One person’s desperate foolish hopeful attempt to make you laugh by providing endless hours minutes seconds of laughter. Trying to bring some nonsensical, occasionally relevant, boldly irreverent not too hurtful (I have liticaphobia), touchingly personal, or any other type of humor that I can write. Lastly, here’s hoping you laugh.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The Lumbersexual and the Death of Flannel



People have taken the manliest thing a lumberjack and have no turned him into a rugged sexual icon. How dare they turn the beloved lumberjack into a ken doll? A person that dresses in flannel with a beard is now a lumbersexual which sounds like a man who is strangely aroused by lumber. Now if I burn a flannel at an anti-logging protest (I do not even know if that exists), I am a flaming lumbersexual. A disheveled beard and flannel clothing does the same thing; it provides warmth not a statement about sexuality. The Bounty Man does not have enough paper towels to soak up his tears from this new revelation. Looking like a mess is not a choice (at least a good choice) it is the result of hard labor. Good thing the holidays are coming up because you can now ask for a new wardrobe since all the flannels are gone. The other option is shave the bear, but only a fool would do something that terrible.

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