Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave them in
a pile on the floor.
Walk naked to the bathroom. If you see your girlfriend/wife along the
way, wiggle your dick at her, making the woo-woo sound.
Look at your manly physique in the mirror and suck in your gut to see
if you have pecs (you don’t). Admire the size of your dick in the mirror,
scratch your balls, and smell your fingers for one last whiff.
Get in the shower.
Don't bother to look for a washcloth (you don't use one).
Wash your face.
Wash your armpits.
Crack up at how loud your fart sounds in the shower.
Wash your privates and surrounding area.
Wash your ass, leaving hair on the soap bar.
Shampoo your hair (do not use conditioner).
Make a shampoo Mohawk.
Pull back shower curtain and look at yourself in the mirror.
Pee (in the shower).
Rinse off and get out of the shower. Fail to notice water on the floor
because you let the curtain hang out of the tub the whole time.
Partially dry off.
Look at yourself in the mirror, flex muscles. Admire dick size.
Leave shower curtain open and wet bath mat on the floor.
Leave bathroom and fan light on.
Return to the bedroom with towel around your waist. If you pass your
girlfriend/wife, pull off the towel, grab your dick, say “Yeah baby” like
Austin Powers, and thrust your pelvis at her.
Throw wet towel on the bed. Take 2 minutes to get dressed.
How To Shower Like A Woman
Take off clothing and place it in sectioned laundry hamper according to
lights and darks.
Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown. If you see your
boyfriend/husband along the way, cover up any exposed flesh and rush to
bathroom.
Look at your womanly physique in the mirror and stick out your gut so
that you can complain and whine even more about how fat you are.
Get in the shower. Look for facecloth, armcloth, legcloth, long loofah,
wide loofah and pumice stone.
Wash your hair once with Cucumber and Lamfrey shampoo with 83 added
vitamins.
Wash your hair again with Cucumber and Lamfrey shampoo with 83 added
vitamins.
Condition your hair with Cucumber and Lamfrey conditioner enhanced with
natural crocus oil. Leave on hair for fifteen minutes.
Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for ten minutes until
red raw.
Wash entire rest of body with Ginger Nut and Jaffa Cake body wash.
Rinse conditioner off hair (this takes at least fifteen minutes, as
you must make sure that it has all come off).
Shave armpits and legs. Consider shaving bikini area but decide to get
it waxed instead.
Scream loudly when your boyfriend/husband flushes the toilet and you
lose the water pressure.
Turn off shower.
Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower. Spray mold spots with Tilex.
Get out of shower. Dry with towel the size of a small African country.
Wrap hair in super absorbent second towel.
Check entire body for the remotest sign of a zit. Attack with
nails/tweezers if found.
Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head.
If you see your boyfriend/husband along the way, cover up any expose
skin and then rush to the bedroom and spend an hour and a half getting
dressed, putting on makeup, etc.
Explain why the best women's cricket team in the
world wouldn't stand a chance against you and ten of
your mates. Include in your answer:
Why they throw the ball like spastics and catch
crocodile style
What you wouldn't mind doing with them in the
showers after the match.
Pamela Anderson's tits are plastic but look good in
photographs.
Compare and contrast the relative merits
of plastic and real tits for recreational purposes.
It is a long established fact that fat lasses are
more grateful for it.
Outline some of the reasons why this is so, and
explain why all feminists are fat, ugly lesbians.
or
Compare and contrast video lesbians with those you
have encountered in real life.
Write a critique of any ONE of the following films
you have watched at your mates house while his parents
were away for the weekend.
White Water Shafting
Three Into One Will Go
King Dong
Speared by Zulu Lovers
Include in your discussion a justification for such
films to be considered "art-house" rather than
pornographic.
Women drivers, eh? Discuss.
Section B (50%)
Describe an experiment to impress a girl by
lighting a fart. What apparatus would you require?
What risks would you run in lighting a fart and what
are the benefits? Write a balanced chemical equation
to describe the reaction that takes place when an eggy
fart is lit in a pub with a match.
Name something a woman has invented.
