I ordered panties… well, regular panties. They arrived in some fucking ridiculous size. I'm standing there looking at them and thinking, «What kind of idiot would wear these? These aren't panties, they're like a two-room apartment.» Just for fun, I try them on… they fit, the bastards.😭

Women will never understand the simple joy that men get from simply existing.

A man can come to a new city, wander around for hours, explore random streets, people-watch, and be completely fucking satisfied.

Then a woman joins.

Now we need a plan.

Cafe. Restaurant. Shopping. Tourist attraction. Photo.

Next location.

There must always be something happening.

Meanwhile, a man can grab a good drink, sit somewhere for three hours, watch the world go by, and think:

«Yeah. That's fucking awesome.»

No route. No entertainment. No destination.

Just exist without demanding that existence entertain you.

Being a man is peaceful.

Because, *so far*, nothing has proven otherwise.

They simply haven't run into the person they were looking for yet.

A life of comfort and ease—with a full set of teeth and an unbroken nose—breeds boredom and dissatisfaction.

They crave a rush, some real action!

So, they go looking for it.

And one day, their luck is bound to run out.

If you land a solid punch on the jaw of someone with «uncontrollable» aggression, it turns out they *can* control it after all.

I often see news stories about how some grandma was scammed and thieves stole millions from her. I've never seen a grandpa get scammed. You can't scam a grandpa; he either has nothing or is dead.