‘SHOULD I keep Sancho in my fantasy football team?’ is just one of the questions puzzling dumbshit men across Britain today. A few other reasons why they’re worse:
Paintballing
Only men could be so desperate to fight in a war that they invent paintball, where you pay £130 to be shot. Running around breathless in scrubland off the M62 only to be cut down by three blokes with lives so empty they do this every weekend. That paint budget would’ve been better spent on a lovely Rectory Red Farrow & Ball undercoat for the living room.
Fantasy football
If a man is staring at his phone, chances are he’s making last minute tweaks to his fantasy football team. It’s been a stressful week spent chasing Liverpool fan tweets for updates on Andy Robertson’s ankle. Pathetically he spent longer coming up with his funny team name than he spent choosing his girlfriends’s last five birthday gifts, combined.
Stag dos
Hen dos aren’t much better but the attendees tend not to return home with broken collarbones, no eyebrows and an STI. Women get a bit drunk, cackle and fall out. Men try to chokeslam a waiter through a table outside a Croatian nightclub in a disagreement over a forty kuna tip.
Strip clubs
On paper men have this right. Naked ladies. Check. Access to booze. Check. But really this is an exercise in futility. Men paying £30 for two minutes of a woman they can’t touch gyrating in front of them, so drunk that the next day they can’t remember if she was a blonde or a brunette.
Gambling
No-one can piss money up the wall like a man chasing his gambling losses. Why else do men flock to casinos at the end of a night out? And they all come out mumbling that yeah, over the course of fur hours they just about broke even. Meanwhile the casino had yet another fantastic night.
