They don't even need an audience. I bet they'd sit in a room alone and still try to toot "The Star Spangled Banner" while snickering and smelling their own emissions.
eh I get really moody when I haven't eaten... or when I don't get enough sleep.
Men: What is so fascinating about the topic of poop, i.e. pooh, poo-poo, fecal matter, feces, crap. Do you really need to tell other men (or us) about the size, color, consistency?
What is it with men and not wanting to make their own sammiches?!
That's something you request in kindergarten.
Oh wait...I forgot...we're talking about men here. The ones that ask their wives to cut the crusts off their PB&J's and blow on their soup till it cools.
I've asked this question many, many times... why do you men have to spit? I don't have much of a problem with it, but some of you spit right in front of us ladies.
And...Does it matter to you if a girl can cook or not? Or is it just like a bonus if she can?
It's a bonus but not even near to being of significant relational importance to me.And...Does it matter to you if a girl can cook or not? Or is it just like a bonus if she can?