And men? Heh. They’re like a bus. You miss one, another one comes right along.
Women? They're like a truck. You miss one, another one comes along and runs you over, leaving you in the middle of the street with tread marks on your face.
Jeff,
I don’t know if you were trying to be funny but you had me laughin for almost two minutes.
When I was a young woman....man I hated being a woman. I was a woman’s libber, in the name of the Father, the Son and Holy Ghost.
So I hated men because....well they were men while I was a woman.
It was so unfair.
Somewhere along the way I managed to get four husbands and that don’t count the ones I lived with.
Even with all my inner simmering, the men would alkways stop by my bus depot, some of them stayed awhile.
;)
Awesome Jeff and oh so true (I have the tire tracks scars to prove it!)!!!!