Tuesdays are better.
Here's something interesting I've noticed over the past few days.
It's spring and there are a lot of pregnant ladies around. We had a Valentines Day snowstorm awhile back and, well, people are starting to "show."
This has inspired many of the men I work with to talk about how they want large families with six to eight children, all of them highly trained like the Von Trapps.
These are the same men who FREAK when they think their wives/girlfriends/last night's bar girl are pregnant.
Where do they go from denying the idea of one child to the idea of welcoming eight? I think that's a special kind of insanity. I'm sure in their imaginations they're married to a woman who certainly doesn't LOOK like she has had eight children (because you want your wife to have them, but you want her to stay 100 pounds the whole time) and they come home and everyone's tucked neatly in bed. And everyone's filthy rich. This thought causes me to laugh out loud.
You men are weird.
It's spring and there are a lot of pregnant ladies around. We had a Valentines Day snowstorm awhile back and, well, people are starting to "show."
This has inspired many of the men I work with to talk about how they want large families with six to eight children, all of them highly trained like the Von Trapps.
These are the same men who FREAK when they think their wives/girlfriends/last night's bar girl are pregnant.
Where do they go from denying the idea of one child to the idea of welcoming eight? I think that's a special kind of insanity. I'm sure in their imaginations they're married to a woman who certainly doesn't LOOK like she has had eight children (because you want your wife to have them, but you want her to stay 100 pounds the whole time) and they come home and everyone's tucked neatly in bed. And everyone's filthy rich. This thought causes me to laugh out loud.
You men are weird.
posted at 5:21 AM
3 Comments:
8!? holy shit. but, well trained like the von trapps... yeah, that'd be pleasant. except if they kept breaking out into song everytime they went to bed. that would fucking piss me off to no end.
We want it how we want it, when we want it. No substitutes. Come into line, woman.
Chud, I'm going to see if I can persuade your bro to do that on the cruise.
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