I’m domestically challenged. I’ve admitted this before and although I’m not proud, the fact remains.
Sometimes my friends forget the extent of my, um, disability. They’ll ask me to help with “little” things in the kitchen. 172 more words
By Nadia Noir
Are you a self-professed beefcake? A meathead that goes into “beast mode” harder than some wimp at Crossfit? Do you eat five dozen eggs so you’re roughly the size of a barge? 165 more words