One of my old stand up bits (which probably wont translate well in writing) had to do with the torturous experience men must endure whilst going shopping with their wives/girlfriends. Men silently (or not so silently, Ill be over here honey!) gravitate to a corner with hopes of finding other lost souls of their own kind to keep their minds from entering a darker, equally frightening arena. The dodging such popular questions as: Honey, does this look good on me? or Do you think Doris and Blake would like this for Christmas? Are you sure they may not have it already? I could have sworn I saw it on their coffee table last time we were there! Maybe we should give it to them with the receipt just in case. Oh but I hate giving people the receipt. It shows how much we spent on them. What do you think, honey? Sweetie? SWEETIE!!! (like I said, it translates much better live) Anyway, I got a chuckle out of this piece here: mom.me/mind-body/10981-miserable-men-malls/
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 20:01:53 +0000
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