Showing posts with label beta males. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beta males. Show all posts
So...the Superbowl ads. To paraphrase everyone on the internet, including Psychology Today: what the f*ck was that? I had no idea I was a smelly, whiny, hopelessly whipped, chocolate-deprived manboy with ails seated so deeply that only an outdated, over-accessorized sport sedan could save me.
