I never forward emails but this is pretty good. Ever since I was a little boy I have been glad to be male.
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.You never have to drive to another gas station restroom 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. Graying hair adds attraction.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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God made women so beautiful so that they would like us.
He made them so stupid so that they would like us.
Boys are better because you can have conversations like we had this morning:
M: Remember in Shrek the Third when the baby dragon belched fire and the baby ogre farted it into the fireplace? That was so cool! I wish I could do that!
C: That's impossible. You would burn your booty.
I usually agree with the estimable Mr. Dodson, but I have to disagree with his assessment of the intelligence of the fairer sex.
Don't get me wrong, I have frequently been confounded, and am currently extremely vexed, by the logic employed by gynocological-Americans.
Nonetheless, I attribute this to differences in their 'truth table logic' rather than a design flaw in their processing units.
Don, does the pull out sofa have one of those memory foam mattresses?
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