Whatever kind of room you find yourself in, guys, if another guy comes up to you and starts talking like that, tell him to shut up… or words to that effect. In fact, if you want to punch him in the face, I will pay your legal fees.
(That was a joke, I can’t afford your legal fees, but maybe we could do that crowd sourcing funding thing, whatever it is called… we will work something out)…
I don’t spend much time in locker rooms. If I did ever end up in one… you know… like if I was chased in there during the zombie apocalypse by hordes of the undead, and some guy in a towel started talking to me about women like that, I would feed him to the zombies. Just sayin’.
Once again, this isn’t a political post. This is just another insight into the inner workings of my skull… where the crack squirrel apocalypse is in full swing… sigh.