I love calling it rollerskating. It drives guys like this right up the wall. Er, I mean further up the wall. Somehow he thinks calling them roller blades is supposed to make them cool. I am beset by doubts on that score.
Back before everyone lost their minds, the role of a man and a dog and a rat in nature’s pecking order was well understood. Men are born to get sh*t done. Dogs are domesticated to help them. Rats are nobody’s friend. That’s that. Or, it used to be that, anyway.
They’re hunted to extinction now, but thank God someone got a picture of real men while they were still walking the Earth. I have it on good authority that this is the way real men acted back in the day. They weren’t afraid of a hot rivet, of course, because ten years before this, they’d been shot at by the Wehrmacht and the Imperial Japanese Navy.