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posted by Steve Miller TX at 5/11/2007 04:35:00 PM
Friday, May 11, 2007
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82 Comments:
No you didn't go there... her job... sheesh.
i was just joking :-)
The truth hurts huh?...lololol...Dont worry Bro, we will go down together! ;-)
Y'all are just asking for it!!!
(Yawn)....;-)
Captain! [klaxons sounding] Feministas off the port bow sir! Prepare to repel borders! Defend the man-o-war! Save the remote control and satellite dish! Keep the lids up! Stand steady men!
ROFL!!
I kent push ar any arder Capn Steve. She doein all she cun do. For goodness sake its only a 4 cylinder Capn!! LOLOL!!
There's no hope! We are being overrun with potpourri, glade air freshners, decorator soap, and frilly toilet seat covers! Abandon ship!! LOL!!
Give me a break. If you would keep the toilet lid clean, you could leave it up but unless you are gonna clean it, PUT IT DOWN!
That's YOUR job. [ducks incoming artillery barrage] LOL!!
I'm just joking...my momma raised me better than that. She'd whip me in a second if I really meant what I was saying. :-)
"There's no hope! We are being overrun with potpourri, glade air freshners, decorator soap, and frilly toilet seat covers! Abandon ship!! LOL!!"
What Steve neglected to mention is that while he IS overrun with that...he lives ALONE! HMMMM LOL
I ain't got nothing but toilet seat covers...the non-frilly kind. You gottta have something to keep from freezing your butt off when sitting down on them after getting out of the shower. ;-)
I can assure you that there is the alloted amount of dishes in the sink and the carpet hasn't been vaccuumed in awhile...and I have more remote controls than most guys out there. ;-)
You may have more remote controls but do you know how to work them? Most guys don't know which buttons to push. Heehee
The crows is hushed...Every ear attentive to the statement about to be made..A mere man being accused of "frilly things" in his home. Not leaving the toliet seat in the "upright position when through. Worse than this? A man accused of not know which buttons to push (crowd gasping)...and that accusation by (drum roll)...A WOMAN! (Chaos insues..Police on the way to restore order)
Steve...You have the floor.
Ahem.....
The trick is getting the right remote control with a minimal set of controls...one that you can program to do as it is supposed to. It obeys your every command. But, only if you press the right buttons. :-)
Tada... :-)
See Dawn!! Told ya! LOLOL!!!
The remote will be the only thing that obeys a man's every command.
...which of course you see now it is quite obvious why we worship the remote control. :-)
You got me, Steve. The only comment I can think of would take this conversation down the wrong path. I'm glad you can work your remote control and you have non-frilly toilet seat covers.
LOL Dawn. :-) It's all in good fun. The secret is that we really do worship you gals...we just don't let ya'll know it. They would kick us out of the man club. :-) Oops.....LOL!
Ah, yes... back to my original point... Worship works just fine for me, but it's definitely not MY JOB to do anyone's stinking laundry... Sorry, if it lost you your spot in the man's club.
we'll remember that the next time you need a jar opend. LOL!!
As long as you keep us women happy, we'll let you continue to be in your man's club.
IMPOSSIBLE!
Maybe but you gotta try.
Yes....master....
:-)
I think if we were like Dew's poolboy there in Florida, we'd be on the right track. ;-)
Last time i tried I got....Well..never mind. Back to you Steve.
Got what? Rick, you're such a tease. Steve would tell us. Poolboy, huh? A man bringing me drinks and waiting on me hand and foot. Yeah, you could stay in the man's club.
I think that falls into the worship category. ;-) I'm working on carving an ivory pedestal as I write. LOL!
Steve I think you're onto something with that pool boy idea... if all men were like my faithful pool boy at the Nick Hotel... Worship away, boys.
Amen, sister
You know, a funny thing happened this morning....
As I was in the middle of my morning ritual of perusing weather data while trying to ease into consciousness with my cup of java, I heard my mouse trap go off in the kitchen....WHACK.
As I finished my routine with the full intent of disposing of the deceased rodent, I heard the trap move. I jumped up and ran into the kitchen, there was my cat with the dead mouse in it's mouth by the tail with the trap still dangling from the mouse's head.
I suddenly find myself relating to that mouse. :-) LOL!! I give up! [waving white flag]
Free food. Gotta love the cat. I don't pass on free food either.
Don't give up! The banter is just starting to get good. Heehee
Daww, you feeling sympathy for the poor boy? Not me... ;-)
I have learned that you have coax their egos from time to time. It's not sympathy. Carefully planned move. Heehee
Well....let the ego coaxing begin! LOL!! Don't you gals hold back none. ;-)
Gee...somehow this got way out of hand.. ;-) Have no idea how...
