I honestly think if you wear a Whoop and spend $100 a month for an app to tell you that you’re tired or not you’re a massive fag.
I don’t need some little gay wristband to tell me if I didn’t sleep well or not. It’s pretty clear that I’ll know when I wake up.
Thanks.
At the driving range. Tee up a ball for my driver. Turn to the boomer hitting balls next to me:
“Sup, unc. My friends all call me “pipe nigga” know why? I’ll give you a hint:
Square up. Swing *PING. Major slice. Loud crack in the distance from my ball making direct solid contact with one of the neighboring houses adjacent to the range.
Put my driver back in my bag without making eye contact. Pick up my bag and walk swiftly with my head down back to my car, almost at a jog.
I maybe hit 5 balls out of the 45 I paid for.
Get home. Wife: “hey that was fast”
“Yeah, everyone at the range was gay so I came back early”
Happy Father’s Day to me.