It doesn’t take a genius to figure out half the money and all the pussy , it won’t take long before you have all the money . Why do women argue to be equal when they are already superior .
Ok I’m a late 60’s boomer happily married 41 years next month “really”…long past his prime time youthful sexual adventures most of us remember (if we really had many)…but until I settled down for “happily ever after” in 76 at 26 and retired my Mick/Wop gad about…I had more woman and more of them chasing me then any other guy I ever knew…except one. I called him the Pirate.
The Pirate and I became friends, hung around together for a magnificent 6 eventful months and were a tag team match picking up women (no girls) that was EPIC.
We were both extroverts, confidant bordering on cocky, dark, brooding and more then a little dangerous then. We drove fast cars, did some drugs (nothing heavy duty addictive) occasionally got into a bar fight (usually over women) drank too much, sky dived, and were combat vets with chips on our shoulders.
I called him the Pirate because I never knew anyone that had more women (at that rarefied promiscuous era and age) then me. I was a certified bad boy but he was a certified Pirate. He treated women like wenches and they were all over him…in droves. I never saw so many women after one guy at the same time in my life.
And that was his philosophy with women. He said: “Treat them like a Pirate would and they will chase you down over and over.” He did and they did. Beautiful women of all types and stripes.
However, I had a soft spot…and I married it. I met a little blue eyed petite flower and in a purple haze soon retired the gad about.
The Pirate…he was disgusted when I told him I fell in love and settled down. I wouldn’t be surprised if by now he is probably wearing a patch over one eye…but statistically…I know he is probably dead.
MadMike
March 29, 2018 9:43 pm
Does Kevlar count?
gilberts
March 29, 2018 9:53 pm
Don’t worry. Wear the vest. And go down the street and buy a gun. Bring it in the house, put it wherever you put yours, and say nothing. If your wife says anything, just say you only got that one. Don’t name the precise # of ones you own, whether that single one, or the entire arsenal you currently own.
Next time you feel like it, buy another gun. Bring it in the house and put it wherever you put yours and say nothing.
Next time you feel like it, buy another gun. Bring it in the house and put it wherever you put yours and say nothing.
By about the 3rd or 4th one, she will no longer be able to recognize your .357 from your 12 gauge from your AR15 from your quad 50 AA mount. Now, you’re free to start a parade of firearms into the house of all makes, models, calibers, etc. If she ever gets curious, just tell her you’ve had it for a while, which will be true, even if a while is half an hour since you paid for the gun at the gunshop. And all because you bit the bullet, so to speak, and wore the stupid vest.
This is a smart man! Fifty years of this kind of arrangement at our house.
wholy1
March 29, 2018 10:01 pm
totally “whipped”
Mark
March 29, 2018 10:44 pm
My wife has no idea how many guns I have…she has two a .38 snub nose and a 20 gauge I make her shoot once a year…she has no choice…I may need a trained back up or what if I’m not home?
She will never be a gun person like me…but she can defend herself…and is a reluctant but good shot with both.
Web have practiced a hostage situation and we have a code word (her middle name) that if I yell it she is to fold over (if being held) or drop to the ground or get as low as she can so I can shoot who ever I have to that has a hold of her or is close or if she is in-between us.
I have 7 loaded handguns hidden in the house and one shot gun.
The heavy artillery is spread out in multiple hidden impossible to quickly steal from locations…if ever actually located.
Not Sure
March 30, 2018 6:28 am
A comment I picked up from, I think WRSA,
Compromise then
You give a little, I give a little we agree on the outcome.
Compromise today
I take what I want and whatever I don’t take you can have, but I will be back for it later.
You are Trump and your wife is Schumer
OMG, where is my barf bag? LOL
Not related, but a decent place to give all a heads-up on the latest GloBULL Warming results of ‘studies’ from the Gov’t Grants to the scientologists:
“Eye-roller study: Easter eggs bad for environment and global warming”
“Tastebugs: Helping Children Accept the Consumption of Climate Friendly Insects”
These came in over at WUWT.
As for me , I would like to see more posts on geoengering and the globle warming fraud.
Yep, prime example of what compromise means to a woman.
Happy wife, happy life.
Unhappy wife, indentured servitude.
What a bargain.
Half the money and all the pussy. Hardly fair.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out half the money and all the pussy , it won’t take long before you have all the money . Why do women argue to be equal when they are already superior .
Ok I’m a late 60’s boomer happily married 41 years next month “really”…long past his prime time youthful sexual adventures most of us remember (if we really had many)…but until I settled down for “happily ever after” in 76 at 26 and retired my Mick/Wop gad about…I had more woman and more of them chasing me then any other guy I ever knew…except one. I called him the Pirate.
The Pirate and I became friends, hung around together for a magnificent 6 eventful months and were a tag team match picking up women (no girls) that was EPIC.
We were both extroverts, confidant bordering on cocky, dark, brooding and more then a little dangerous then. We drove fast cars, did some drugs (nothing heavy duty addictive) occasionally got into a bar fight (usually over women) drank too much, sky dived, and were combat vets with chips on our shoulders.
I called him the Pirate because I never knew anyone that had more women (at that rarefied promiscuous era and age) then me. I was a certified bad boy but he was a certified Pirate. He treated women like wenches and they were all over him…in droves. I never saw so many women after one guy at the same time in my life.
And that was his philosophy with women. He said: “Treat them like a Pirate would and they will chase you down over and over.” He did and they did. Beautiful women of all types and stripes.
However, I had a soft spot…and I married it. I met a little blue eyed petite flower and in a purple haze soon retired the gad about.
The Pirate…he was disgusted when I told him I fell in love and settled down. I wouldn’t be surprised if by now he is probably wearing a patch over one eye…but statistically…I know he is probably dead.
Does Kevlar count?
Don’t worry. Wear the vest. And go down the street and buy a gun. Bring it in the house, put it wherever you put yours, and say nothing. If your wife says anything, just say you only got that one. Don’t name the precise # of ones you own, whether that single one, or the entire arsenal you currently own.
Next time you feel like it, buy another gun. Bring it in the house and put it wherever you put yours and say nothing.
Next time you feel like it, buy another gun. Bring it in the house and put it wherever you put yours and say nothing.
By about the 3rd or 4th one, she will no longer be able to recognize your .357 from your 12 gauge from your AR15 from your quad 50 AA mount. Now, you’re free to start a parade of firearms into the house of all makes, models, calibers, etc. If she ever gets curious, just tell her you’ve had it for a while, which will be true, even if a while is half an hour since you paid for the gun at the gunshop. And all because you bit the bullet, so to speak, and wore the stupid vest.
This is a smart man! Fifty years of this kind of arrangement at our house.
totally “whipped”
My wife has no idea how many guns I have…she has two a .38 snub nose and a 20 gauge I make her shoot once a year…she has no choice…I may need a trained back up or what if I’m not home?
She will never be a gun person like me…but she can defend herself…and is a reluctant but good shot with both.
Web have practiced a hostage situation and we have a code word (her middle name) that if I yell it she is to fold over (if being held) or drop to the ground or get as low as she can so I can shoot who ever I have to that has a hold of her or is close or if she is in-between us.
I have 7 loaded handguns hidden in the house and one shot gun.
The heavy artillery is spread out in multiple hidden impossible to quickly steal from locations…if ever actually located.
A comment I picked up from, I think WRSA,
Compromise then
You give a little, I give a little we agree on the outcome.
Compromise today
I take what I want and whatever I don’t take you can have, but I will be back for it later.
So how long did you intern in Pelosi’s office?
“The essence of trouble is that compromise is held to be a virtue of itself”. James Agee
Doesn’t this say it all!