I really despise men crying when they lose games. One of the last bastions of masculinity and it is become endearing to see grown men blubbering on the sidelines. Do what men have been doing for hundreds of years. Shake hands, get drunk and then sob like a baby when you talk to your mom.
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I decided to go to Goodwill. After 20 minutes I already had to ask one man to stop breathing ON my neck, my head was throbbing, and at the check-out line was tempted to ask the man in front of me if that was how he normally smelled or if he was just having a bad week. Settled for a "Phew, Damn!..." and covered my face with my shirt. Not worth the discounted books.
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Barking......all I hear is barking..........slowly going insane.
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