“UGGGHHHH!!! That’s disgusting!” I screech at my husband.
“Wha?” He casually drawls out while pulling up his pants “All men do it”.
I’ve told my husband a million times not to exaggerate.
That being said, I think he has Manopause.
The last-straw symptom of this horrible male disease is charging out of the bathroom like Superman out of a phone booth and proudly announcing the size of his latest turd –
...right down to the last micro-inch as if discovering the cure for world hunger.
And when he just stands there after this enlightening proclamation waiting for applause for his Man-Potty….well, sorry to say, you know he’s doomed.
Drilling down to the root of this elusive ailment, I have concluded that some of the other more prominent Manopause warning symptoms can be Watch How I Can Fart And Pick My Nose Anywhere I Want or Ass Scratching Is My Favorite New Thing to Do in Public.
He has never suffered like this before.
Should I call the doctor????
What if it gets worse?
I’ve been charting these various symptoms over the last few months and I am now convinced that Manopause can be the only diagnosis.
Think Fox would be interested?
It could be news.
Well, in any event, I feel much better giving it a name because the alternative is well...having to clap for Man Potty.
So I need to help him.
Anyone have a cure?