Why can’t women make up their own minds?

[darroll]

This is why they need a man around.
Also to take the garbage out.

[blondie 11]

You can run, but you can not hide for long----

[kainsworth]

The heel is a little higher than mine, but yeah, I could live with that.

[darroll]

My wife looks at the menu for about a half hour.
I already know that I want, buckwheat pancakes for breakfast.

[blondie 11]

Darroll--where are you-?-PM your street address. I need to call you for something----I have the poison. It kills mice, wonder what it does to humans?. I do not have a pit bull. Wonder where I could find one? How fast can you run?

[darroll]

I guess that I will have to learn to run pretty fast.
I used to live in Washington State, but they threw me out.
I havn’t got a clue as to why?
PS, I still love the ladies.

LOL

[darroll]

Quite a few.
I had to keep the cat theme.

[larry kremis]

It seems to me that a woman's life is MUCH more interesting. Probably why men die first. Or is it because we want to?

[Janice71dg]

Not only am I capeable of making up my own mind , I'm adept at ' helping ' confused males make up theirs . Men take out the garbage because it is a chore that requires no instructions or deep thought .
" A man works from sun to sun but a womans work is never done ".

[HAVE_A_HEART]

So does that mean we don't have to work from moon to moon?

[SeaRain]

Ok, Darroll, is that from you or your brother Darroll? Which one do we go after?

Men are the ultimate passive/aggressive creature. They don't do anything because they know women will.

SeaRain

[blondie 11]

seaRain, I thought I was the only one that remembered that show. Kudos--Let the rest of them wonder! He is probably Larry and will not fess up.

[darroll]

MARRIAGE SEMINAR
While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication, Tom and
his wife Grace listened to the instructor, "It is essential that
husbands and wives know each other's likes and dislikes."
He addressed the man,
"Can you name your wife's favorite flower?"
Tom leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered, "It's
Pillsbury, isn't it?"