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The Agony and the Ecstasy of Post-Orgasm Torture, Delicious Hot Dog Water and Going Gray, the Obama Way

I’ve noticed something interesting recently: I’m going gray.

In fairness, it’s not a total salt-and-pepper takeover. But at the moment, I have somewhere between five and ten gray hairs sprouting indiscriminately around my head. My assumption is, by the end of the decade, I will be full-on gray.

I’m not sure how former President Obama — who recently said that the stress of the presidency “earned [him] his gray hair,” the truth of which we attempt to ascertain here — feels about going gray. I, for one, welcome my gray-hair overlords. It’s working for Jeff Goldblum. And Idris Elba. And Mark Ruffalo, your girlfriend’s boyfriend.

So please, stress: Take my dark brown, almost black hair and give me some gray. I think I’ve earned it.

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The Future is Hot Dog Water

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Things Are Going Gray, Thanks

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Booze is an Unreliable Narrator

You know that great night you had where you drank your face off, everyone was laughing at all your jokes and then you ended your evening chatting up some nice Tinderoni who definitely wants to bang? Yeah, it probably didn’t go down that way.

That’s because alcohol is a sneaky little fucker who tricks your brain into downplaying the bad parts of your night and highlights only the good ones. So in between all your killer bits, you were probably making a total and complete ass out of yourself, and it’s all alcohol’s fault.

Sip on that.