Wednesday, February 13, 2008

I am so fucking sick of any one with a Y chromosome. As a matter of fact, I am now convinced that the Y is for Yellow bellied mamas boy.

There was a book popular in the 80s called "Real Men Don't Eat quiche." Well, lately, every man I meet not only consumes quiche but eats it with their little pinkies up.

Yeah, I know some of you men out there are taking great offense to this but guess what....

I don't give a shit.

Where are the men like dear ole Dad?

The guys who cut half their thumb off with a circular saw and duct taped it back on so they can finish single handedly putting an addition on the house?

The guys who only cry when their Mamas die and then only do it behind locked doors?

Ok, so I am tough and don't care much for weak men. Lots of you gals out there dig the sensitive side so more power to you.

Believe me, there are many men to choose from in that case.

As for me?

Turn off the American Idol, build me a deck and kill that big hairy bug in the corner.

That is what makes my heart a-flutter.

4 comments:

razorbeck said...

LOL Chris

There are still some of us around

Ive never eaten quiche or watched a single episode of American Idol and have a complete complement of power saws.

LOL so keep your chin up and your knee pads handy I am sure somewhere in Florida there is someone who can hit his thumb with a hammer and still not swear in the presence of a lady.

Libby said...

oh, chris, if you find one, see if he has a brother or a good friend (not GOOD, like that, ya know?)

Eunice said...

Amen sister! I was crushing on this guy at work for three weeks until he admitted to me the other day that he doesn't watch sports and he isn't handy. Crush over.

Terry said...

I love quiche!
Please do me a favour and keep Simon Cowell from coming back to Britain. Don't ask me how. Just do it ok?
He does my fuckin head in.