Last week, I was listening to the main country radio station in LA (yes, apparently they have hicks out here on the west coast too), and the DJs were discussing gifts for the man in your life. I know what you’re thinking…that they recommended Craftsman tools, Old Spice aftershave or Dodgers tickets.
Nnnnyyyyahhhh. (Sound of the you’re-so-far-off-base-you’re-out buzzer)
Nope, they claimed the man in my life would prefer Botox to eliminate the laugh lines from his forehead and around his eyes. Okay, so the Dodgers aren’t on fire lately, but Botox?
WTF? Tech Guy would no sooner let someone come at his face with a syringe full of botulism than he would invite me to bash him in the noggin with that Craftsman wrench.
And what are they calling this gift-of-the-year for guys? You got it…Bro-tox.
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This week is Slam Dance Week so find yourself a mosh pit and get after it. Or better yet, just stay home and take half of dozen aspirin to combat the headache you would’ve had if you’d indulged in a punk-fest.
