Why do men always want to hog all these enjoyable past-times? Next they'll be claiming that stuff like stepping on frozen puddles on the side of the road to hear the satisfying cracking noises is a "guy thing". Like please, we all know men don't go outside.
But when I do, I throw large rocks into bodies of water from great heights. It's one of those instinctual things I just can't control, but it only happens when I go outside.