I am about at my wits end seeing all the pathetic men out there who were conditioned, just like me, to bust their asses and refuse to give a fuck about their careers and spend their time playing X-Box like a bunch of idiots.
I feel bad for this generation of women searching and searching to find a feature in a man that should be a given.
It goes like this: show up, every fucking day, never call in sick, dress for the job you want, not the one you have, and do the best at whatever you do. When the day is done, it is not done. Take a training class online. Go back to college. Learn to be better at something. Set up a side business.
It IS all about the Benjamin’s. Don’t let pathetic weak losers in society tell you there is something wrong with being greedy. Greed is good. Be better.
And when you are done. You are not done. Now it’s time to play. To unwind.
Enjoy life. Stop and have fun. If you are a dad, share that fun with your kids.
Be the best fucking dad you know. This is the real job you have and never lose sight of that. This job – this is the one that matters most. Do it with as much passion as the last.
Ask yourself who the best dad you know is and do what he does and then do more. Love your kids. Kiss them. Cuddle them up no matter how old they are and laugh and tell stupid Dad jokes and let your daughters dress you up and play Barbies and do whatever they want. Turn on YouTube on your TV and dance with your girls like a moron and watch them laugh and dance with you.
And if you have a special lady, make her feel like your world every fucking day. Make her laugh. Make her crave you. Make her cum and cum and cum and cum and end her day in a balled up wet mess from eating her and fingering her and fucking her into oblivion.
There is no time for X-Box. There is no time for DVR.
Man the fuck up.
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