To understand women may be futile, but nature is fair. On the scale of dumbness, men by far, judging from history, is unsurpassed. We humbly admit it but hey, you still need us to take out the garbage, right?
From Left to right:
Man 01: I have the best haircut
Man 02: Man of steel, all brawns but little brains, I mean can't he call the police or something...??
Man 03: I can afford a $300 leather jacket but not a $7 haircut
Man 04: The fear IN all men - baldness, besides stupidity, insecurity, low IQ, dead broke, rejection, dullness ...
Man 05: Genius representation of what a MAN truly is.
Conclusion : Man ego-head is actually mis-spelled - suppose to be egg head.
Because I'm a Man - so say the egg-head man [are you one?]
Because I'm a man, when I lock my keys in the car I will fiddle with a wire clothes hanger and ignore your suggestions that we call a road service until long after hypothermia has set in.
Because I'm a man, when the car isn't running very well, I will pop the hood and stare at the engine as if I know what I'm looking at. If another man shows up, one of us will say to the other, "I used to be able to fix these things, but now with all these computers and everything, I wouldn't know where to start." We will then drink beer.
Because I'm a man, when one of our appliances stops working I will insist on taking it apart, despite evidence that this will just cost me twice as much once the repair person gets here and has to put it back together.
Because I'm a man, I must hold the television remote control in my hand while I watch TV. If the thing has been misplaced, I may miss a whole show looking for it (though one time I was able to survive by holding a calculator).
Because I'm a man, I don't think we're all that lost, and no, I don't think we should stop and ask someone. Why would you listen to a complete stranger -- I mean, how the hell could he know where we're going?
Because I'm a man, I am capable of announcing, "One more beer and I really have to go", and mean it every single time I say it, even when it gets to the point that the one bar closes and my buddies and I have to go hunt down another. I will find it increasingly hilarious to have my pals call you to tell you I'll be home soon, and no, I don't understand why you threw all my clothes into the front yard. Like, what's the connection?
Because I'm a man, you don't have to ask me if I liked the movie. Chances are, if you're crying at the end of it, I didn't.
Because I'm a man, yes, I have to turn up the radio when Bruce Springsteen or The Doors comes on, and then, yes, I have to tell you every single time about how Bruce had his picture on the cover of Time and Newsweek the same day, or how Jim Morrison is buried in Paris and everyone visits his grave. Please do not behave as if you do not find this fascinating.
Because I'm a man, I think what you're wearing is fine. I thought what you were wearing five minutes ago was fine, too. Either pair of shoes is fine. With the belt or without it looks fine. Your hair is fine. You look fine. Can we just go now?
Because I'm a man, and this is, after all, the 21st century, I will share equally in the housework. You just do the laundry, the cooking, the gardening, the cleaning, and the dishes. I'll do the rest.
THIS HAS BEEN A PUBLIC SERVICE MESSAGE FOR WOMEN, TO BETTER UNDERSTAND THE MALE ANIMAL.
Source:
Brain Candy, 2008, Because I am a Man, http://www.corsinet.com/braincandy/hgender3.html, Visited on 27th October
3 comments:
wah sir, does your wife read your blog? ^^
haha.. only egg head man will take the joke seriously. but we all have certain degree of egoistical traits, don't we? thumping our chest trying to show who is the real boss.
Sir, can we also get some 'hint' on P1 in this sitting from u?
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