We met Bigg’s sister on Saturday to watch the nephew’s basketball game (he scored a goal, it was cute.) There were two games going on in the church gymnasium and as I was looking around, I quickly noticed an epidemic of the new D’sWT syndrome. They were everywhere! It was really quite scary.
Yup, Dad’s Without Traps is alive and well in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. As if that weren’t bad enough, the vast majority of Dad’s were thin, soft looking, and overall as unmasculine (is that a word?) as I’ve seen in a while.
It seems I’m very sheltered. Hanging with the Bigg guy (who has very scrumptious traps) and being in the gym so often means the demographics of the men I’m around are skewed. Even the WanAt family men are stacked with former college athletes and a police officer (not the donut eating kind;) To be surrounded by an entire gym full of small, weak looking, effeminate men threw me off.
Honestly, I have no idea what the cure is for D’sWT. It’s rampant and empowered by wives who think big, muscular men look like self mutilated fatties. How do you fight this? Even my 12 year old Oz was bigger than many of these “men.” He’s 12. That should be a hint that you need to up your T and start a pulling program. SRSLY.
Here’s a little cleanse, some Polynesian traps to get the day off to a good start…
You don’t take a good photograph, you make it.