If someone invented a way to package sex and put it straight into your mouth, it would taste like beef jerky. When I was six years old, friends and family were shocked when I woke up with one day and had a full-grown beard. My voice was deeper, my hands were calloused, and my balls dangled like pendulums. Doctors diagnosed me with precarious puberty. Nobody knew why I was afflicted by this abnormality until they finally traced it to a manliness gene triggered by the manliest food in the universe: beef jerky.