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Home Economics?
How many men took Home Economics as a course in school?
I know as a female I did and learned the finer points of running a household {cooking, sewing, etc}. Both my sons took the course under urgings from my hubby. That way they wouldnt have to be dependent on a woman to sew a button or cook a meal.
What about the rest of you? Is that considered just a female oriented undertaking?
Did you learn by necessity?
I know as a female I did and learned the finer points of running a household {cooking, sewing, etc}. Both my sons took the course under urgings from my hubby. That way they wouldnt have to be dependent on a woman to sew a button or cook a meal.
What about the rest of you? Is that considered just a female oriented undertaking?
Did you learn by necessity?
FART FOOTBALL
An old married couple no sooner hit the pillows when the old man passes gas and says, "Seven Points."
His wife rolls over and says, "What in the world was that?"
The old man replied, "Its fart football."
A few minutes later his wife lets one go and says "Touchdown, tie score."
After about five minutes the old man lets another one go and says, "Aha. I'm ahead 14 to 7."
Not to be outdone the wife rips out another one and says, "Touchdown, tie score."
Five seconds go by and she lets out a little squeaker and says, "Field goal, I lead 17 to 14."
Now the pressure is on the old man. He refuses to get beaten by a woman, so he strains real hard. Since defeat is totally unacceptable, he gives it everything he's got, and accidentally poops in the bed.
The wife says, "What the hell was that?"
The old man says, "Half time, switch sides."
His wife rolls over and says, "What in the world was that?"
The old man replied, "Its fart football."
A few minutes later his wife lets one go and says "Touchdown, tie score."
After about five minutes the old man lets another one go and says, "Aha. I'm ahead 14 to 7."
Not to be outdone the wife rips out another one and says, "Touchdown, tie score."
Five seconds go by and she lets out a little squeaker and says, "Field goal, I lead 17 to 14."
Now the pressure is on the old man. He refuses to get beaten by a woman, so he strains real hard. Since defeat is totally unacceptable, he gives it everything he's got, and accidentally poops in the bed.
The wife says, "What the hell was that?"
The old man says, "Half time, switch sides."
