There’s a force in this universe that men cannot deny themselves. It is so mysterious and powerful that one moment it warms the cockles of your heart, then in the next instant it can tear out your very soul. Gentlemen, you know it simply as… The Cleavage.
As my son has just hit 14 year’s of age – on his way to earning his Mancard – I’ve noticed his interest in girls getting more and more obvious. Each morning before school he hoses himself down with AXE body spray, and when mixed with Fritos for lunch it makes for an interesting middle-school aphrodisiac. Plus he’s doing a lot of Myspace messaging back and forth with the young ladies, which I say, “kudos little dude.”
When I was growing up I always loved cartoons and kids shows – Bugs, Daffy, Tweetie, Tom & Jerry, Woody, Popeye, and the Roadrunner. Little did I realize, that great stuff was from the 1940’s and the 50’s. Who cared, it was on Saturday mornings and I didn’t go out until they were done airing at around noon. My brother and I would pour ourselves a big ol’ bowl Cocoa Puffs or Frosted Flakes (Which were called Sugar
