inter-masculated

I don’t think using the internet to help me fix a chainsaw is emasculating. And even if it was, standing at the top of a ladder cutting logs out of the crown of a birch tree with the saw over my head made up for it. Wait, maybe I’m confusing stupidity and masculinity. Either way, the tree is gone. And by “tree,” I mean the fun part – you know, the part above the ground that you get to use the chainsaw for. I’m saving the stump and roots for Michelle.