I really like to hear stories that are identifiably about guys. I have a few examples:
(From my friend Bob)
“We’re riding along in Clay’s VW bus, and see a snake in the road, so we stop to catch it. (Guy moment #1) It’s pregnant, but we take it home. (Guy moment #2) We put the eggs in a dish and watch them. (Guy moment #3). Of course we forgot about them and about 2 weeks later they were empty. We were catching baby snakes through the house for weeks.”
My friend Dan filled the dishwasher detergent cup with liquid meant for the sink. Even after we opened it because of all the foam coming out, I still had to spoon the unused liquid out of the cup.
There was the time my dad got into a wrestling match with another engineer at work and the friend got his finger stapled. They must have been about 32+.
I never bother to heat the Campell’s soup; I eat it right out of the can so I don’t have to clean the dish. I don’t even mix the condensed soups with anything, I just eat them out of the can.
I know I have others, I just can’t remember them right now. I’m sure you people have some others, or even “girl stories”: “He’s not just a colonel, he’s a lieutenant colonel!”
A friend of ours (female) was talking about a Sunday she spent with a friend of hers (also female). Lunchtime came by and, as she put it, “since we didn’t have the men with us we didn’t have to eat meat, so we had salad and cheese and everything was great!”
I thought that was kind of a weird thing to say… until…
one of the other students in my karate class had a birthday. There are only 3 students (all guys) and our sensei, and we train in sensei’s back yard. So, sensei announced we’d have a party. “I’ll go to Sam’s Club tonight to pick up some shrimp, show up for class early on Friday and we’ll go to Beyerly’s to pick up some steak, and we’ll need some beer, too.”
I asked, “Don’t we want anything besides meat?”
“Sure,” sensei said. “That’s what the shrimp and beer are for.”
I saw this on TV once. A pig gets stuck in a pool. It is one of those three foot above-ground pools with a ladder, so they had to figure out how to get the pig out. It was a pretty big pig, so they couldn’t just pick it up and bring it out, and besides, the pig was freaked out.
What a women (or at least me) would do: Get some boards, make a ramp, walk the pig out of the pool. Boards were available. You could see them on the ground around the pool.
What the guys on the show did: After a while of trying to prove manliness by trying to pick up the pig and lift him out (despite size and wriggling), they finally give up on that method. They then go get a bulldozer, yes, a bulldozer, and use that to scoop the pig out of the pool.
I can’t recall how the pig got into the pool in the first place.
Darn it heraldgwena! You stole me story! I was so prepared to tell everyone about the guys who tried to get a pig out of a pool using a tractor, when lo and Behold… It’s already there! Oh But I’ll get you, I remember how the pig got in the pool in first place!
The pig got into the pool by escaping from it’s pen (or wherever they kept it) and walking onto the deck around the pool and then falling into the pool. It slipped on the wet boards. So There!..
