It's odd. I change my life routine and all of a sudden I get writer's block. I can't think of shit to write.
Maybe I should write about happy things. Things that make me smile.
Maybe describing the colors of a rainbow.
Or maybe magical fairies.
Oh wait. Bad idea. Man, that was so gay.
OK, time for some anti-gay karma. Maybe I should think of stuff like Movies for Guys Who Like Movies. Tough guys stuff. That should make me manly.
Maybe I could put together some kind of special group of tough guys. These guys would represent all that is testosterone and sweat.
We could start with a burly construction worker.
Add in a cowboy. Cowboys like William Muny rule.
We should include a cop. To serve and protect. It's a tough job.
A noble savage would match too.
Oh oh. And a rough and tough marine.
And a biker. Can't get more male than a biker.
Put them all together and you'd have the dream team all-star lineup of men, right?
Shit. Guess I missed on that one.
Let me try this again.
Let's take Blade, the vampire killer.
Add in Dalton from Roadhouse.
And the drug lord, Victor Rosa.
We're surely to get a hairy-chested macho movie, right?
DAMMIT!
OK, one last try.
Mad Max, the post-apocalyptic Road Warrior. Drives a souped up car and beats the crap out of mohawked bad guys.
Also shaves his legs and waxes.
FUDGE!
I give up.
