That does totally help on those days when I don't have a big strong man to sort out my jar opening woes.
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I very rarely have a big strong man around so I have to make do...
That does totally help on those days when I don't have a big strong man to sort out my jar opening woes.
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I very rarely have a big strong man around so I have to make do...
Sperm. Its whats for dinner.Never thought I'd see the day where sperm was the more desirable discussion point. Spiders are some scary feckas.
I always try it myself first, then with the shame of failure upon me I hand it over with a distinctly defeated look on my face. With manly hubris he opens the jar with ease and I always reply: "Well, I loosened it."
That response only carries weight if you use it intermittently. Then, it's really annoying since we can never tell when you're being sarcastic or when you're actually sapping our masculinity.I always try it myself first, then with the shame of failure upon me I hand it over with a distinctly defeated look on my face. With manly hubris he opens the jar with ease and I always reply: "Well, I loosened it."
I knew you'd say that! It's funny how many women open jars that way. I think it's kind of funny in a sweet, feminine way.Maybe mayo jars are different outside of Portugal but here I just bang the lid against the counter a little bit and then they open fine...
Or drive. I'm not looking forward to that at all.I know. We'll have to watch this development, they'll be wanting the vote next.
That response only carries weight if you use it intermittently. Then, it's really annoying since we can never tell when you're being sarcastic or when you're actually sapping our masculinity.
I knew you'd say that! It's funny how many women open jars that way. I think it's kind of funny in a sweet, feminine way.
Gad that sounded sexist..
Or drive. I'm not looking forward to that at all.
Apparently the new sperm comes in chocolate or strawberry.
And frankly, everytime we do it, we feel more accomplished about that than anything else we did that day. Turned in the reports on time to work today? Nah. Ability to throw the paper towel in the trash from half way across the room? Nah. Opened the pickle jar after your significant other cannot do it? Pride and accomplishment a-plenty.
Awwww, very glad to help a good cause.And frankly, everytime we do it, we feel more accomplished about that than anything else we did that day. Turned in the reports on time to work today? Nah. Ability to throw the paper towel in the trash from half way across the room? Nah. Opened the pickle jar after your significant other cannot do it? Pride and accomplishment a-plenty.
That response only carries weight if you use it intermittently. Then, it's really annoying since we can never tell when you're being sarcastic or when you're actually sapping our masculinity.
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Or drive. I'm not looking forward to that at all.
There's lot of stuff that only men can do!
Lowering a toilet seat, apparently.
Forgetting. Women never do. None that I recall anyway..
Walking around topless. (Sits, waits, expectantly..)
1. That didnt make sense. Men never put down the toilet seat. If I have put it up so I can pee, my girlfriend can put it down so she can pee. Why should I do all the work for all urinary practices?
Men can put the toilet seat down, we just choose not to. Being the efficient creatures that we are. Women can't, that's why they're always "asking" (ahem) us to put it down for them.
Next time the seat's down when I go in, I'm complaining she never lifts the toilet seat up for me when she's done*.
(* Nice knowing you guys. Miss me when I'm gone..)
Do you drive on the wrong side of the road over there? I can't keep European countries straight on which do/don't. If you do drive on the left, welll...I'm a good driver. And I can drive a stick.
Do you drive on the wrong side of the road over there? I can't keep European countries straight on which do/don't. If you do drive on the left, welll...
We drive on the right side of the road here, not like those crazy brits.
Oi! *shakes fist*
I once had a taxi ride in Portugal... never again!
Was it in Lisbon?
Yep.
Lisbon to Peniche (for a week of surfing. I say surfing, in reality the sea beat me up for five days. Good fun though!) It was the scariest car ride of my life. The driver was very much from the school of 'Drive it like you stole it' and didn't concern himself with such trivialities as other vehicles on the road. I blame him entirely for the amount of Super Bock I drunk that holiday!
We drive on the right side of the road here, not like those crazy brits.