The year after you pack your youngest off to college is a special time in your life as a father. With your children gone, you can finally pursue your interests, like installing a bar in what used to be the nursery, throwing let’s-break-in-the-butterfly-fuck-swing-we-just-bought parties wit...


This is what I imagine the dudes who were on the swim team in high school are up to now. They ran out of sorta homophobic joke-song videos to watch on YouTube, discovered drugs, and invented a nighttime ball sport called Vigilante Wars.