While I’ve never actually officially cohabitated with a woman (in the sense of sharing sleeping arrangements), I have spent enough time with women and known enough men who have done so to learn a few lessons about such things (some learned the hard way) that I feel obligated to pass along.
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Uh-uh. I ain’t touchin’ that. So to speak.
And here we perhaps see one of the reasons WHY you haven’t officially cohabitated with a woman. J J J J J J J…. (picture older man shaking his head with each and every J.)
Here’s my tip:
NEVER, that’s NE (pause) VER make jokes, or sophmoric blog posts about the ladies’ monthly visitor. They find absolutely nothing funny about it.
I’m a man raised by my Gramma, my Mom, my older sister and my Dad. Dad and I were outnumbered by about mmmmmmmm 10 to one on a good day. (It’s family math, it’s not supposed to make sense.) I learned at a very young age there are some things you just don’t make fun of. You will get hurt. Pain will be inflicted. Dad can’t/won’t protect you. Gramma will be helping inflict the pain.
That was my point, Timmer! DON’T make those jokes! Avoid ’em at all costs!
Sigh… I never win.
J.
It’s okay…I seem to be missing the point on a lot of things these days myself. I think I’ll just go back to the caption contests and making odd comments now and then.