shabs

I want to preface this blog with these facts: I am man's man. I build things...lots of things. I throw things, and they break. I can belch the alphabet. Smash things for fun. I can parrallel park like no other. If you pull my finger, I'll probably rip at thing or two. I put things together without instructions. I sweat... purfusely. I know every word to "Monty Python's Holy Grail". I can grow a sweet, sweet mustache. I swear alot, sometimes at old people and children. I LOVE hot sauce. I teach children how to light firecrackers. I get angry for no reason, other than that I am a man. I chop things, and build you a fire. I own some tools I have never used "just in case".

However, there is one thing I cannot do which is expected of every man: