Nothing makes me break into a cold sweat like the thought of going clothes shopping. Yet there was no getting around it — it was time to go to the mall again.
Being a single guy and cooking for yourself is tough — at least it is if you're me — unless you consider baking a shitload of asparagus to be cooking.
Women frequently say (to men anyway) that size doesn't matter. But size matters. It always does.
Against my better judgment, I agreed to go grocery shopping with the Houseguest. What was I thinking?