If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my years, other than putting lettuce on a cheesesteak is just announcing that you’re a cave person, it’s that women are out to get us. We’re pretty much prisoners and forced labor. Need the lawn mowed? Last minute grocery runs? Live in a prison of scented candles and excessive amounts of “bathroom spray”? Was there a war that we lost that we didn’t know we were fighting? Then again, boobs…
Are Women Out To Get Us?
