Typically our cars are always screwing us. Breaking down on the Interstate, those pesky oil changes. This guy turns that around and, well, you know. Not sure why, but, hey, judge not less ye be judged. I mean, maybe I should consider it. After all, I do always manage to turn my car on. Seriously, the section heading says it all. There's no need for any humor writing here.
We all have difficulties in letting go of the past. But rather than living vicariously through his son or buying a Dodge Avenger (I assume he's on a tight budget) this guy makes an entire shit storm out of the problem. Digging deep in the memory bank, clear back to infancy. Ha! And my mom thinks I'm immature.
As if having the name Boomer isn't weird enough this guy has to challenge the balance of things. This guy literally thinks he is a dog. He wears collars, sleeps in a dog house, barks, and humps pillows... Again. The humor writes itself. Also, if you look closely at the picture you should realize the stricking resemblence betwen the guy on the left and the giant teddy bear in the back. You know, that is if you aren't entranced by the guy who thinks he's a dog.
You know how I said earlier, "judge not less ye be judged?" Please do so, because this is fucking weird. Judging is really just a natural defense mechanism that protects you from being carved into meat patties in a basement or falling victim to a ruthless dominatrix like this one. This leather wearing fun-time likes to dress guys up as a sex-dog-robot things and walk them around the park, among other things... I wonder if her favorite position is doggystyle.
On this year's "National Relationship Day" just take a minue to think about this: Your single, I'm single, yet this guy is engaged, probably married by now and madly in love. And he wears skintight body suits. It's a fetish known as zentai. What's say about my personality?... On the brighter note I bet it's really hard for him to hide his boner.