- Leaf blowers. Trumpets of Satan designed to ruin an otherwise perfectly lovely fall afternoon.
- Luggage with wheels: real men lug their stuff, weenies roll and block the jetway doing it.
- Flavored coffee: raspberry-hazelnut is up there with a full diaper in my list of stenches to avoid.
- Un-tucked shirts in the office. (exception if the tail is pulled through the fly of one’s trousers for that “Prince Ruprecht” look)
- The words:
- “Really?” uttered to feign disbelief
- “Pivot” (except in the sentence “Perch on this and pivot“
- “Glisten” (up there with “throbbing”
- “Content” (the noun, not the adjective)
- Honkers: I’m mowing the effing lawn, I don’t care if you are driving past my house. You get the middle finger. That includes you Mom.
I couldn’t agree more with #2. At age 68 I carry a Filson leather and canvas duffel which I check and a cheapo L.L. Bean daypack as a carry-on. Wheels are for wimps.
To your #5 I submit: “gotcha” and “moist”.
Okay. Now use them all in a sentence. “moist” most definitely
Engorged…
Real men rake!
With their hands. And wearing leather gloves. And then burn the piles and bake potatoes in them. Weasels hire landscapers to blow them into bags and drag away them away.