A correspondent sends this along...
No, she wasn't trying to infer anything. This was but one of many demotivational pics, most of which involved cats. About which: you're welcome.
And My Buddy Ed In Florida comes through again, with "A Guys Fairy Tale:"
Once upon a time, a Prince asked a beautiful Princess... "Will you marry me?"
The Princess said "NO!"
And the Prince lived happily ever after and rode motorcycles and went fishing and hunting and played golf and dated women half his age and drank beer and scotch and had tons of money in the bank and left the toilet seat up and farted whenever he wanted.
The End.
I'll give that two "Heh's!"
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you for sparing us the cat pics.
And thank you for sparing us the cat pics.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure, BR. It'll be a cold day in that proverbial hot place when you see cat pics here.
Rog!
ReplyDeleteBuck, I like that Prince story and I've seen one similar to it before. But, as a long married guy, may I humbly offer as an alternate view, something that was once said by Robert Frost in another context (and I mean no offense to anyone--to each his own, I say): the unrestrained bachelor life is "like playing tennis without a net."
ReplyDeleteNo offense taken, Dan. But I'm thinkin' the Frost quote is mostly sour grapes. ;-)
ReplyDeleteFrost was actually talking about poetry, free verse as opposed to poetry with rhymes and regular rhythms. But I think you're right, there was some sour grapes there too. Still, I think there's something to be said for having boundaries and those that come with marriage often make both people stronger, better. If the people are the right fit. That said, I know there's a potential for poison/damage there as well. I've seen it first hand in my family.
ReplyDeleteKinda reminds me of the Bud Lite commercial airing regularly now -- the one with the hot alien chicks who need to "replicate" with Earth's men, who jump at the chance to save the world. Then Earth's women celebrate. Heh -- WE GET THE REMOTE!!
ReplyDeleteI came home after an overnight trip to find all the toilet seats up, golf shirts and underwear on the floor beside the hamper, 900,000 dirty dishes in the sink, and Bouie on the unmade bed. It must be the default on the Y chromosome.
I came home after an overnight trip...
ReplyDeleteHeh. Pepper only does that because he CAN. All y'all need to feel needed, yanno? Things are different after the maid quits. They HAVE to be.
I like that Bud Light ad, too. Hate the freakin' beer but love the ads!
It must be the default on the Y chromosome.
ReplyDeleteThems is fightin' words, Moogie!
I'll have you know that when my wife goes away, she comes home to a place in order just as she left it.
Seriously. Over the years she has trained all inhabitants well...even yours truly. We can ALL cook, clean, iron, sew, and put the seat back down.
The only thing we can't do is...well...you know...
HA! Word verification: ovencln Yes, we can even clean the oven...it is one of my tasks (but I did do it professionally for several years...really...big commercial ovens). But, I still can't do that one particular thing that she can...
No one ever said Pepper CAN'T do all those things!
ReplyDeleteHeh!
ReplyDeleteMwa, Mwa, Mwahahahahahahahahaha...my word verification is husboni!
There is something about backing my butt up in bed and running into Toby - just nice to know someone else is around - someone who loves my big butt. I've been married most of my life, so what do I know?
ReplyDeleteI'll have you know that when my wife goes away, she comes home to a place in order just as she left it.
ReplyDeleteTrue story: I'm back home after one of my first extended bid'niz trips after the AF... I was gone about two weeks, IIRC. It's morning and we're having our morning coffee in the dining room. Out of nowhere The Second Mrs. Pennington sez "I have a confession and an apology." Uh-oh, thinks I. She then sez: "I used to blame you for all the clutter and crap in the house and I won't any longer. The place got just as junky while you were gone, just as fast. I apologize."
No shit, really.
I've been married most of my life, so what do I know?
ReplyDeleteI was married most of my life too, Lou. If I had my druthers I still would be. But... lemons, lemonade. And all that crap.
No shit, really.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know you were a Sailor, too! I thought the story was supposed to start, "There I was in (wherever)..."
Naw, I believe you. If you tell me something, I believe it. And, I'm glad that for one brief, shining moment, you weren't the bad guy. I've had a couple of those myself, and relish them.
(Dang, I'm glad you taught me how to put italics in comments).
Okay, my word verification is not funny at all.
I didn't know you were a Sailor, too!
ReplyDeleteSailors always begin their stories with that. AF folks sometimes end 'em that way, if they think there may be doubt. And a woman apologizing for ANY thing... especially to her husband... is enough to create doubt in the rational mind. ;-)
Nyuk! Thanks for the military education, Buck. As one who never served, I'm slow on the uptake.
ReplyDeleteNo shit!
One day I was sent to Ramstein, Germany. We were operating out of a little hut that belonged to fighter pilots just a few days before. To the point, they left a big green log book (typical military thing) that was chained to the desk. I decided to start reading the Ops Log, and after 3 or 4 things like 2300: Water Heater broke, 0230: Threw an Airman on the fire, 0300: Airmen don't smell good at more than 100 degrees. etc, there was whole pages of jokes and banter. It was blogging in the 70's, no crap.
ReplyDeleteAnyway one story went like this:
Little bo-peep was walking down the road one day, her lamb was white as snow, when a big black dog came out of the bushes and f***ed the sh*t out of it.
Ah, mid-shift, remember it well...
I remember both mid-shifts and those green logbooks, too. Some of ours were just as "colorful" as the one you describe, Anon. I should have stolen one of those... missed opportunities and all that. And I contributed my fair share to the colorful narrative(s), as well.
ReplyDeleteHA! That is some funny stuff. Seriously. Thanks for the chuckle this am.
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