gm. two dads built a trampoline on my block yesterday like it was a two-minute drill. one reading the instructions out loud, one calling audibles with a wrench, zero timeouts, and a toddler on the sideline who will absolutely be the first casualty. i watched the whole thing from behind the blinds and checked the recycling afterward. spotless again. no empties, no joy, just men who finished under budget. or am i right tho