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If Men Planned Weddings
Men's Thoughts On Their Women

IF MEN PLANNED WEDDINGS

There would be a "Rehearsal Dinner Kegger" until the cops showed up.

Bridesmaids would wear matching blue jean cutoffs and halter tops.

They would have NO tan lines and more skin showing than not.

Tuxes would have team logos on the back and the Nike shoes would have matching team colours.

June weddings would be scheduled around basketball play-offs.

Vows would mention cooking and sex specifically, but omit that "forsaking all others" part.

The couple would leave the ceremony in a souped up '73 Charger or some other Mopar with racing tires and flame designs on the side of the car.

Better yet, a Harley!

Idiots who tried to dance with the bride (unless they were really old) would get punched in the head.

Outdoor weddings would be held during sporting events at half-time or between innings.

Ceremonies would be short and honeymoons would be long.

Ceremonies and honeymoons would be inexpensive compared to the cost of the bachelor party.

The cost of strippers and booze really do add up.

Instead of a sit down dinner or a buffet, there would be a hog roast or buckets of chicken, pizza and plenty of barbecue.

No one would bother with that "Veil Routine". But they would insist that the garter be as high up on her leg as it could go.

MEN'S THOUGHTS ON THEIR WOMEN

"What's mine is hers. I buy her negligees; she sleeps in my T-shirts. When she's cold she wears my wool socks to bed, never her own. She steals my half- used razors; new ones are too sharp. She even wears my boxers. I'm tempted to switch to briefs just to see what she'd do."

"My wife's allergic to everything. Her nose is chronically stuffed. If I kissed her on the mouth, she'd suffocate."

"She has an uncanny way of standing between me and the television screen. Bases loaded, two strikes, three balls. The crowd goes wild, the pitch flies, and all I can see is her butt."

"She wears these false eyelashes. She left 'em lying around and I slammed 'em with my newspaper, tried to kill the damn things. Scared me half to death."

"She was furious when I got up early once and made her breakfast. Called me controlling. How dare I decide that she would eat breakfast, let alone what she'd have?"

"She makes lists. Things to buy. Things to do. People to call. If it's not on the list, it doesn't get done. Once, to be funny, I put "sex" on the list. Mistake. Now it has to be on the list or it doesn't get done."

"When she gets an idea in her head, there's no stopping her. And no rest for anyone until it's done. It's not so bad when the idea is to bake cookies, or even to go on vacation. But when it's to build a new house, or to get pregnant, things get pretty intense."

"She'll brush her teeth but she won't go to the dentist. She says she's not afraid of the pain, she just doesn't want to put herself in the hands of any fellow who'd choose to be a dentist."

"Every so often boom she's a brunette. Or I come home to a redhead. Actually, I have no idea what her natural colour is."

"She's stopped shaving her legs. She says that now people will know she's a natural blonde."

"Have you ever seen a woman with green crust and slime smeared over her face, dark holes for her nostrils? Do you think you'd be able to sleep at night, knowing that creature is next to you?"

"It annoys her that our children look like me."

"She takes her half of the bed out of the middle."

"In bed I'm her high school teacher, captain of the football team, her boss, the bad boy, a waiter, a lifeguard, a telephone repairman, a cop. Once in a while I'd like to be me."

"She takes those soaps too seriously. I'll come home and find her in tears because some character died. Or upset that some nonexistent guy's having a fictional affair."

"She will not shop at discount stores or sales. She thinks they're crowded and plebeian. She doesn't even look at the reduced rack, other than, perhaps, for gifts for my mother."

"With five kids, I don't have time to complain about my wife. I don't have time to notice her."

"Counting my wife and our teenage girls, that's four women. Somebody's always got PMS."

"After sex, I mean the second after, she continues where she left off. Her eyes open and before you can breathe, you hear, 'And, oh, yeah, I have to defrost the chicken, and your mother wants you to pick up her dry cleaning."