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Men, Get the F##k Off the Couch and Do Some Housework

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The majority of guys are lazy, sooky, mummy’s boys. Don’t believe me? Have a conversation with any woman in a relationship with a dude and you can bet pretty much most of them will say their man does absolutely nothing around the house. And they mean nothing. As in doesn’t lift a God-damn finger, nothing.

How does this happen? How do two people get to the point where it seems totally normal for one to do every piece of housework while the other doesn’t do any? To me, it sounds like utter insanity. Read the rest of this entry »

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Freebies? Are You Kidding?

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Honey? Should my new toothbrush make my teeth smoke?

Remember freebies? I’ll bet you do. They were great, weren’t they? They created loyalty, excitement, and just a little bit of alcoholism.

Not anymore though. Getting a freebie from a business these days is like trying to catch a fart in a strainer – it’s just not gonna happen.

Back in the good old days, like, 2002, I could walk into every second bar and be greeted by a smiling, beady eyed manager who would ply me full of free booze. Read the rest of this entry »

Written by Jake Fox

January 16, 2012 at 11:02 pm

Pink Jobs, Blue Jobs

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‘My old enemy, we meet again.’

It’s safe to say society has changed since the middle ages. We have running water, garbage trucks, and the ability to check Facebook from the comfort of our own beds. The days of brushing our teeth with charcoal and having to marry the first person we accidentally knock-up, or get knocked-up by, are way behind us. Read the rest of this entry »

I Think I Hear My Youth Screaming Goodbye

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‘Hey, I’ve got your enthusiasm right here.’

We’re all getting older.

You’re now older than you were since you just read that line. Now you’re even older again. It’s unavoidable. Like a hangover, or farting in bed.

I mean, we all know we’re on a constantly ticking journey towards a tearful eulogy and eager relatives at our will reading, but there are some parts of growing older that seem to sneak up on you. You turn around and suddenly bam! Father time has kicked you in the balls and stolen a few things that you once held closely and dearly to your younger, more enthusiastic self. Read the rest of this entry »

I Do – But I Don’t Do Your Name.

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This is a debate I know can get ugly. After writing, I’m going to be looking over my shoulder expecting to be dragged into dark alleys by high-powered female business women and academics. I’ll be tied up with their slimming Shapewear, beaten with iPads and left as a warning to other men who foolishly dare broach the subject.

This subject can get ugly.

After watching a movie the other day called Hot Tub Time Machine – seriously hilarious, there’s a drunken dude dressed as a bear, freakin gold. I began thinking about the traditionally slippery slope of working out what happens to your surname after marriage.

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