I haven’t figured out why, but sometimes I wake up farting.
You’d think that after 35 years I would have reverse engineered this algorithm, but I truly haven’t.
Now, I know this topic seems incredibly immature and sophomoric, but let me explain myself.
About a year ago I participated in a men’s weekend retreat out in the country. About 15 participants and 13 facilitators gathered together for three days of serious work with the intent of exploring truth, shadows, and learning how to be a better man. It was intense and emotional, and I saw dudes explore rage, shame, fear and sadness, as well as joy.
About a year ago I participated in a men’s weekend retreat out in the country. About 15 participants and 13 facilitators gathered together for three days of serious work with the intent of exploring truth, shadows, and learning how to be a better man. It was intense and emotional, and I saw dudes explore rage, shame, fear and sadness, as well as joy.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
