Men and Women
I’M GLAD I’M A MAN
I’m glad I’m a man, you better believe; I don’t live off of yogurt, diet coke, or cottage cheese. I don’t bitch to my girlfriends about the size of my breasts; I can get where I want to — north, south, east or west. I don’t get wasted after only 2 beers; and when I do drink I don’t end up in tears. I won’t spend hours deciding what to wear; I spend 5 minutes max fixing my hair. And I don’t go around checking my reflection; in everything shiny from every direction. I don’t whine in public and make us leave early; and when you ask why get all bitter and surly.
I’m glad I’m a man, I’m so glad I could sing; I don’t have to sit around waiting for that ring. I don’t gossip about friends or stab them in the back; I don’t carry our differences into the sack. I’ll never go psycho and threaten to kill you; or think every guy out there’s trying to steal you. I’m rational, reasonable, and logical too; I know what the time is and I know what to do. And I honestly think its a privilege for me; to have these two balls and stand when I pee. I live to watch sports and play all sorts of ball; it’s more fun than dealing with women after all. I won’t cry if you say it’s not going to work; I won’t remain bitter and call you a jerk. Feel free to use me for immediate pleasure; I won’t assume it’s permanent by any measure.
Yes, I’m so very glad I’m a man, you see; I’m glad I’m not capable of child delivery. I don’t get all bitchy every 28 days; I’m glad that my gender gets me a much bigger raise. I’m a man by chance and I’m thankful it’s true; I’m so glad I’m a man and not a woman like you!
I’M GLAD I’M A WOMAN
I’m glad I’m a woman, yes I am, yes I am; I don’t live off of Budweiser, beer nuts and Spam. I don’t brag to my buddies about my erections; I won’t drive to Hell before I ask for directions. I don’t get wasted at parties and act like a clown; and I know how to put that damned toilet seat down! I won’t grab your hooters, I won’t pinch your butt; my belt buckle’s not hidden beneath my beer gut. And I don’t go around “re-adjusting” my crotch; or yell like Tarzan when my headboard gets a notch. I don’t belch in public, I don’t scratch my behind.
I’m a woman you see — I’m just not that kind! I’m glad I’m a woman, I’m so glad I could sing; I don’t have body hair like shag carpeting. It doesn’t grow from my ears or cover my back; when I lean over you can’t see three inches of crack. And what’s on my head doesn’t leave with my comb; I’ll never buy a toupee to cover my dome. Or have a few hairs pulled from over the side; I’m a woman, you know – I’ve got far too much pride! And I honestly think its a privilege for me; to have these two boobs and squat when I pee. I don’t live to play golf and shoot basketball; I don’t swagger and spit like a Neanderthal. I won’t tell you my wife just does not understand; or stick my hand in my pocket to hide that gold band. Or tell you a story to make you sigh and weep; then screw you, roll over and fall sound asleep!
Yes, I’m so very glad I’m a woman, you see; forget all about that old penis envy. I don’t long for male bonding, I don’t cruise for chicks; join the Hair Club For Men, or think with my dick. I’m a woman by chance and I’m thankful, it’s true; I’m so glad I’m a woman and not a man like you!
The bride tells her husband
The bride tells her husband, “Honey, you know I’m a virgin and I don’t know anything about sex. Can you explain it to me first?”
“OK, Sweetheart. Putting it simply, we will call your private place ‘the prison’ and call my private thing ‘the prisoner’. So what we do is: put the prisoner in the prison.
And then they made love for the first time.
Afterwards, the guy is lying face up on the bed, smiling with satisfaction.
Nudging him, his bride giggles, “Honey the prisoner seems to have escaped.”
Turning on his side, he smiles. “Then we will have to re-imprison him.”
After the second time they spent, the guy reaches for his cigarettes but the girl, thoroughly enjoying the new experience of making love, gives him a suggestive smile, “Honey, the prisoner is out again!”
The man rises to the occasion, but with the unsteady legs of a recently born foal.
Afterwards, he lays back on the bed, totally exhausted.
She nudges him and says, “Honey, the prisoner escaped again.”
Limply turning his head, He YELLS at her, “Hey, its not a life sentence, OKAY!
I need it to poison my husband
A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, right up to the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, “I would like to buy some cyanide.”The pharmacist asked, “Why in the world do you need cyanide?”
The lady replied, “I need it to poison my husband.”
The pharmacists eyes got big and he exclaimed, “Lord have mercy!
I can’t give you cyanide to kill your husband! That’s against the law!
I’ll lose my license! They’ll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!”
The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist’s wife.
The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, “Well now. That’s different. You didn’t tell me you had a prescription.”