The Man Cold January 6, 2009
Posted by Michael in Man Laws.trackback
IB Factoid of the Day™: the Christmas holiday slump cuts our traffic roughly in half.
I figure that’s a good thing. It is a good thing to deal with living human beings that you love. Even if some yelling of insults is involved.
But here’s a gem swiped from LauraW, on a super-secret site that I can not disclose. I guess it’s old, but it was new to me.
I can’t believe that Texas won the Fiesta Bowl in the fourth quarter like that.
The Big Ten took another whupping.
I hate OSU, but still, I root for Big Ten teams in bowl games, and that was painful to watch.
Do NOT underestimate the overwhelming power of the man-cold.
“But we have to give birth!” the women cry.
Big f’in deal. I NEED SOUP!!!
The Woman-Cold: On the second day of feeling like crap I got restless while sitting around bundled up with the chilly sweats. So I started a chicken soup, did fifteen minutes on my bike and followed up with some freeweights and then did housework for a few hours.
The activity did make me feel better for a while but I suddenly fagged out and had to eat the soup and resume the miserable chilly sweating on the recliner. Dozed a little.
Hubby watched football the whole time.
Well, that’s not true; he made breakfast and he did hit the foodstore to buy me the chickens.
Hubby watched football the whole time.
He’s trying to avoid the cold you seem to be intent on giving him by touching every damn thing in the house.
Fiesta Bowl: Good for Dave, too bad for Pups. Utah looked better than both of them and/or Alabama had a severe case of “don’t want to be here.”
No. I even soaped down the faucets after I used them.
I even soaped down the faucets after I used them.
ew?
C’mere so I can cough on you.
C’mere so I can cough on you.
ooooo, you little minx, you.
Lots of times I see or read these things critical of men and think, “Well, I am not at all like that!” This time, not so much.
Men know that we whine when we have a cold because whining accelerates the healing process in men.
We do it for you ladies. So we can get well faster. And take out the trash.
It’s OLD!
http://xbradtc.wordpress.com/2008/11/09/the-man-cold/
It’s OLD!
You can’t call it old if you were hiding it on your blog, xbradtc. It’s only old if someone has actually seen it before.
Is Dave in Texas hung over from the game? Or did his heart give out with two minutes to go?
That was a great game.
wiser, I stole it from The Hostages. So all the cool people have seen it.
wiser, I stole it from The Hostages.
??? When was that posted there?
Great Fiesta Bowl!!
My niece and her husband were at that game, and are bringing back goodies for all!
By the way, I have a poll going on my sorry site as to who is the best Bad Ass Good Guy.
Please let me have your moron opinions.
It was in the comments at the Hostages, wiser. Maybe you should read them sometime.
So all the cool people have seen it.
Hmmmph!
Maybe you should read them sometime.
yeah, like that’s gonna happen anytime soon.
who is the best Bad Ass Good Guy
John Cusack in Grosse Point Blank
But why not ask who is the best Good Ass Bad Guy, huh?
Betcha we wimmins have ideas about that.
BSU beating Oklahoma on the last play using the Statue of Liberty.
Best Fiesta Bowl EVAH!
My pick is for Bruce Lee
“…swiped from LauraW, on a super-secret site that I can not disclose.”
Oh please oh please oh please say Validating LauraW is back!
Seriously though, how many of you think LauraW made that site herself?
Seriously though, how many of you think LauraW made that site herself?
I would venture an opinion….but then again I hate the thought of having a curse placed upon my head or pins stuck in a voodoo doll of myself. So I will remain silent on this.
Mr. Minority, I like your website. ( who cares?)
Oh Mare, stop acting so humble and self-deprecating all the time. It’s not seemly around here.
By the way, were your parents retarded or what? They couldn’t figure out how to spell Mary?
“They couldn’t figure out how to spell Mary?”
No kidding, even Turkmenistan got that one right. And it only took them four tries. (Okay, they still can’t pronounce it right, but cut ‘em some slack — they’re Turks).
I can’t believe I sockpuppeted myself.
Runs away crying.
and scene.
I’ll have you know that my dear folks properly named me Mary.
Those close to me call me Mare as a term of endearment. As in “Hey, Mare the cat just coughed up a hairball on the carpet, could you take care of that?”
ew.
Calling a woman a horse is a term of endearment?
That’s news to me.
Maybe you could switch your handle to Pony.
That has a history here.
you think LauraW made that site herself?
*picks jaw up off floor*
I so confused.
Runs away crying.
Don’t let Mikey get to you, Mare. Here, throw this rock at his noggin’.
My brother said one of the most bizzare things he saw in Iraq was camel herders who would throw rocks at the animals to keep them organized.