Battle of the sexes - The female perspective

I, THE UNDERSIGNED, AGREE THAT...

1. In the unlikely event of my not having an orgasm after you've drunkenly rolled on top of me and pumped away for five minutes, wheezing like an old man with emphysema, I shall politely fake one. And it'll be a really good act too, with me saying stuff like "So THIS is screwing!" and howling like a cat that's being repeatedly jabbed with a needle.

2. I fully understand that a woman's main role in any relationship is to take the blame. So when you stub your toe in the bathroom or your football teams lose, I agree that - by some complex scientific equation incomprehensible to woman - it will be my fault. Even if I wasn't there.

3. Whenever my friends and I get together for a girlie chat, I will tell them that you are better hung than a large-balled Himalayan yak.

4. And I will also mention this to YOUR friends. A lot.

5. After sex (which I will NEVER refer to as "making love"), I will not expect you to cuddle me for hours till your arm goes dead. Nor will I let my hair annoyingly get in your face.

6. I will never, ever give your penis a "cute" nickname.

7. In bed, I will be happy as can be to try any novel sexual position you fancy. Especially ones where I do all the work and you just lie there, grinning.

8. I will ruthlessly interrogate my attractive female friends and inform you if any of them have the slightest bisexual tendencies. Then I'll invite them around for dinner. And hide their car keys so they have to stay.

9. After we split up, I will never sleep with any of your friends or colleagues. Or anyone else you have ever met. Or may one day meet. And if men attempt to chat me up, I will solemnly inform them that you have "ruined me for other men."

10. I understand that mechanical objects like cars, computers, and remote control devices are beyond the comprehension of women. I will only make a fool of myself if I attempt to operate them, so you're in charge of the lot. Except for the oven, iron and the washing machine, of course.

Poor Dave

Dave works hard at the office and often comes home late. So for his birthday, his wife wants him to relax and enjoy himself. She decides to take him to a strip club.

When they arrive, the doorman says, "Dave, how's it going?" His wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this place before. "No," answers Dave.

"That fellow is on my bowling team." When they're seated, a waitress asks Dave if he'd like his usual Sam Adams. his wife is getting uncomfortable and says, "You must come here alot for her to know that you drink Sam Adams."

"No," he replies. "She's in the ladies' bowling league. My team shares lanes with them." Just then a stripper comes over and says, "Want your usual dirty lap dance, Davey?"

Dave's wife storms out and gets into a cab. Before she can slam the door, he jumps in and she starts screaming at him. The cabby turns around and says, "Damn, Dave. Looks like you picked up a real bitch tonight."

God

A man was trying to understand the nature of God and asked him: "God, how long is a million years to you?"

God answered: "A million years is like a minute."

Then the man asked: "God, how much is a million dollars to you?" And God replied: "A million dollars is like a penny."

Finally the man asked: "God, could you give me a penny?"

And God said, "In a minute."

-- can't say (couse@may.be.usedagainst.me), March 21, 2001