The Curse of the Instruction Manual, or Being a Weedy Man
Aah, the instruction manual. The bane of my life. Real Men don’t need them, of course. Real Men can look at a cot, or a toy, or a wardrobe, and […]
Aah, the instruction manual. The bane of my life. Real Men don’t need them, of course. Real Men can look at a cot, or a toy, or a wardrobe, and […]