There is nothing worse than a self-absorbed monologuer... which reminds me of a story of my childhood. See, back in those days life was a lot simpler, but that's not to say it wasn't hard. We had our fair share of scraps and troubles. Nonetheless, you knew your butter churn from your baseball bat and that really all there was to making love. Ah, yes, simpler time, when a man was a ma...
