How many times in your life have you seen a man throw his arms up in the air with hopeless abandon and announce, “I’m so alone?”  If you’re a person equipped with a vagina than I imagine your answer would be, “Too damn many.”

What exactly is the reason why men need someone around (most often in cases a woman, unless you’re a poof)?  Do they need someone to watch them and hold their hand while they cram potato chips into their mouth, fart on the nice sofa and watch an NFL game from 1976?  Do they need someone to listen intently as they wax on about their favorite bands and then watch them play air guitar?  To wash out all the skid marks on their underwear?  Maybe it’s just to reassure them and say, “There, there.  You’re not a complete pathetic loser.”

If it’s just sex then for God sakes get a blowup doll or a hooker.

MAN: *sobbing* I’m so alone!

ME: Then get a dog and shut up.

MAN: But I can’t fuck that.

ME: Then get a female.