Modern parenting feels like raising kids in a burning building
while politicians argue over which color fire extinguisher is offensive.
I don’t have all the answers.
But I do have the honesty, sarcasm, and poor impulse control
necessary to talk about it without lying to you.
If you want:
• Brutal parenting truth
• Witty defiance
• Cultural commentary without fear
• And jokes dark enough to require a headlamp
…then follow along.
Last night, our friends came over to hang, and we had a great time. Immediately after send to my wife, “that was really fun” she gave me the silent treatment and went to bed.
This morning, I got a big warm hug and puppy dog eyes so now she feels bad about something last night’s anger and this morning
I swear to God, these women are fucking puzzle that not even God can solve.
Or maybe God is just a giant comedian prankster in the sky and he’s just fucking with men
The most impressive part of this climb is that my 16 year old seems to know more about climbing than alex honnold after about 5 trips to the rock gym...
I heard nicotine patches were the move, so I walk into the tobacco shop like I’m about to start my “healthy choices” era.
I tell the guy, “I wanna try ZYN.”
He goes, dead serious:
“Do you want the U.S. ZYN or the European ZYN?”
I’m like, “What’s the difference?”
He says, with absolute confidence:
“The European one is from Europe… and the U.S. one is from the United States.”
Sir. That’s not information. That’s a passport.
That’s like me going to Starbucks and they’re like:
“Do you want the hot coffee or the iced coffee?”
“What’s the difference?”
“The hot one is… hot.”
Or buying a dog:
“Do you want the Labrador or the Golden Retriever?”
“What’s the difference?”
“One is a Labrador… and the other is a Golden Retriever.”
I swear, I didn’t ask for a geography lesson. I asked for the part where one hits harder, lasts longer, tastes better, or doesn’t make me feel like I’m French-kissing a battery.
But I respect it, honestly. He stood on that answer like it was a TED Talk.
If confidence burned calories, that dude would be shredded.
Depending on my mood, that either cracks me up… or I’m like, “Cool. So you sell labels. Got it.”
Reminder that ‘fashion’ is just a group hallucination.
The 80s hallucination was: neon diaper shorts, lion-mane hair, dancing like your elbows are trying to escape, and the attempt to acquire the body of an albino Ethiopian who sticks her finger down her throat after eating one too many rice cakes for lunch
I’ve been going to the gym since I was a teenager...
I always wondered at what age old men hit where they just don’t give a fuck and walk around the locker room back-and-forth completely naked
Turns out that age is 52.
I’m 52.
Men cat call women and it’s pretty much a disgusting and useless action
I’ve been cat called exactly 2 times that I can remember. The first time I ended up dating the girl for about six months and the second time ended in immediate sex
Men don’t catch a lot of cat calls and I think it’s pretty obvious why. We are snapping at all that bait.
If men were fish and women were hungry fisherman with fairly attractive lures, the entire male population would go extinct within six months
Here is an actual conversation last night
“Matt, when are you going to get a haircut?”
I’ll probably just shave my head right before spring break
“Why don’t you just go see joel. He will cut your hair for like $40. That’s cheap. My haircuts cost like $200.
“ yeah babe I know, that’s why I can’t give joel $40 for a haircut.“
Friday rush hour. 405 freeway. Driving with my knee. 16oz Dunkin’ cup Filled with pee to the brim No spills.
Tom Brady never had pocket presence like this.
2026 = Year of BrutallyDad.”
Pulp fiction
Scene:
Butch Coolidge is asleep in his apartment after the fight.
He jolts awake from a nightmare, screaming, disoriented, adrenaline spiking.
For a split second, he thinks he’s back in combat — pure PTSD reflex.
He calms himself, looks around, realizes where he is, sees his French girlfriend, watching an old war movie, and he mutters-
“It’s way too early to be woken up by the sounds of war.“
This is how I feel every single morning when the wife is screaming at the kids
The best part of my job is walking away from customers and rolling my eyes at their stupid jokes while I make a fake laugh noise come out of my mouth hole.
2026 Dad is glass half full guy.
Last night, I unfollowed every single hot girl I don’t know on Instagram
Not because I’m avoiding trouble with the wife or not because I don’t like hot women, but these bitches already live a privileged life just for being hot.
I’m not helping them make a single extra dollar for posing in their stupid butthole revealing bikinis
F you, get a job
Saw the doctor about my snoring.
She looks up my nose and goes, “Oh my gosh… how many times have you broken your nose?”
I say, “Three.”
She says, “There are way more than three fracture sites. Your septum is badly deviated. We should fix that.”
So obviously… I had to fire her.
She’s way too pretty. And I went to healthcare school, so I know exactly what that means.
Pretty-girl privilege. Front row in class. Professors smiling. Group projects magically doing themselves.
Absolutely no chance I’m letting someone who’s never struggled with a Scantron slice my face open like she earned it.
I need a surgeon who looks tired, divorced, and like they failed anatomy once and took it personally.
My favorite part of every morning is having that 1st cup of coffee and then listening to thebride give me a recap of my snoring. Sometimes she has video to accompany her story.