See what you did, Dawn... sheesh... they don't need "ego coaxing".
ok...ok...just call it "nurturing" :-)
eye roll...
People!...Cant we just all get along?!
To get your "nurturing", I better have a drink in my hand, pronto.
And bring me some chocolate while you are at it.
Wow...you're pretty easy to worship. What are your lease terms? Extended warranty? Trade-in value? ;-)
That should get ya'll riled abit. LOL! I'm shooting for 100 comments. :-)
Fists clenched, maintaining composure... I can NOT believe that you went there! That's it, you're nurturing is over. Dawn, we're going on strike.
Ummmm...before you do, could you get me a beer? Thanks. ;-)
Cold showers and fixing your dinner is all you're gonna get.
Well, dang. I just about had that ivory pedestal finished too. Hmmm....it'll make a nice beer and remote control holder. It's a more fitting place for those items to be placed anyway. LOL!
This has gone way too far. I refuse to "fetch" anyone's beer. You might want to add a cooler to that pedestal to hold all the beers, and I refuse to fix anyone's dinner, unless dishes are being done in return... give and take, not just take.
...and you expect hand-and-foot service with a never-ending supply of mudslides? Geeez, I only wanted one beer. LOL!!
Steve...I know these two...Walk away man...Just turn and walk away...I got your back on this one....they have left a trail of broken hearts, stormless days and sabotaged remote controls in their wake...It aint pretty.
I'll have you know that my sweet and kind pool boy was properly compensated for his efforts. It was a pretty awesome supply of mudslides though... and I just had to point at him from across the pool... ahhh... those were the days... As for Rick's little comment, pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.
(Forgive me, Dew, I'm single)
That sounds wonderful to only have to point to be served with an ample supply of anything. I'll only get the beer if I'm taken care of first.
Give and take, that's exactly right, Dawn. You've got it... Single is no reason to lower your standards.
You give me a beer...and I'll take it. Give and take. I like it! :-)
That's why you're gonna be single for a while, Steve. You don't listen. Get your own beer and then you won't have to worry about it! :P Heehee
Huh? Did you say beer? ;-)
Dew, I don't think there's any hope for Steve.
I agree. That's why I'm divorced and living alone with my cat. If I don't shape up, I'll end up being that scary old man that lives at the end of the street which nobody ever sees except when it's time to chase storms. LOL!!
Now, he's trying to earn the sympathy vote... again, eye roll...
Is it working?
Nope. Sorry.
Steve..One more time buddy...Turn and walk away...Work with me sir!...Head to the nearest exit...please before its to late. ;-)
Gonna have to agree with Rick on this one, Steve. You can't win...
Steve might be fighting a losing battle but at least he's trying. Although his life would be easier if he just did the things a woman wants. Isn't that right, Rick? :*
Well, that certainly sounds juicy. At least he's trying...? sheesh!
Oh no you didnt ...Well thats brings us back to the first part of the blog..Not being able to satisfy a woman...We smile, nod our heads and walk away letting you feel all powerful and justified..its quite the racket we have going now. ;-P
Where do I sign the surrender papers? LOL!!
Steve you may have to close the borders to this blog...Sheeesh people! Dew & Dawn...Let it go...(sticking tongue out in diffiant gesture)
Suits yourself... you surrender. We win! Just have those mudslides delivered storm-side in June.
Hell hath no more fury than a woman scourned. :-) This reminds me of a story....
One Sunday morning at a local church service, the Pastor was in the middle of his sermon when the devil himself appeared! Everybody screamed and ran out of the building...with the exception of this one elderly man sitting up front.
Satan, quite puzzled by the man's actions proclaimed, "Old man! I am the king of all hades, the ruler of evil, and lord of the underworld! Why do you not fear me?!!".
To which the old man replied sternly, "Scared of you? Ha! I've been married to your sister for over 30 years!"
[rimshot] Tada! Thank you...thank you very much. I'll be here all week. ;-)
Oooooo...so sweet.
OK, I do have to admit, that did have some comedic value. (eye roll)
I wouldn't consider myself scourned though, just right.
Havent talked to yourself lately , have ya?....;-) lololol..Yep...in trouble again.
Talked to myself? What are you talking about?! I don't talk to myself, do I, Dew. Nope, Dew, you sure don't!
See! ;-P
See Steve....It's sad..(slowly shaking head)
Oh no, you're not going to turn this around and make it my problem. The inherent problem here was... wait a minute, what were we talking about?
This is the post that never ends...somebody kill it now please..
But he hasn't made it to 100 comments yet... sheesh, you party pooper.
I tried to end it by surrendering...but Rick appears to be the sole survivor in a heroic but foolish last stand of defiance! :-)
It's in the Y Chromosome... obviously...
Yeah...as in "Y bother"...;-)
Cause we're worth it!
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