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Women Are Like Football Grounds
Delia's Way
The Perfect Man & Perfect Woman
It's About To Start
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It can happen to any of us, but when the crew of a United States
airliner made a wrong turn during taxying and came nose to nose with
another aircraft, the furious ground controller screamed:
"<Call sign>, where are you going? I told you to turn right on
'Charlie' taxiway; you have turned right on 'Delta'. Stop right
there."
Continuing her verbal lashing of the embarrassed crew, she shouted "You've screwed everything up. It'll take forever to sort this out. You stay right there and don't move until I tell you to. You can expect progressive taxi instructions in about half-an-hour and I want you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell you and how I tell you. You got that?"
Naturally, the frequency went very quiet until an unknown male pilot
broke the silence and asked:
"Wasn't I married to you once?"
Flight Safety magazine
Problem: I am thirsty and in need of refreshment.
Man Solution: Drink beer.
Woman Solution: Spend five hours deciding which flavour of Bacardi Breezer to drink, worry about getting fat, count calories in each flavour, get stressed as blokes have bought six rounds by this point, have a glass of water as it's 11pm sulk for the week because you got left out and had to drive.
Problem: I feel bloated and uncomfortable.
Man Solution: Fart As Loudly as possible. Celebrate by having a beer.
Woman Solution: Spend £12 on Wind-eze and other such quack medication because ladies don't fart apparently. Sulk because he saves the biggest fart until you're in bed together.
Problem: My feet hurt.
Man Solution: Find a pub and take the weight off them. Have a beer whilst you're at it.
Woman Solution: Spend £250 on new shoes. Never wear them as they're uncomfortable when new.
Problem: I am hungry.
Man Solution: Eat food. Any food. Preferably hot enough to generate a beer thirst.
Woman Solution: Spend seven hours finding suitable low-calorie food that satisfies your taste buds, spend hours cooking and preparing it. Sulk when bloke arrives stinking of beer with a Donner Kebab.
Problem: I am depressed.
Man Solution: Drink beer with your mates, talk about how great breasts are and forget what the problem was.
Woman Solution: Cry. For no reason whatsoever. Ring bloke. Get upset with him for something he didn't do/doesn't remember doing/wasn't physically capable of doing. Ring friend make her cry too.
Problem: I am bored and have no money.
Man Solution: Have a beer - that's what you spent your money on right?
Woman Solution: Count your collection of unworn shoes, tidy house, shout at bloke for being messy, watch Bridget Jones/Titanic/Girlie Film. Cry about something meaningless and unimportant, cry more because you don't know why you're crying. Think how wonderful bloke is as he gives you a loving cuddle, until you notice that he smells of beer and is actually relying on you to hold him upright. Shout a bit and cry some more.
Driving to the office this morning on the M4, I looked over to my left and there was a woman in a brand new BMW doing 85 MPH per hour with her face up next to her rear view mirror putting on her eyeliner!
I looked away for a couple seconds and when I looked back she was halfway over in my lane, still working on that makeup!!!
It scared me (I'm a man) so much, I dropped my electric shaver, which knocked the donut out of my other hand. In all the confusion of trying to straighten out the car using my knees against the steering wheel, it knocked my mobile phone away from my ear which fell into the coffee between my legs, splashed and burned Big Jim and the Twins, ruined the damn phone and
DISCONNECTED AN IMPORTANT CALL!!!!!!!
WOMEN DRIVERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Two deaf men were talking on their coffee break, about being out late the night before. The first man said," My wife was asleep when I got home, so I was able to sneak into bed, and not get into trouble."
The second deaf man said, " Boy you're lucky. My wife was wide awake, waiting for me in bed, and she started swearing at me and giving me hell for being out so late."
The first deaf man asked, " So what did you do?"
"I turned out the light," the second man replied.
The 5 questions most feared by men are:
What makes these questions so difficult is that every one is guaranteed to explode into a major argument if the man answers incorrectly (i.e., tells the truth). Therefore, as a public service, each question is analysed below, along with possible responses.
Question # 1: What are you thinking about?
The proper answer to this, of course, is:
"I'm sorry if I've been pensive, dear. I was just reflecting on what a warm, wonderful, thoughtful, caring, intelligent woman you are, and how lucky I am to have met you."
