“Okay... so the garage is my manly cave of masculine awakenings, check!” You race out to ensure that all those faded, 80's nudie pin-ups are still firmly in place. You break out a few tools you've never used in your life, and saw into the wood tables a bit, just to get the saw dust flowing. Umm... that smell has to awaken some burgeoning masculinity, no doubt! Testosteroni! What a great pasta that would make!
While you imagine facial hair shaped noodles, you mindlessly round up the required ingredients. You need some manly 80's music too.... AHA! Motley Cruemlauter should do the trick! Nothing's more manly than Vince Neil! Man... 80's metal sure had some balls! You knew it was true because you could see them through all that glittering spandex! Oh man! What if you could go back to 1983 and.... naw... forget about it. It's just a pipe dream man. Take your medicine and make 2083 your year to shine! And on into the next millennium: it is all yours. You own it, and will it into being, as you convulse and froth stomach chemicals upon the concrete floor. If they could see me now mama! Oh if they could see me now!
Number 1 super star of the NOW league. Lawyering your ex into submission. Oh the lawsuit against your mom's medical practice will be glorious! Wait until your hired professional opinion body slams that recipe into a malpractice suit! You can even name Dr. Bleedwell as partially liable... oh man... why were you worried about your facial hair in the first place? Or wrestling for that matter. Your legal game is TIGHT!