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Posted on Tue, Jul 25, 2006 11:37

Well I certainly am not scared of women.

Unless they are: French, Canadian, Greek, Italian, English, German, Spanish, North or South American, European, Asian, Australian, Middle Eastern or African. I have never met anyone from the north or south pole, so I may have do decide about those later.

And the same goes for the different races. I am only scared of women who are: black, white, brown, all shades of, plus pink, purple, and the colors in your crayon box.

If any of you guys are scared of women, please post your fears and women troubles here.

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Posted on Thu, Apr 12, 2007 20:22

Brady better be scared, and I am not talking about being scared of those 350 lb. linemen.

Maybe I better talk to him.



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Posted on Thu, Apr 12, 2007 19:56

OMG Bernito, you had to talk about football!!! Now you reminded me that I have recently been weined on football and I am in love with the "golden child" Tom Brady. Now that doesnt skeer me one bit! Now as for you?? You skeer me a tiny bit... hehehe

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Posted on Fri, Apr 06, 2007 18:03

Bernie, how skeerd are ya??

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Posted on Wed, Feb 28, 2007 01:13

Well, I just met a woman from the south pole, or maybe not from this planet. Definitely trouble with a cap T. Scary. Do I have a big sign on my head that attracts the strange ones?

I am going back to the ward and never come out.

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Posted on Wed, Feb 28, 2007 01:07

Fun, a woman probably took that bite out of his butt. Just another reason to be scared of them.

The list grows.

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Posted on Tue, Nov 21, 2006 09:05

this guy difinitly needed a woman's help with his wardrobe

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Posted on Mon, Nov 20, 2006 21:40

They couldn't fire me. I was paying them to be there.

And yes, I did hands on fittings. The only way to live.
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Posted on Fri, Nov 17, 2006 14:32

Hey Bernie, nothing like 'Hands on ' work to gain experience in some jobs, I'm sure it taught just where to put your finger on it, its called 'Job Satisfaction' , bet you never took your holiday entitlement either, bet they 'fired you' for Over Enthusiasm or did they find all the little bore holes in the changing room walls,



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Posted on Tue, Nov 14, 2006 17:49

Queenofyourdreams write:
Here is a motor bike decorated by a man. Maybe his woman made him do it?

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Queenie, No, his woman did it for him. She wanted him to look more macho, but made him wear his pink underwear anyway.

Naw,loneranger06, I never did foldle the merchandise. I specialized in bra and thong custom fitting. I paid the store owner $20 per hour to let me work there.



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Posted on Mon, Nov 13, 2006 09:01

Here is a motor bike decorated by a man. Maybe his woman made him do it?

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Posted on Sun, Nov 12, 2006 22:58

As long as we keep the back doors of our lives closed and the door locked and the windows of ours lives closed and locked then the only way is through the front door.

Keep the front porch light on too so you can see who at the door.

It might be....


Thats how I have kept single all these years the right one will come through the front door.Well so I hope.



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Posted on Sun, Nov 12, 2006 20:44

This is what a decorator can do to a nice motorcycle.

See what I mean.

Scary

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Posted on Sun, Nov 12, 2006 05:36

W's What about We're going shopping , come on, you never take me shopping.
What she really means, you push the cart so she can pile it high with stuff that takes hours to choose then , beat the plastic to death, then a week later do the same in reverse, take most of it back, too small, too big . wrong colour, friend had one the same, and so it goes on.
Have you noticed that you never get invited to the Sexy lingerie shops, she doesnt want you leering at the pretty shop assistants, or to get too horny looking at the merchandise.
W's ,bet your like me, go in there when shes not around for a quick fondle of the 'displays'



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Posted on Sat, Nov 11, 2006 11:28

I thought I would list a few more things that are scary about women.


DECORATING!!

Now that word really makes me want to puke. What that really means is that the house will have fluffy girly girly stuff everywhere and that there will be no room for you to put out anything that you like. In fact, if you like something, you can absolutely be positive that it will not match her roosters or grapes or owels or bunnies or whatever that she is nuts over. If you happen to have a beautiful rare oil painting worth millions, it would clash with her decor, but her cheap print would be so much better.

And those white, easy to maintain walls will wind up some pukey pink or some other such color that you will never be able to touch up without painting the whole house.

And that perfectly good floor or counter top or carpet will be the wrong color or wrong pattern, or whatever and she will be unhappy about it until the day she dies.

