What do you expect from such simple creatures? Your last name
stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care
of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack.
You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear
a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a
water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth.
The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another
gas station rest-room because this one is just too icky. You
don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a
bolt.
Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding
dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your
chest when you're talking to them.
The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.
New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood
all the time. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation
requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of
shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap
problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your
clothes.
Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life. Your belly usually
hides your big hips. One wallet and one pair of shoes one
color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your
legs look.
You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24
in 25 minutes.
No wonder men are happier!!
stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care
of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack.
You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear
a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a
water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth.
The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another
gas station rest-room because this one is just too icky. You
don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a
bolt.
Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding
dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your
chest when you're talking to them.
The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.
New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood
all the time. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation
requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of
shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap
problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your
clothes.
Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life. Your belly usually
hides your big hips. One wallet and one pair of shoes one
color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your
legs look.
You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24
in 25 minutes.
No wonder men are happier!!
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Re: It's a man's world!
Fri, April 1, 2005 - 1:47 PM"A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase."
Lucky bastards.
"Car mechanics tell you the truth."
My car mechanic story: I drove to Walmart with my male friend and parked the car by the side to go ask the mechanic about wait-time, costs, things like that for an oil change. He tells me, so I bring the car over. I get out, keys in hand, and we chat for a few minutes about why my car is smoking (it's not on fire, LOL) and possibilities for a tune-up. My friend gets out of the car and I swear to God, mid-sentence, the mechanic immediately starts addressing all concerns over costs and repairs to HIM! My friend throws his hands up in the air and exclaims "hey bud, don't tell me, I know nothing about cars and it's not mine", and the mechanic continues to talk to him about it all as I sign the papers for the repairs!!! Grrrrr.
