Originally posted by: Nitemare
TMI?
Originally posted by: Fausto1
Originally posted by: Nitemare
TMI?
No such thing.....unless we're discussing your sexual peccadillos, that is. I do NOT want any knowledge of that subject.
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: Fausto1
Originally posted by: Nitemare
TMI?
No such thing.....unless we're discussing your sexual peccadillos, that is. I do NOT want any knowledge of that subject.
Amen to that!
Originally posted by: Fausto1
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: Fausto1
Originally posted by: Nitemare
TMI?
No such thing.....unless we're discussing your sexual peccadillos, that is. I do NOT want any knowledge of that subject.
Amen to that!
You stay out of this. I'm still mad at you for making fun of me over the Feb29 thing. :|
Originally posted by: Fausto1
Originally posted by: Jugernot
BLAH BLAH BLAH.... Kindney stones, prostate exams, erectile disfunction, you've got nothing on us!
Riiiiiiight. Push a small watermelon out via your urethra and then restate the above with a straight face.
Originally posted by: Jugernot
Originally posted by: Fausto1
Originally posted by: Jugernot
BLAH BLAH BLAH.... Kindney stones, prostate exams, erectile disfunction, you've got nothing on us!
Riiiiiiight. Push a small watermelon out via your urethra and then restate the above with a straight face.
Obviously you've never passed a kidney stone...
Originally posted by: Fausto1
Originally posted by: Jugernot
Originally posted by: Fausto1
Originally posted by: Jugernot
BLAH BLAH BLAH.... Kindney stones, prostate exams, erectile disfunction, you've got nothing on us!
Riiiiiiight. Push a small watermelon out via your urethra and then restate the above with a straight face.
Obviously you've never passed a kidney stone...
You've given birth and passed a stone?
Originally posted by: Fausto1
Originally posted by: Nitemare
TMI?
No such thing.....unless we're discussing your sexual peccadillos, that is. I do NOT want any knowledge of that subject.
men get off so easy
Originally posted by: notfred
Typical, another woman bitching at us about stuff that isn't our fault....
Originally posted by: Lady In Red
We start to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find anything that comes in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurts so bad it brings us to tears. Enter the almighty, uncomfortable training bra contraption the boys in school will snap until we have calluses on our backs.
Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we now bloat, we cramp, we get the hormone crankies, have to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.
Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) is having sex for the first time which is about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.
Then it's off to Motherhood where we learn to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we don't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learn to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we're having Rosemary's Baby.
Our once flat bellies now look like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we pee our pants every time we sneeze. When the big moment arrives, the dam in our blessed Nether-regions will invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we'll waddle with our big cartoon feet moaning in pain all the way to the ER. Then it's huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. Just one more (or 10) good push," warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the bastard (and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10lb. bowling ball through a keyhole.
After that, it's time to raise those angels only to find that when all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morph into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.
The teen years. Need I say more? The kids are almost grown now and we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our mid-30's to early 40's while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday (which just happens to be the reason all that early hot man sex got you pregnant in the first place).
Now we hit the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take the HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether-regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves. Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men when men get off so easy INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...
Now I love being a woman but "Womanhood" would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby!
Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right. Bite me.
Originally posted by: Red Dawn
Originally posted by: Lady In Red
We start to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find anything that comes in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurts so bad it brings us to tears. Enter the almighty, uncomfortable training bra contraption the boys in school will snap until we have calluses on our backs.
Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we now bloat, we cramp, we get the hormone crankies, have to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.
Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) is having sex for the first time which is about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.
Then it's off to Motherhood where we learn to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we don't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learn to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we're having Rosemary's Baby.
Our once flat bellies now look like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we pee our pants every time we sneeze. When the big moment arrives, the dam in our blessed Nether-regions will invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we'll waddle with our big cartoon feet moaning in pain all the way to the ER. Then it's huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. Just one more (or 10) good push," warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the bastard (and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10lb. bowling ball through a keyhole.
After that, it's time to raise those angels only to find that when all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morph into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.
The teen years. Need I say more? The kids are almost grown now and we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our mid-30's to early 40's while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday (which just happens to be the reason all that early hot man sex got you pregnant in the first place).
Now we hit the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take the HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether-regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves. Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men when men get off so easy INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...
Now I love being a woman but "Womanhood" would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby!
Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right. Bite me.
Ahh shut up and get my dinner!
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHA!!!!!!! :Q:QOriginally posted by: Nitemare
Originally posted by: notfred
Typical, another woman bitching at us about stuff that isn't our fault....
Probably PMSing or something...:Q
Originally posted by: masterxfob
i completely agree with that part of your rantWomen are the "weaker sex"?
Originally posted by: Electric Amish
Originally posted by: BD2003
This all may be true, but when it comes down to it, who's dodging bullets on the battlefield?
What a lame statement....
The only reason is because, in our infinite wisdom, we won't let them..
amish
Originally posted by: Wduaqnug
women over 45 as soon their start Menopause cranky moods are gone lol so you might wanna get yourself old grand ma lol
"If he were smart" being the operative words.Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: Wduaqnug
women over 45 as soon their start Menopause cranky moods are gone lol so you might wanna get yourself old grand ma lol
If you were smart,you'd watch your mouth buddy.
Originally posted by: Electric Amish
Originally posted by: BD2003
Hehe... sorry. That comment just sounded too natural for the current crop of idiots we have infesting AT nowadays.
amish