This response obviously bears no resemblance to the true answer, which most likely is one of the following:
Question # 2: Do you love me?
The proper response is: "YES!" or, if you feel a more detailed answer is in order, "Yes, dear."
Inappropriate responses include:
Question # 3: Do I look fat?
The correct answer is an emphatic: "Of course not!"
Among the incorrect answers are:
Question # 4: Do you think she's prettier than me?
Once again, the proper response is an emphatic: "Of course not!"
Incorrect responses include:
Question # 5: What would you do if I died?
A definite no-win question. (The real answer, of course, is "Buy a Corvette and a Boat").
Delia Smith is the UK's version of Martha Stewart - a household legend.
Delia's Way #1
Stuff a miniature marshmallow in the bottom of a sugar cone to prevent
ice cream drips.
The Real Women's Way
Just suck the ice cream out of the bottom of the cone, for God's sake.
You are probably lying on the couch with your feet up eating it anyway.
Delia's Way #2
To keep potatoes from budding, place an apple in the bag with the
potatoes.
The Real Women's Way
Buy Smash mashed potato mix and keep it in the pantry for up to a year.
Delia's Way #3
When a cake recipe calls for flouring the baking tin, use a bit of the
dry cake mix instead and there won't be any white mess on the outside of
the cake.
The Real Women's Way
Tesco's sell cakes. They even do decorated versions.
Delia's Way #4
If you accidentally over-salt a dish while it's still cooking, drop in a
potato slice.
The Real Women's Way
If you over salt a dish while you are cooking, that's tough sh*t. Please
recite with me the Real Women's motto: "I made it and you will eat it
and I don't care how bad it tastes."
Delia's Way #5
Wrap celery in aluminium foil when putting in the refrigerator and it
will keep for weeks.
The Real Women's Way
It could keep forever. I don't eat it.
Delia's Way #6
Brush some beaten egg white over pie-crust before baking to yield a
beautiful glossy finish.
The Real Women's Way
Tesco's frozen pie directions do not include brushing any egg whites
over the crust so I don't do that.
Delia's Way #7
Cure for headaches: Take a lime, cut it in half and rub it on your
forehead. The throbbing will go away.
The Real Women's Way
Cure for headaches: Take a lime, cut it in half and drop it in 8 ounces
of tequila. Drink the tequila. You might still have the headache, but
who gives a sh*t?
Delia's Way #8
If you have a problem opening jars, try using latex dishwashing cloths.
They give a non-slip grip that makes opening jars easy.
The Real Women's Way
Go ask mister tight arse, cute legs, single neighbour to do it for you.
And finally the most important tip -
Delia's Way #9
Freeze leftover wine into ice cubes for future use in casseroles and
sauces.
The Real Women's Way
Leftover wine?????
There was a perfect man who met a perfect woman. After a perfect courtship, they had a perfect wedding. Their life together was, of course, perfect. One snowy, stormy Christmas Eve, this perfect couple was driving their perfect car along a winding road, when they noticed someone at the side of the roadside in distress. Being the perfect couple, they stopped to help. There stood Santa Claus with a huge bundle of toys. Not wanting to disappoint any children on the eve of Christmas, the perfect couple loaded Santa and his toys into their vehicle. Soon they were driving along delivering the toys. Unfortunately, the driving conditions deteriorated and the perfect couple and Santa Claus had an accident.
Only one of them survived the accident. Who was the survivor?
The perfect woman. She's the only one that really existed in the first place. Everyone knows there is no Santa Claus and there is no such thing as a perfect man...
Women, stop reading here.
So, if there is no perfect man and no Santa Claus, the perfect woman must have been driving. This explains why there was a car accident.
(by the way if you're a woman, and you're reading this...this brings up another point....women never listen either.......)
A man came home from work, sat down in his favourite chair turned on the TV, and said to his wife, "Quick, bring me a beer before it starts."
She looked a little puzzled, but brought him a beer. When he finished it, he said, "Quick, bring me another beer. It's gonna start." This time she looked a little angry, but brought him another beer anyway. When it was gone, he said, "Quick, another beer before it starts."
That's it! She blows her top! "You bastard! You waltz in here, flop your fat arse down, don't even say hello to me and then expect me to run around like your slave. Don't you realise that I cook and clean and wash and iron all day long?"
The husband sighed. "Oh f*ck - it's started!"