On average, women live 7 years longer than men yet
get their pension 5 years earlier. Explain why this
isn't fair, making reference to your lazy old granny
who lived to be 100 and your poor grandad who worked
52 years down the pit and died the day before he
retired.
Argue heatedly over the respective merits of the
Lamborghini Diablo and the Ferrari Testarossa without
ever having seen, let alone driven,either.
Discuss the philosophical implications of this
statement: "If a man speaks in a forest, and no woman
hears him, is he still wrong?"
Under no circumstances use any other toilet than your own, regardless of
any stomach pain which may be caused whilst waiting to get home.
With the toilet-brush, clean any residue left on the pan by your
boyfriend/husband. Also wipe his pubes off the seat with some toilet paper.
Flush the toilet before starting. Then wash your hands.
Line the toilet seat with toilet paper (as other people may have sat on
the toilet since it was last bleached).
Stuff toilet paper inside the pan to prevent splash-back.
Pull panties down and sit. Some women may still prefer to squat over the
seat as opposed to taking the risk of touching it with bare flesh.
Release solids, but strain to avoid making any sounds.
Rise and quickly flush before direct eye-contact is made with any faeces.
Take a length of toilet paper and fold it several times to positively
guarantee that no residue will touch bare skin (about five or six
applications per role).
Wipe once and throw paper into the pan. Do not look at the paper.
Repeat steps 9 and 10 at least thirty times. It may be necessary to yell
for your boyfriend/husband to find some more rolls to pass through the door
while promising not to open his eyes or pass any comments. It is traditional
to do this while he is trying to watch sport.
Flush the toilet and replace the lid.
Wash hands at least three times with disinfectant soap.
Open all windows and spray approximately half-a-can of air freshener.
Pick up all reading material left behind by your boyfriend/husband and
leave bathroom, closing the door firmly behind you.
15 Easy Steps to Shit like a Man:
Select reading material (can be anything except a porn-mag; tried by
every man once, but never repeated - see step 4).
Tell everyone along the way, "Just going for a dump, okay?" Always tell
girlfriend/wife, especially when she has visitors.
Other suitable phrases include:-
I'm going to see a friend off to the coast
Off to curl one down
Drop the kids off at the pool
Release the chocolate hostage
Liberate Richard the Third
Take a weight off my mind
Make a bum cigar
Do some cable laying
Have an Eartha Kitt
Grow a tail
I've got the turtle's head
I'm touching cloth
Pull pants and trousers around ankles, then sit down.
Adjust penis and testicles to hang comfortably without touching the
toilet rim.
Open reading material and relax.
Whilst waiting, it is traditional to audibly fart.
Sigh loudly as the first one bullets out. It is quite normal to
experience a cold jet of water rocket up your anus as a result of the first
bomb. This is to be endured if you want to be a real man.
Remain sitting and reading until pins-and-needles set in to your legs
and buttocks.
Rise and look at the poo. Make mental notes of any irregularities to
report to friends and girlfriend/wife, e.g. colour,consistency,any visible
traces of peanuts, etc. You must tell people about it.
Take long length of paper and wipe anus. You must look at the paper
before throwing it into the pan.
Repeat step 10 until there is no longer any evidence of faeces on the
paper.
Flush. If there is any residue left on the pan, under no circumstances
attempt to clean it off. In due course, it will come away by itself. Or
when your girlfriend/wife next uses the loo.
Leave the seat up. Leave the reading material on the floor (you can use
it again later).
Wash your hands once.
Vacate the bathroom, leaving the door open. It is important to a man's
self-esteem that other people smell his produce.
One day in the Garden of Eden, Eve calls out to God...
"Lord, I have A problem!"
"What's the problem, Eve?"
"Lord, I know you've created me and have provided this beautiful garden
and all of these wonderful animals, and that hilarious comedic snake, but
I'm just not happy."
"Why is that, Eve?" came the reply from above.
"Lord, I am lonely. And I'm sick to death of apples."
"Well, Eve, in that case, I have a solution. I shall create a man for
you." "What's a 'man', Lord?"
