called me Stiles, and it didn’t occur to me to mind. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles came, when I couldn’t wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I’d never find a guy as great as my dad. That was the summer we went to Kellerman’s.
Men Experiencing Labor Pains
With their wives supporting them.
HAHAHHAHAHA TOO GOOD
I bet a kick in the balls would feel real good right about then.
“Men can handle anything”
“Women exaggerate everything”
And then they realized just how wrong they wereNext they need to do a video of them simulating cramps.
These videos bring me great pleasure.
I love that their wives wander in late with Starbucks. That’s how I’d roll, too. “S’ok, babe, you’re doing great. Aw, man! My latte got cold while I was holding your hand through fake labor. That sucks.”
“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever