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The Guys' Rules

 

At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down

 

Finally, the guys' side of the story.

 

We always hear "the rules" from the female side.

Now here are the rules from the male side.

These are our rules!

Please note... these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!

 

1. Learn to work the toilet seat.

You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.

We need it up, you need it down.

You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.

 

1. Shopping is NOT a sport.

And no, we are never going to think of it that way.

 

1. Crying is blackmail.

 

1. Ask for what you want.

Let us be clear on this one:

Subtle hints do not work!

Strong hints do not work!

Obvious hints do not work!

Just say it!

 

1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost

every question.

 

1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it.

That's what we do.

Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

 

1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem.

See a doctor.

 

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an

argument.

In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days.

 

1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect

us to act like soap opera guys.

 

1. If you think you're fat, you probably are.

Don't ask us.

 

1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one

of the ways makes you sad or angry,

we meant the other one.

 

1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you

want it done.

Not both.

If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.

 

1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say

during commercials.

 

1. Christopher Columbus did not need directions and neither

do we.

 

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.

Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a

fruit.

We have no idea what mauve is.

 

1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.

 

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act

like nothing's wrong.

We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.

 

1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to,

expect an answer you don't want to hear.

 

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you

wear is fine...Really.

 

1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are

prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun

formation,

or monster trucks.

 

1. You have enough clothes.

 

1. You have too many shoes.

 

1. I am in shape. Round is a shape.

 

1. Thank you for reading this.

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QUOTE (Digital Man @ Apr 13 2005, 03:56 PM)

1. Learn to work the toilet seat.
You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.
We need it up, you need it down.
You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.

That is very important and has needed to be said for a long, long, long time

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QUOTE (Digital Man @ Apr 13 2005, 11:56 AM)

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.
Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a
fruit.
We have no idea what mauve is.

some of my walls have a 'mauve' color...

 

 

 

 

the "man" of the house calls it purple... laugh.gif

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QUOTE (Digital Man @ Apr 13 2005, 10:56 AM)
1. You have enough clothes.

1. You have too many shoes.

Blasphemy!!!!

 

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here ya go gentleman.... a little help....

 

 

 

This explains it all!!!

 

 

Why Women Are Crabby

 

We started to "bud" into our blouses at 9 or 10 years

old only to find

out that anything that came in contact with those

tender, blooming buds hurt

so bad it brought us to tears. So came the

ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would

snap until we had calluses on our backs.

 

Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or

sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we

got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our

legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we

had.

 

Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not)

was having sex for

the first time which was about as much fun as having a

ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils, leaving us to wonder

what all the fuss was about.

 

Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live

on dry crackers

and water for a few months so we didn't spend the

entire day leaning over Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are

(and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside

us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were

preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.

 

Our once flat bellies looked like we had swallowed a

watermelon whole and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the

big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst

right in the middle of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon

feet, moaning in pain

all the way to the ER.

 

Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB

says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push.

Just one more good push

(more like 10)," warranting a strong, well-deserved

impulse to punch the OB and hubby square in the face for making us cram a

wiggling, mushroom-headed 10 lb bowling ball through a keyhole.

 

After that, it was time to raise those angels only to

find that when all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little

darlings morphed

into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing,

life-sucking little poop machines.

 

Then... come their teen years. Need I say more?

 

When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our

voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his

somewhere around his 18th birthday and is now all but null and void.

 

So we progress into the grand finale: "The Menopause,"

the Grandmother

of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance

cancer in those now seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether Regions,

or, sweat like a hog, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the

head off anything that moves.

 

Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than

men when men get off so easy INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being

able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...

 

So, while I love being a woman, "Womanhood" would make

the Great Gandhi a tad crabby.

 

Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right. Bite me.

 

Send this to bright women you know and make their

day!!! Or at least make them laugh a little... but not too hard or

they may pee their panties.

 

The Seven Dwarfs of Menopause.

 

Itchy, Bitchy, Sweaty, Sleepy, Bloated,

Forgetful and Psycho.

