Diary of a Wimpy Guy

I got an email from the “Testosterone Support Center” and even though I assumed it was spam, I was still offended and wondered how my name ended up on that list.

Admittedly, the Village People did not have me in mind when they penned their hit song, Macho Man. But also, come on. I just spent half the day on Sunday watching football which is basically a test fest. The testosterone is so thick it practically oozes from the screen and I’m pretty sure it can be absorbed, sort of like photosynthesis. By the time the Green Bay–Dallas game started, I needed a shave. And by halftime, I wanted to splash on some Axe Body Spray and buy a pair of cowboy boots.