And she will want to take those beautiful wood cabinets, made of a very expensive wood with a great natural grain pattern and paint it her pukey pink. If the cabinet maker knew his beautiful wood was going to be pukey pink he would have used wood that cost 1/4 as much and probably tried to get a job elsewhere.


Decorating, that is a scary word all right. Probably second only to let's get pregnant.

lololol



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Posted on Wed, Sep 27, 2006 02:42

wwww1234 write:
OK, I found dunnies poem. I was wwwww back in those days. It was posted on the pictures for men only thread in Aug 05.

*********************************


Dunnattar and Big W times five,
Decided one day to go for a drive,
Big W was proud of his threshing machine,
And to see it in action was Dunna's dream,
So he took her to where the corn grows high,
Oh the sight of that Beast brought a tear to her eye,
She couldn't wait to climb on top,
To feel Big W's engine rock...
They threshed all day and into the night,
Amidst cries of joy and sheer delight,
They got dusty, sweaty and dirty that day,
And the worries of the world were far away..
Then suddenly the engine lay silent and still..
Both Dunna and W had had their fill..
Big W laughed and Dunna sighed.....
''Oh W that was a wonderful ride''

*****************************
Note:
I don't think Dunnie survived the ride. I sure miss her.

(maybe that will bring her out of hiding). She is a wonderful poet, just give her a subject. lol

nice morning visual, doublu's...i think i'll crawl back to bed for a bit...lol



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Posted on Tue, Sep 26, 2006 03:46

Hey W's Your definitely 'my man' Wow that brings back memories , i lived and went to a famous Devon school in a ton called Tiverton, i played a lot of rugby in those days of yore, and that song was one of our Bawdy ballads we would sing after a hard game of rugger either on the coach home or at our local, we used to sing many of Tom Lerhers songs, from his collection called Bawdy ballads
PS not sure how you spellToms name lol



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Posted on Mon, Sep 25, 2006 00:37

As you can see, lots of reasons to be scared of women.



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Posted on Mon, Sep 25, 2006 00:35

And that was the start of all of my troubles. Song by Ron & The Rude Boys

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Thrashing Machine

'Twas way down in Devon that I did hear tell,
I first set my eyes on our little Nell,
She was so pretty and only sixteen,
When I ups and I shows 'er my Thrashing Machine.

Chorus :
I 'ad 'er, I 'ad 'er, I 'ad 'er I ay,
I 'ad 'er, I 'ad 'er, I 'ad 'er I ay,
I 'ad 'er by night and I 'ad 'er by day,
And I ups and I shows 'er the West Country way.

The barn door was open and I steps inside,
Some hay in the corner I espied,
She worked the throttle and I worked the steam,
When I ups and I shows 'er my Thrashing Machine.
Chorus

Oh father, oh father, I've come to confess,
I've left a young maid in a hell of a mess,
Her blouse is all tattered, her ti*ts are all bare,
And there's something inside her that shouldn't be there.
Chorus

Oh son, oh son, you should have known better,
To woo a fair maid without a french letter,
Oh father, oh father, you do me unjust,
I used one of yours and the fu**ing thing bust.
Chorus

Six months later all is not well,
The poor little maid is beginning to swell,
And under her apron can clearly be seen,
The terrible works of my Thrashing Machine.
Chorus

Nine months later all has gone well,
A new little babe for our little Nell,
And under his nappy can clearly be seen,
A brand new two cylinder Thrashing Machine.
Chorus



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Posted on Mon, Sep 25, 2006 00:33

OK, I found dunnies poem. I was wwwww back in those days. It was posted on the pictures for men only thread in Aug 05.

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Dunnattar and Big W times five,
Decided one day to go for a drive,
Big W was proud of his threshing machine,
And to see it in action was Dunna's dream,
So he took her to where the corn grows high,
Oh the sight of that Beast brought a tear to her eye,
She couldn't wait to climb on top,
To feel Big W's engine rock...
They threshed all day and into the night,
Amidst cries of joy and sheer delight,
They got dusty, sweaty and dirty that day,
And the worries of the world were far away..
Then suddenly the engine lay silent and still..
Both Dunna and W had had their fill..
Big W laughed and Dunna sighed.....
''Oh W that was a wonderful ride''

*****************************
Note:
I don't think Dunnie survived the ride. I sure miss her.

(maybe that will bring her out of hiding). She is a wonderful poet, just give her a subject. lol



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