 

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QUOTE (ladirushfan80 @ Apr 14 2005, 05:53 AM)
Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right. Bite me.

Hell yes!!!

 

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QUOTE (ladirushfan80 @ Apr 14 2005, 05:53 AM)
here ya go gentleman.... a little help....



This explains it all!!!


Why Women Are Crabby

We started to "bud" into our blouses at 9 or 10 years
old only to find
out that anything that came in contact with those
tender, blooming buds hurt
so bad it brought us to tears. So came the
ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would
snap until we had calluses on our backs.

Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or
sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we
got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our
legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we
had.

Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not)
was having sex for
the first time which was about as much fun as having a
ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils, leaving us to wonder
what all the fuss was about.

Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live
on dry crackers
and water for a few months so we didn't spend the
entire day leaning over Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are
(and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside
us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were
preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.

Our once flat bellies looked like we had swallowed a
watermelon whole and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the
big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst
right in the middle of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon
feet, moaning in pain
all the way to the ER.

Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB
says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push.
Just one more good push
(more like 10)," warranting a strong, well-deserved
impulse to punch the OB and hubby square in the face for making us cram a
wiggling, mushroom-headed 10 lb bowling ball through a keyhole.

After that, it was time to raise those angels only to
find that when all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little
darlings morphed
into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing,
life-sucking little poop machines.

Then... come their teen years. Need I say more?

When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our
voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his
somewhere around his 18th birthday and is now all but null and void.

So we progress into the grand finale: "The Menopause,"
the Grandmother
of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance
cancer in those now seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether Regions,
or, sweat like a hog, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the
head off anything that moves.

Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than
men when men get off so easy INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being
able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...

So, while I love being a woman, "Womanhood" would make
the Great Gandhi a tad crabby.

Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right. Bite me.

Send this to bright women you know and make their
day!!! Or at least make them laugh a little... but not too hard or
they may pee their panties.

The Seven Dwarfs of Menopause.

Itchy, Bitchy, Sweaty, Sleepy, Bloated,
Forgetful and Psycho.

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I love the seven dwarfs of womanhood. Shall we call them the seven little piss ants of womanhood? laugh.gif

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HOW TO IMPRESS A WOMAN:

Compliment her,

cuddle her,

kiss her,

caress her,

love her,

stroke her,

tease her,

comfort her,

protect her,

hug her,

hold her,

spend money on her,

buy things for her,

listen to her,

care for her,

stand by her,

support her,

go to the ends of the earth for her....

 

 

HOW TO IMPRESS A MAN:

Show up naked.

Bring beer.

 

 

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QUOTE (Cygnus @ Sep 1 2005, 02:21 PM)
HOW TO IMPRESS A WOMAN:
Compliment her,
cuddle her,
kiss her,
caress her,
love her,
stroke her,
tease her,
comfort her,
protect her,
hug her,
hold her,
spend money on her,
buy things for her,
listen to her,
care for her,
stand by her,
support her,
go to the ends of the earth for her....


HOW TO IMPRESS A MAN:
Show up naked.
Bring beer.

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A man comes home from work and finds his wife admiring

her breasts in the mirror. He asks, "What are you doing?"

 

She replies, "I went to the doctor today, and he told me I have

the breasts of a 25 year old."

 

The husband retorts, "Well, what did he say about your 50

year old ass?"

 

She replied, "Frankly dear, your name never came up."

 

 

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8 Things You Will Never Hear a Woman Say

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8. What do you mean today's our anniversary?

 

7. Can we not talk to each other tonight? I'd rather just watch TV.

 

6. Ohhhhhh, this diamond is wayyyyyyyyy tooooooo big!

 

5. Can our relationship get a little more physical? I'm tired of being 'just friends'

 

4. Honey, does this outfit make my butt look too small?

 

3. Aww, don't stop for directions, I'm sure you'll be able to figure out how to get there.

 

2. I don't care if it's on sale, $300 is way to much for a designer dress.

 

1. Hey, pull my finger!

 

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