Eventually, when I’m forced to flee New York because I’ve become such a famous blogger that the paparazzi starts taking pictures of me in my underwear and That’s Not Acceptable, I am going to buy a house.
This house will be great and awesome and probably make my neighbors jealous, but I also realize that this house will be Ari’s Domain.
That is how life works.
She will want frilly things like nice coasters and matching towels and probably a welcome mat that has something witty written on it like “Please Wipe Paws Here.”
And that’s fine with me.
Because as I’ve already told her in many Serious Discussions – she can do whatever she wants with the entire house as long as I get the basement.
The basement will be The Man Room.
It will have Man Things in it only.
There will be a giant TV for sports and video games.
There will be art hung from the walls – like this.
Because Bo Knows Man Rooms. That doesn’t sound good, but you get the idea.
And there will be this.
Because that was the coolest part of the movie, you know, when they try and Find Themselves before going and kicking ass.
And there will definitely be this.
Because – well, Robocop is the fucking man. Or robot. Or cyborg. Whatever he wants to be – he’s the fucking man.
I imagine there where will also be this.
Because Johnny didn’t stand a fucking chance.
Aside from this wealth of Amazing Posters, my Man Room will have a Kegerator, and a pool and air hockey table.
Women will only be allowed down if they give The Secret Knock, which will never be given out to my friends girlfriends, wives and mistresses, because they can only cause Trouble.
Yes the Man Room will be a place where me and my friends can escape and talk about the Important Issues Facing Men.
Like how many beers you can drink before you pass out and why No Holds Barred never gets the kind of love it deserves.
It is going to be awesome.