"This man will be a flawed creature, with many bad traits. He'll lie,
cheat,and be vain glorious; all in all, he'll give you a hard time. But,
he'll be bigger, faster, and will like to hunt and kill things. He will
look silly aroused, but since you've been complaining, I'll create him in
such in a way that he will satisfy your ah, physical needs. He'll be
witless and will revel in childish things like fighting and kicking a ball
about. He won't be too smart, so he'll also need your advice to think
properly.
"Sounds great," says Eve, with an ironically raised eyebrow.
"What's the catch, Lord?"
"Yeah, well.... you can have him on one condition."
"What's that, Lord?"
"As I said, he'll be proud, arrogant, and self-admiring...So you'll have
to let him believe that I made him first...So, just remember... it's a
secret...Woman-to-woman!"
This came from a student at Wake Forest Univ in North Carolina:
Remember the book "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus"? Well,
here's a prime example offered by an English professor at Southern
Methodist
University, English 44A, SMU, Creative Writing (Prof. Miller).
In-class Assignment for Wednesday: "Today we will experiment with a new
form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will
pair
off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. One of you
will then write the first paragraph of a short story. The partner will
read the
first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first
person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth.
Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the
story coherent. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been
reached."
"The following was actually turned in by two of my English students,
Rebecca and Gary."
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The
chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now
reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he
liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind
off Carl.
His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too
much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the
question.
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now
in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the
neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had
spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17,"
he
said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established.
No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish
particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his
ship's cargo bay.
The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across
the cockpit.
He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one
last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had
ever
had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless
hostilities
towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law
Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her
newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her.
She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth -- when the days had
passed
unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to
distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful
things
around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she
pondered wistfully.
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live.
Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the
first of
its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the
Uniilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through Congress had left Earth
a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to
destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the
treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough
firepower
to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly
initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the
atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine
headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the
inconceivably massive explosion which vaporized Laurie and 85 million
other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table.
"We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty!
Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My
writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic, semi-literate adolescent.
Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at
writing are the literary equivalent of Valium.
How many women with PMS does it take to change a light bulb?
ONE!!
And do you know WHY it only takes ONE? Because no one else in this
house knows HOW to change a light bulb. They don't even know the bulb is
BURNED OUT. They would sit in this house in the dark for THREE DAYS before
they figured it OUT. And once they figured it out they wouldn't be able to
find the light bulbs despite the fact that they've been in the SAME
CUPBOARD for the past SEVENTEEN YEARS. But if they did, by some miracle,
find the light bulbs, TWO DAYS LATER the chair that they dragged from two
rooms over to stand on to change the STUPID light bulb would STILL BE IN
THE SAME SPOT!!!!! AND UNDERNEATH IT WOULD BE THE CRUMPLED WRAPPER THE
STUPID #)#(*(*^*% LIGHT BULBS CAME IN. WHY??? BECAUSE NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE
EVER CARRIES OUT THE GARBAGE!!!! IT'S A WONDER WE HAVEN'T ALL SUFFOCATED
FROM THE PILES OF GARBAGE THAT ARE 12 FEET DEEP THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE
HOUSE. THE HOUSE!! THE HOUSE!!! IT WOULD TAKE AN ARMY TO CLEAN
THIS......That's how many.
This letter was started by a woman like yourself in the hopes of bringing
relief to other tired and discontented women. Unlike most chain letters
this one does not cost you anything. Just send a copy of this letter to
five of your friends who are equally tired and discontented.
Then, bundle up your husband or boyfriend and send him to the woman whose
name appears at the top of the list and add your name to the bottom of the
list.
When your name comes to the top of the list, you will receive 16,877 men
and one of them is bound to be a hell of a lot better than the one you
already have.
Do not break the chain. One woman broke the chain and got her own S.O.B.
back.
P.S. At this writing a friend of mine had already received 184 men.
They buried her yesterday, but it took three undertakers 35
hours to get the smile off her face, and 2 days to get her legs
together so they could close the coffin.