How do you become a man?

I'm actually kind of a pussy, but in the grand scheme of things, in today's day and age,

when I talk about how to be a man, I end up with some salient advice to these young millennials,

because they've been so severely castrated that when I say, get punched in the face once,

it's cone in the barbarian.

I'm Chuck Norris, two young millennials, and I'm a pussy.

In fact, I'm on a golf course right now, walking with my bare feet like Chevy Chase and Caddy Shack,

and the grass is kind of cool, of course, and it hurts my delicate tutsis.

My tutsis are so delicate that my wife doesn't like it when they rub on her leg in bed,

because it feels like a woman's foot, and that's not attractive to her to feel a perfectly smooth baby foot on her leg.

I also notice this with men, when I shake hands, they feel my delicate talcum acts, delicate pause,

and they go, this person's never worked the day in his life, he's sub-fag.

I mean, at least Gaze have worked.

So I'm looking at guys in golf carts, and I'm thinking, these guys are about the same man level as me.

These middle-class, slightly pudgy, you know, upper middle-class guys in golf carts playing golf,

we're about the same, and that's a good bare minimum to be.

In fact, golf is a good way to gauge how much of a man you are.

We're not saying that you have to go out and kill your dinner, although that's obviously awesome.

We're just saying you should be able to play golf, and the fact that everyone's mad at Trump for playing golf shows how few people play golf.

Golf is a giant business meeting.

You know, it's boring to sit at a conference table and go over it, especially because so many women are there.

Oh, so I'm just jumping through the bushes.

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