I’ll have you know that I am a constant lifter of the toilet seat. My wife demands it! After having ensured the toilet seat is in the up-right position, I piss near and all around the general area of the toilet bowl! Once my bladder has been completely voided, I always make sure to place the seat back down in the girl- friendly position.
I almost fell out of my chair for number 11. If I had a dollar for every wife and girlfriend that said. “Hey, I’m not your mother.” I’d have enough for a gallon of gas. In Oklahoma, not here in San Diego.
If there is, then I think we should kidnap all the guys we know, round ‘em up in a cattle truck and ship ‘em off for a bit o’ learnin’s.
I probably shouldn’t be–I should keep my mouth shut, but I never learned about tact–but I’m curious about what classes the guys think we should take. This thought train reminds me of why I read Mr. H’s men’s magazines. Not because I’m interested in seeing scantily clad women draped upside-down over couches or reading about fart jokes, but because occasionally there is a serious article or two that provides me insight into what guys really think of us. So far my research has only pulled up enough facts for me to conclude that they seem confused and that to deal with their confusion they use a desperate kind of humor.
Okay. There might be a class that I could use. Perhaps even two… but not likely. I’m pretty damned near perfect as it is. Though, I’m wondering if that may play into the fact that I’m still single. Womens like to mold and shape their menfolks into what they consider perfect. With me, it’s a moot point. How does one improve upon perfection?
June 28th, 2008 at 11:26 am
I’ll have you know that I am a constant lifter of the toilet seat. My wife demands it! After having ensured the toilet seat is in the up-right position, I piss near and all around the general area of the toilet bowl! Once my bladder has been completely voided, I always make sure to place the seat back down in the girl- friendly position.
June 28th, 2008 at 1:03 pm
i would say at least 65% of these classes would result in my death
June 28th, 2008 at 1:11 pm
Mr. H needs class #7
June 28th, 2008 at 3:51 pm
I almost fell out of my chair for number 11. If I had a dollar for every wife and girlfriend that said. “Hey, I’m not your mother.” I’d have enough for a gallon of gas. In Oklahoma, not here in San Diego.
June 29th, 2008 at 6:11 am
Is there a “group rate”? You know, can I get a discount if I sign someone up for all of the classes?
July 1st, 2008 at 1:17 pm
If there is, then I think we should kidnap all the guys we know, round ‘em up in a cattle truck and ship ‘em off for a bit o’ learnin’s.
I probably shouldn’t be–I should keep my mouth shut, but I never learned about tact–but I’m curious about what classes the guys think we should take. This thought train reminds me of why I read Mr. H’s men’s magazines. Not because I’m interested in seeing scantily clad women draped upside-down over couches or reading about fart jokes, but because occasionally there is a serious article or two that provides me insight into what guys really think of us. So far my research has only pulled up enough facts for me to conclude that they seem confused and that to deal with their confusion they use a desperate kind of humor.
July 5th, 2008 at 2:37 pm
Okay. There might be a class that I could use. Perhaps even two… but not likely. I’m pretty damned near perfect as it is. Though, I’m wondering if that may play into the fact that I’m still single. Womens like to mold and shape their menfolks into what they consider perfect. With me, it’s a moot point. How does one improve upon perfection?
Oh… and no comment about your research.