I think this is appropriate to the topic of the moment...lyrics to the gambler by kenny rogers - Bing
I think this is appropriate to the topic of the moment...lyrics to the gambler by kenny rogers - Bing
Nah... just try talking tractor or mechanical stuff and see how long they last!I think some men talk on here because it's the only place they can, and are deathly afraid their little WIFIE will find out what they have been up to. I think that's why some men are so afraid to include their location. SAD, but I think it's the truth.
Nah... just try talking tractor or mechanical stuff and see how long they last!
Many years ago we were camping and I had no tent pegs, went to a local general sore and asked for 6 tent pegs, the long thick ones, woman looked at me a bit strange but wandered off and came back with a box of tampax, we sorted it out and had a bit of a chuckle.Reminds me of a funny story. Several years ago, Sharn Jean sent me to the store to pick up a few items, among them was an item of feminine hygiene; with very specific instructions as to brand, type and number. I very surreptitiously walked into no man's land, and began to search for the item. I was having difficulty discerning exactly how to identify the specific object, and about that time a lady came down the aisle. I tried to act nonchalant, but I noticed her with a big grin on her face coming my way. I tried to ignore her, but she walked up in front of me with that big grin on her face, looked me straight in the eye and said: "Now you know how I feel when my husband sends me to the hardware store". Cracked me up (no pun intended) and we both had a good laugh.
Well as she ages her hormones must be changing. She acts more and more like woman. She wants more romance. It freaks me out.
Oh no, not that. Is watching Fox News together enough? Dim the lights a little, that should do it. :thumbsup:She wants more romance. It freaks me out.
Reminds me of a funny story. Several years ago, Sharn Jean sent me to the store to pick up a few items, among them was an item of feminine hygiene; with very specific instructions as to brand, type and number. I very surreptitiously walked into no man's land, and began to search for the item. I was having difficulty discerning exactly how to identify the specific object, and about that time a lady came down the aisle. I tried to act nonchalant, but I noticed her with a big grin on her face coming my way. I tried to ignore her, but she walked up in front of me with that big grin on her face, looked me straight in the eye and said: "Now you know how I feel when my husband sends me to the hardware store". Cracked me up (no pun intended) and we both had a good laugh.