Yesterday, on the float trip, I said to Wally: "I don't want to work anymore in my construction job as a sticky tile applier. I want to live a life of leisure, sipping girl drinks with little umbrellas in them all day from a giant coconut while I keep up with all my favorite reality TV shows!" (Or something like that.)
It turns out, as reported that very same day in the New York Times, that I'm not the first to think about this.
Check out this story about "men who don't work and the women who love them." (Or something like that.)
Enjoy!
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