A buddy of mine recently told me that he and his girlfriend have an arrangement. The deal is this: They both have a list of five celebrities they are allowed to sleep with in the highly unlikely event that such an opportunity presents itself. Oh, but I’m wise to the she-brain. I had to nobly inform my friend that this was not a binding agreement. That it’s just a way that women humor men.

You women think you’re so-o-o-o clever. But are you really? Or is it that men are just real knuckleheads when it comes to believing what we want to be true? It’s not receding! She loves graphic novels. I can bang another woman and she’ll be fine with it. We want to trust you, especially when you give us tacit approval to stick it in another woman, even if she is out of our league. Out of our dimension, really. “It’s best not to fall for this trap,” I told him. “I’ve been there! Dudes 4 eva!” This conclusion ticked my brodawg off a little: It was a real agreement, and for that matter, he had the upper hand. In the right circumstance, he was fairly confident he could rail Megan Fox. That poor deluded bastard. Keep reading »