IT'S ALL OVER

First, female generated sperm, now THIS.

It's all coming to an end, boys. Soon it will be all heavy-lifting-and-jar-opening, all the time.

When they come up with a robot that drinks large and tips big in the bars, we will have no further purpose.

My plan? Go out in a hail of testosterone induced madness.

I'll be semi-conscious with drink, pursuing lowest-common-denominator 'friendship' if you need me.

Which you no longer do, apparently.

Oh, and you can vacuum your own damn carpet, thanks for asking honey.

Hit the link in the damn headline and weep.

Weep for Caliban.