Tell me you're a man without telling me you're a man

Ok, I’ve got one. TERFs get butthurt when I invoke the anti-TERF exception to mansplaining.

My favorite time to go for a long walk is by myself at night. Really clears one’s head.

I like that one too.

At my last temp job I got paid more than my female co-workers.

Jason Isbell, is that you?

I don’t need no goddamn directions.

I’ve got Bitching Betty, the GPS Queen to direct me when driving.

Heterosexual women enjoy sleeping with me.

I dont mind eating alone in a restaurant.

I can take a dump in a public restroom.

I like The Three Stooges.

Is this an acronym?

Yes.
Penis Exists, Nuts Is Same

I was answering the OP.

That’s a terrible name to call your wife!
(I have a friend whose wife backseat-drives something fierce and who parrots the voice instructions the car’s GPS gave a moment before. But much more shrilly. “BBtGQ” would be a perfect nickname for her.)


As to me?

  1. I’m in charge. Even if I just walked in.

  2. Strangers ask me for directions. In places I’ve never been to before.

I don’t “reach out”.

I only need to click barbecue tongs 3 times. Not 2 and not 4.

I really need to organize my nut and bolt collection.

A corollary to “If you wanna drive, get in the back seat!”

“Great party, but there’s a line for the bathroom. I’m running outside to pee in the bushes”.

I know stuff about tanks.

That actually the opposite of what the OP was asking.

I will never, ever master the art of folding clothes.

mmm

My daughter and I did the same stuff as every other kid and parent at the Girl Scout event, but they gave her an extra patch for it.

Twice.

This has frequently happened to me at my workplace. Sometimes I know where the various departments and offices are. But I often wind up sending people to random locations because I don’t want to look ignorant. :crazy_face: