Monday, May 17, 2010
My Kind of Guy
Ever heard of a Dutch Oven? I'll give you a hint: I'm not talking about the $350 Le Creuset piece you've been saving up for. It has to do with blankets and, ahem, intestinal distress. The distress is, of course, compounded if someone shares your bed.
Until now. Enter, this guy. Now, we know this is a man's man for several reasons. One, he was inspired to invent this while bow-hunting for deer. This is where a lot of real men do their real thinking. They'll tell you they do it in the bathroom too. But they're lying. Even if they refer to it as "the Office" there is no legitimate work being done in there.
Second, he made this life and marriage-saving device out of military-issue chemical protective suits. Any guy who smells so bad that his only recourse is to enshroud his spouse in a blanket of chemical protective suits from the military, is, by all definitions, a real man. Or he needs to lay off the deer meat.
Third, when asked if his invention has improved his marriage in any way, he responded, "I don't wake my wife up anymore."
Wait. Did you really just admit that you passed gas THAT WOKE YOUR WIFE UP?!
So to recap: bow-hunting, military chemical protective suits, deer meat, dutch oven stink bombs. This is what a male-dominated house will do to a girl.
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