Woman sets trap, man walks in - Tell us your version
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Frank7 said:
George Smiley said:
His real mistake was not dating a woman with the strength of a man so she could do the brick shifting.
With the best will in the world George, I’d say that there are more guys who say, “Check out those fun bags, than say, Jeez, I bet she can push a mean barrow load of bricks.”Can you imagine if women were part of the Apollo programme?
"Houston...we have a problem"
"This is Houston. Say again, please."
"Well, if I have to tell you... you should know, honestly I do everything and you are just so wrapped up in yourself" continues ad infinitum.
Alternatively
"Houston...we have a problem"
"This is Houston. Say again, please."
"Nothing."
SD.
"Houston...we have a problem"
"This is Houston. Say again, please."
"Well, if I have to tell you... you should know, honestly I do everything and you are just so wrapped up in yourself" continues ad infinitum.
Alternatively
"Houston...we have a problem"
"This is Houston. Say again, please."
"Nothing."
SD.
grumpy52 said:
I did the turn the tables trick a few times , they certainly don't like it if you behave the same way as they often do . It might go some way to explain why I am now single and divorced twice .
Had a massive 3 hour argument last night because I sent my wife links to CClass mercs cause she has a problem with her shoulder, and struggles with hand brake and gear change. Apparently the fact that I did this proves I didntblisten to her about the size of car she esnrs, but escalated rapidly into why she should divorce me.
To be fair I think menopause and naproxen and wine are a dangerous cocktail
Pit Pony said:
Had a massive 3 hour argument last night because I sent my wife links to CClass mercs cause she has a problem with her shoulder, and struggles with hand brake and gear change.
Apparently the fact that I did this proves I didntblisten to her about the size of car she esnrs, but escalated rapidly into why she should divorce me.
To be fair I think menopause and naproxen and wine are a dangerous cocktail
At least with the naproxen you have the satisfaction knowing that she will be well constipated and literally “full ‘o st” for at least the period she takes them for plus a couple of days after coming off themApparently the fact that I did this proves I didntblisten to her about the size of car she esnrs, but escalated rapidly into why she should divorce me.
To be fair I think menopause and naproxen and wine are a dangerous cocktail
George Smiley said:
Frank7 said:
With the best will in the world George, I’d say that there are more guys who say, “Check out those fun bags, than say, Jeez, I bet she can push a mean barrow load of bricks.”
In this strange world Frank, you might never know if the girl has a right hook stronger than your own. GeneralSinn said:
At least with the naproxen you have the satisfaction knowing that she will be well constipated and literally “full ‘o st” for at least the period she takes them for plus a couple of days after coming off them
With the NHS involved in trying to diagnose her shoulder / arm issues, I'm guessing her kidneys will pack up first. matchmaker said:
Reminds me of an incident when I was in 6th year at secondary school. One of my mates was fooling about in the chemistry lab involving a Bunsen burner. He managed to set fire to something on the bench (after 40+ years I can't remember what). At the moment the (female) chemistry teacher came into the lab.
"What happened here?" she demanded.
"It caught fire" said Chris.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT CAUGHT FIRE!" she screamed.
"Er, it took flame?" stuttered Chris.
I don't really think he deserved the subsequent punishment
If true that's a fantastic response from a school kid! "What happened here?" she demanded.
"It caught fire" said Chris.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT CAUGHT FIRE!" she screamed.
"Er, it took flame?" stuttered Chris.
I don't really think he deserved the subsequent punishment
An extract from here
http://www.thingsmygirlfriendandihavearguedabout.c...
Well worth a read if you are bored at work.
Her 'Do the hoovering' had been followed by the clunk of the front door, the soft rumble of the car pulling away and then nothing but a silence in which I sat, pensive.
I glanced around. OK, the carpets weren't immaculate, that was true. They were hardly in such a condition as to demand a hoovering, though. There's a clear point at which a carpet is ready for hoovering, in my opinion, and that point is "when it's crunchy". Even then, it's not what you'd call vital. In lots of the places I've lived, especially as a student, we never had a hoover at all. Sometimes, yes, walking across the landing required snow shoes - but no one ever died or anything. I glanced around some more.
A few hours later, Margret returns.
After unloading around seventy-five new plants from the car, she hunts me down; finding me, by a fluke, sitting in front of the computer.
'Have you hoovered?' she asks, her tone swaying unsurely between conversational and murderous.
'What do you think?' I reply. (Cleverly, here, I'm indignant yet inscrutable - only my disdain for the question is clear; I provide no clue at all of the answer to it.)
'Have you? Or not?'
'Well, what does it look like?'
'Just tell me whether you've hoovered.'
'No. That's not the point.'
'What? It's completely the point.'
'No, it isn't. You thought the house needed hoovering. If you think it looks OK now, then you're happy, right? Whether I've hoovered or not.'
'And what if I don't think it looks OK?' She pauses for a moment, then adds, 'Or if I smash your laptop to pieces with a tyre jack?'
'If I've hoovered, and you still think it doesn't look hoovered... then there's no point my hoovering, is there? Ever again.'
There's a degree of glaring goes on here, but I hold my nerve and continue. 'The only other possibility, as far as I can see, is that you simply can't tell whether I've hoovered or not. And, if you can't tell, then it doesn't matter - in any real sense - whether I've done it or not, does it?' I've one more card to play, but it's a great one. 'That is, not unless the thing that concerns you isn't whether the house has been hoovered, but only whether I've been sitting here enjoying myself all this time rather than slogging around with a vacuum cleaner. But I'm sure that's not it. I mean, you'd be happy for me to sit here idle for as long as I want, wouldn't you, if there's no need for me not to? It's about the hoovering, not about my sitting here idle, isn't it?'
