Real Men Love Destruction.

Remember as a kid, when you'd take painstaking hours to set up thousands of dominoes just for that few seconds of pure bliss you got watching them all crash down?. Alright.. Who's kidding who here, it isn't just kids and it certainly isn't just dominoes.
It's the pure bliss you got when you smashed that so and so, or Destroyed that whatchamacallit, or threw that thing off that really tall other thing.
You're probably sitting there right now, grinning like a priest with a fresh set of choirboys, and nodding along with memories of televisions flying weightless through the air, only to meet their ear shattering doom on cement pillars below. Well if you are, welcome to the "guy with a pair" club.
If you aren't, or you think destroying things is stupid, then you're obviously a chick, which is excusable because it's not your fault (you were born that way)
If you aren't a chick, then you're probably a self righteous hippy who's lacking a set of nuts and would rather spend their days hugging what is soon to be my new kitchen cabinets, whilst smelling like patchouli. I think there's some trees that need planting somewhere anyhow, you should probably hop it... Shame on you..




YOU SEE?! Dominoes aren't just for the kiddies. They bring excitement to quasi-grown men like only a few other things could (Think wads of someone else's money, Saint Catherines St., Montreal, Saturday night)
Inso facto, that may be the only reason men build anything in the first place. Destruction!
My theory is: We don't build huge skyscrapers and statues because we have small penises and feel we can make up for it by "erecting phalli" (HAHA!) in cities across the world. NO!
We build them because, eventually, we will get to watch them get blown the HELL up, and come crumbling to the ground in a massive man pleasing pile of joy.
I do realize buildings usually last longer than people do... But rest easy in the knowledge our sons or grandsons will have such pleasures.
It's Dy No Mite.