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Friday, August 31. 2007
Posted by Gwynnie in The Culture, "Culture," Pop Culture and Recreation at 11:35 | Comments (24) | Trackbacks (0)
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"Next time I'll just find a woman who doesn't like me and buy her a house."
It's stuff like this that's inspires buyer's remorse. All I want is to buy a new tree climber, sit in a tree from sunrise to sunset, and to come home and drink beers. My wife's list is much longer.
but did you see the article in the journal of cardiology that says hunting is not good for the heart? It can cause premature heart attacks and such. lol
Whoever said it is correct. It's a good deal less expensive to hire a top drawer call girl than it is to keep a shrew.
Not only that but you get the benefit of experiencing the human sexual rsponse from someone other than a person with a headache, or who is a headache.
When you get old you can always find a widow with an insurance dowry who is lonely and vulnerable and marry her. The country is full of them. Women who have given their late husbands the hypertension that caused the cerebral vascular "accident" and death.
"Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under't"
A woman is like a sailboat. The rigging always costs a lot more than the hull is worth.
The old expression is that you don't pay a call girl to come - you pay her to leave.
"Two can live as cheaply as one"
"One Mogul Sultan"
Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers. But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers.
(Although I've seen the wicked put down some mighty deep roots and yield a lot of fruit--but I'm just reading from the manual).
"Women who have given their late husbands the hypertension that caused the cerebral vascular "accident" and death.
A stroke of good luck! But she'll give the same love and attention she lavished on her dearly departed husband. No, find a young woman who first and foremost looks good and drapes well on your arm. Make it clear from the start that the nature of your relationship is compensatory, and negotiate from a position of strength.
She'd had seven husbands. Then who is her fella in heaven?
You know neither the Scriptures nor the power of God. There is no marrying or giving in marriage in heaven, but rather they are like the angels.
Many a long married man or woman has taken heart at these words.
Sent it to my wife at work. She said "hell, except for the golf you do all that anyway".
"Ah, yes, divorce, from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man's genitals through his wallet." Robin Williams
"The big difference between sex for money and sex for free is that sex for money costs less." Brendan Francis
Funny. Divorced, I spent my day buying a new boat motor, went fishing, stopped for dinner at Hooter's. Tomorrow, dove season opens and I have a spot on 1500 acres, and a BBQ afterward. Sunday, I'll ride my BMW motorcycle like it's stolen. Monday, golf. Live free, then die alone like everybody else.
Mother said: "You'll avoid enough, to more than make up for anything you'll ever miss, by not getting married."
The prophet offered his honor
She honored his offer
Then all night long
It was on 'er & off 'er --
Here's to honor: Get honor and stay honor.
What's wrong with you freaks. No wonder this blog can't keep women participants. The misogyny is palpable, and you good men delight in it as you drool and stutter and mutter veiled obscenities over the weekly porn.
I knew a Miss O'Gyny once --Irish gal --
Nah, it's tongue-in-cheek. Gallows humor, the rue of tattered veterans of the War Between the Sexes. All in fun.
That's what good men do. Drool, mutter, stutter over the fascinating and tremendous mystery of it all.
Thanks for the politically correct swipe at blue humor. I appreciate the sentiment, but my wife isnít at home this weekend and I promise the thing that makes me enduring and faithful to her is my ability to laugh, which I intend to do in spades tonight.
Cognac and cigars all around, Gentlemen!