Margret just stares at me.
I am triumphant. A choir sings. Cherubs circle my head, scattering petals. Shafts of golden light fan out from behind me. It's an intoxicating three seconds.
'Clean out the fridge,' says Margret.
http://www.thingsmygirlfriendandihavearguedabout.c...
Well worth a read if you are bored at work.
Her 'Do the hoovering' had been followed by the clunk of the front door, the soft rumble of the car pulling away and then nothing but a silence in which I sat, pensive.
I glanced around. OK, the carpets weren't immaculate, that was true. They were hardly in such a condition as to demand a hoovering, though. There's a clear point at which a carpet is ready for hoovering, in my opinion, and that point is "when it's crunchy". Even then, it's not what you'd call vital. In lots of the places I've lived, especially as a student, we never had a hoover at all. Sometimes, yes, walking across the landing required snow shoes - but no one ever died or anything. I glanced around some more.
A few hours later, Margret returns.
After unloading around seventy-five new plants from the car, she hunts me down; finding me, by a fluke, sitting in front of the computer.
'Have you hoovered?' she asks, her tone swaying unsurely between conversational and murderous.
'What do you think?' I reply. (Cleverly, here, I'm indignant yet inscrutable - only my disdain for the question is clear; I provide no clue at all of the answer to it.)
'Have you? Or not?'
'Well, what does it look like?'
'Just tell me whether you've hoovered.'
'No. That's not the point.'
'What? It's completely the point.'
'No, it isn't. You thought the house needed hoovering. If you think it looks OK now, then you're happy, right? Whether I've hoovered or not.'
'And what if I don't think it looks OK?' She pauses for a moment, then adds, 'Or if I smash your laptop to pieces with a tyre jack?'
'If I've hoovered, and you still think it doesn't look hoovered... then there's no point my hoovering, is there? Ever again.'
There's a degree of glaring goes on here, but I hold my nerve and continue. 'The only other possibility, as far as I can see, is that you simply can't tell whether I've hoovered or not. And, if you can't tell, then it doesn't matter - in any real sense - whether I've done it or not, does it?' I've one more card to play, but it's a great one. 'That is, not unless the thing that concerns you isn't whether the house has been hoovered, but only whether I've been sitting here enjoying myself all this time rather than slogging around with a vacuum cleaner. But I'm sure that's not it. I mean, you'd be happy for me to sit here idle for as long as I want, wouldn't you, if there's no need for me not to? It's about the hoovering, not about my sitting here idle, isn't it?'
Margret just stares at me.
I am triumphant. A choir sings. Cherubs circle my head, scattering petals. Shafts of golden light fan out from behind me. It's an intoxicating three seconds.
'Clean out the fridge,' says Margret.
Pit Pony said:
To be fair I think menopause and naproxen and wine are a dangerous cocktail
Naproxen is a fancy anti-inflammatory (same family as ibuprofen). Her mentalness is very unlikely to be related to that, even if combined with wine.Menopause however, could be a major thing. I've seen relationships put through massive strain owing to menopausal related behavioural changes. Has there been any discussion regarding options for HRT (or equivalent)? I can think of a couple of occasions where it has been a genuine relationship saver!
GeneralSinn said:
At least with the naproxen you have the satisfaction knowing that she will be well constipated and literally “full ‘o st” for at least the period she takes them for plus a couple of days after coming off them
I suspect you're thinking of codeine.Pit Pony said:
GeneralSinn said:
At least with the naproxen you have the satisfaction knowing that she will be well constipated and literally “full ‘o st” for at least the period she takes them for plus a couple of days after coming off them
With the NHS involved in trying to diagnose her shoulder / arm issues, I'm guessing her kidneys will pack up first. EDIT: Or she'll die from a bleed in the stomach.
Edited by g3org3y on Thursday 23 May 10:09
Frank7 said:
George Smiley said:
Fermit and Sexy Sarah said:
I may be slightly old fashioned, but I never let my wife do physical labour when I'm (likely) better placed to do so. Such stuff is my thing to undertake.
Does she let you undertake some of the women’s chores?It sounds like this may be a little late for some of you.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbpGkrViOcE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbpGkrViOcE
Fermit and Sexy Sarah said:
Frank7 said:
George Smiley said:
Fermit and Sexy Sarah said:
I may be slightly old fashioned, but I never let my wife do physical labour when I'm (likely) better placed to do so. Such stuff is my thing to undertake.
Does she let you undertake some of the women’s chores?BathyThermo said:
Fermit and Sexy Sarah said:
Frank7 said:
George Smiley said:
Fermit and Sexy Sarah said:
I may be slightly old fashioned, but I never let my wife do physical labour when I'm (likely) better placed to do so. Such stuff is my thing to undertake.
Does she let you undertake some of the women’s chores?She doesn't expect to never have to undertake physical work, I take the lead. She would chip in as far as she's able without hesitation.
Fermit and Sexy Sarah said:
Frank7 said:
George Smiley said:
Fermit and Sexy Sarah said:
I may be slightly old fashioned, but I never let my wife do physical labour when I'm (likely) better placed to do so. Such stuff is my thing to undertake.
Does she let you undertake some of the women’s chores?Is she sexist?
Fermit and Sexy Sarah said:
Frank7 said:
George Smiley said:
Fermit and Sexy Sarah said:
I may be slightly old fashioned, but I never let my wife do physical labour when I'm (likely) better placed to do so. Such stuff is my thing to undertake.
Does she let you undertake some of the women’s chores?Gassing Station | The Lounge | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff