WARNING: NOT FOR PRUDES OR EASILY OFFENDED FEMINISTS
As a man, it is our manly duty to have a manly playlist that entices the ladies. But then again, I don’t need a playlist to entice the ladies—I’m already irresistible. Here’s what I listen to with my woman:
Her: “You’re disgusting.”
Me, the man: “What? I thought you said you wanted to slow dance.”
Manly me: "This is my idol baby."
Her: "You're an idiot."
Me, manly man: "So is your face."
Her: "What are your political views?"
Man=Me: "You know what politics is? But... you're a woman..."
Me, the uber man: "Honey, I'm sick."
Her: "Want some chicken noodle soup?"
Total stud muffin, a.k.a me: "No, but I think you know what I need WINK WINK."
Me, about to be a total man: "Honey, I've got a confession."
Me, the man: "Tina got a big ole butt, so I'm leaving you."