Why We Can’t Put The Toilet Seat Down? We try to remember. We know you hate it when you plop down on an open toilet in the middle of the night and get your vagina wet—believe me, we know. But the thing is, we’re just on autopilot while we’re urinating. Flip the seat up, let it go, flush (if you’re lucky), and leave. Sorry about that.
Our Inability To Remember Details? It’s not that we can’t remember shit. Of course we can. It’s just that we don’t place the same importance on the same things. We’re great with sports statistics and movie quotes, but when it comes to your friend’s baby’s name or what you were wearing on our first date, well…
Our Need To fix Things? Sure, it’s easier to just call the landlord, but that’s for girls. We like the opportunity to break out the toolbox and repair (or at least attempt to repair) anything that’s broken.
Towel rack came off the wall? Easy. Toilet’s running? Probably need a trip to the hardware store (Bonus!).
The Hilarity Of Farts? How can you not like a nice, loud tooter to punctuate a point you’re trying to make? Or slipping out an SBD in a crowded room? Or shoving your head under the covers for a good old-fashioned hot box? It’s the height of humor.
Our Obsession With Gadgets? We like electronics. We like buttons. Even if it’s the most useless shit in the world, we want it and will spend hours playing with it.
Why We Try To Get You To Break Up With Us? This is on the darker side, because we know it’s not really fair. But men just don’t do emotion like the ladies, and when we do have to deal with it, we’re much more comfortable reacting, rather than instigating. So we act all mean and distant until you break up with us. Is it right? No. Does it work? Yes.
Our Love Of Boobs? What’s not to get? Boobs are awesome.
Why We Hate Shopping So Much? Shopping for men is never the whimsical good time depicted in countless ‘80’s movie montages. It’s boring. And annoying. And expensive. Just pick something, already.Keeping Our Emotions Bottled Up Is Actually A Good Thing? You can blame society, testosterone, or both, but men convert all negative emotions (such as sadness, embarrassment or jealousy) into anger. When we’re going through puberty, we either want to fuck or smash pretty much everything we come across. By adulthood, most of us can tamp it down—we want to be civilized. But you really don’t want to open that door. You might as well release the Kraken.
Our Inability To Remember Details? It’s not that we can’t remember shit. Of course we can. It’s just that we don’t place the same importance on the same things. We’re great with sports statistics and movie quotes, but when it comes to your friend’s baby’s name or what you were wearing on our first date, well…
Towel rack came off the wall? Easy. Toilet’s running? Probably need a trip to the hardware store (Bonus!).
The Hilarity Of Farts? How can you not like a nice, loud tooter to punctuate a point you’re trying to make? Or slipping out an SBD in a crowded room? Or shoving your head under the covers for a good old-fashioned hot box? It’s the height of humor.
Our Obsession With Gadgets? We like electronics. We like buttons. Even if it’s the most useless shit in the world, we want it and will spend hours playing with it.
Why We Try To Get You To Break Up With Us? This is on the darker side, because we know it’s not really fair. But men just don’t do emotion like the ladies, and when we do have to deal with it, we’re much more comfortable reacting, rather than instigating. So we act all mean and distant until you break up with us. Is it right? No. Does it work? Yes.
Our Love Of Boobs? What’s not to get? Boobs are awesome.
Why We Hate Shopping So Much? Shopping for men is never the whimsical good time depicted in countless ‘80’s movie montages. It’s boring. And annoying. And expensive. Just pick something, already.Keeping Our Emotions Bottled Up Is Actually A Good Thing? You can blame society, testosterone, or both, but men convert all negative emotions (such as sadness, embarrassment or jealousy) into anger. When we’re going through puberty, we either want to fuck or smash pretty much everything we come across. By adulthood, most of us can tamp it down—we want to be civilized. But you really don’t want to open that door. You might as well release the Kraken.
We Like Getting Compliments Too? And flowers. When’s the last time you sent your man flowers?
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