I was in the elevator going home yesterday and someone said “Are you going to watch the big game tonight?” and I had absolutely no clue what they were talking about. Apparently I’ve totally lost interest in the Vikings. I had heard background noise about Randy Moss returning and Brett Favre sexting someone and couldn’t have cared less. Not sure how or when it happened, but my interest in sports, with the exception of the Twins, is non-existent. And even my interest in the Twins is not of the level that would keep any major league team afloat or probably even a little league team.
I went online to find out what the whole Favre matter was about and just shook my head. I can’t believe how stupid men can be. There is the obvious question of the idiocy that makes them believe that if they cheat no one will ever find out. If you are slightly famous, and you cheat someone will find out — that’s a given. There are herds of websites and reporters out there who are doing nothing but looking for scandals. You are not going to be the exception. But the less obvious question, and really the most important one is, why do men think we want to look at their pee-pees? They aren’t pretty, or impressive, or interesting.
When women are younger they have a curiosity, but in reality, after seeing a dozen or so pee-pees, I think 98% of us would prefer you keep them holstered. Yes, we know you like to look at breasts and such but we really don’t have the same need to peek. Actually if you are going to send a picture most of us would prefer a nice behind. And most of us would prefer if that nice behind was associated with a nice person and a splendid brain. Now if all of that is covered with Keifer Sutherland looks I wouldn’t complain.