I don?t have to ask if you understand women, ?cause if you do, you?re inserious shit up to yer neck already. At one time or another, all of uscard-carryin? male chauvinist pigs has asked himself, ?Why the fuck did shedo that?? Being the kind, considerate mate that my ol? lady swears I?m not(the lyin? skunk), I tried to delve into the female psyche to find out alittle more about their thought patterns so I could help out all my equallyconfused brothers.
When we?re young, we all start out like dogs chasin? cars: We chase ?embecause it?s fun, but when we catch one, we don?t know how to drive it. Wespend the next few years lookin? for one that?ll teach us to drive, then weall think we?re the Mario Andretti of Motel 6. Just remember this before yastart the race: Nice guys finish last.
At great risk to my sanity, I found myself included in some honestto goodness ?girl talk.? They were kind enough to totally ignore me whilediscussing their love lives, social calendar and personal hygiene while Iwas locked in the end stall with my boots pulled up on the toilet seat. Ilearned a few things, and reinforced the truth of some observations I?dalready made for myself through years of experience dealing with theobstinate sex.
First, I learned that women are after most of the same thingsin life that we are — money, fast machinery, good booze and earth-shaking good sex. Unfortunately for them, they expect to get them from? you guessed it, us.Good fuckin? luck, ladies! The fast machinery we can take care of for ya?.Unfortunately, the money is all used up on the fast machinery, and ANY sexis earth-shaking good to us if we?re the ones gettin? it.
Second, I found out that ALL girls are bad girls. They lookfor a guy who treats them good, takes care of all their wants before his own and is attentive to their every word, then they marry the poor bastard. From twohours after the wedding (or less, depending on the best man), they sneakout and fuck the ears off of every bad boy who treats ?em like shit, slaps?em into submission and throws ?em out the door without so much as aHandi-wipe when he?s done.
I asked several women why this phenomenon inevitably occurs, andthey informed me that sex with bad boys was wilder and better than with thenice, attentive, dull motherfuckers they marry. ?Well, then,? I asked, ?why not marry the bad boys?? They looked at me like I?d just farted in church, and answered in chorus; ?Do we look like we?re fuckin? nuts to you? Besides, sex is no fun unless we?re getting away with something!?
Now, don?t get me wrong here, this makes it a hell of a loteasier for us bad dogs to get laid, but if we?re bad dogs who are also good to our ol? ladies, what?s goin? on at home when we?re out havin? earth-shaking good sex with somebody else?s ?good girl??
Allow me to give ya? an example: Let?s say, for the sake of conversation,that yer offspring is hung like a prize bull. Ya look down at yer ownsickeningly average size weddin? tackle, and scratch yer head. One time,you read somewhere that 97 percent of all adult male offspring have the same size twat cannon as their daddy. ?OK,? ya tell yourself, ?lucky for him he?s in the 3 percent that don?t. He?ll thank me some day.?
Now that?ll get ya by unless it gets ya thinking, which is always bad.Never try to think when you?re sober, because then ya start to notice otherthings. How come he?s skinny, and everybody on both sides of the family is fatter?n hogs? How come he grins just like your ol? lady?s ex-boyfriend inthe picture she hid before ya could get a close look at it? You know, theskinny guy with the humongous? Hey! Wait a fuckin? minute here! Wasn?t shethe one who wouldn?t hump ya as often after the weddin? because she wasn?tgettin? away with somethin? anymore? If I were you, I?d hand the lil? sumbitch in question a wrench or a shotgun an? see if he inherited anything from you! After all, it could all just be a coincidence, ya know.
Last, but not least, I learned that women always change.Remember that sexy little thing with the ?come fuck me? smile who used to meet ya at the door with a drink an? a wink? When did she turn into the born-again virgin who greets ya in a bathrobe and curlers, with a list of shit that needs fixin??
If I were you, I?d fix myself a good strong drink, ?cause it looks to melike you?re gonna have to do a shitload of clear thinkin? here, pal. Butremember: Somewhere out there is somebody else?s good girl, and she?s justwaitin? for a bad dog like you to come along!
