I was around a 3 year old female the other day. She didn't know me, she had a juice and snacks in her hand. She looked around the room and decided. Yep this is a man, he holds my stuff. She she shoved her snacks onto me. Like a dog fetching a stick . I automatically put out my arms like..Yeep. This is what I do...I hold stuff. Because it is my DNA to hold a woman's stuff. At this point I realized this is nature at work. It's not like a woman sits down and says..now this person has a dick, so hand him your cliff bar and naked juice. Nope it is just like practice for the day "I am on my period and I need to try on jeans...here hold this before I get pissed off" You don't want me pissed off because I won't tell you why I am pissed off until I explode in a volcano of emotions in front of your boys at the VFW.
Pioli era was so bad. I would wear a chiefs jacket and old jewish people would hug me and whisper "it will be ok" in herbrew.
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