I agree with this. Never microwave pizza. It’s better cold.
I do mine by wait. I wait until I have to, then dump everything in at once. The only exception is new, red shirts which get washed alone the first time or two. Pink underwear is NOT manly.
I do my laundry once a week. During the winter, this usually means more than one load, and so I sort them by light-dark, since I might as well. During the summer, it usually all fits into a single load, and so I don’t worry about it and just throw everything in together.
I wash slacks and shirts in cold water, and everything else in hot water. If everything will fit into one load, I use warm water. It has worked out just fine for me… Until I washed a red bath rug and a grey batch rug together. They’d been washed before, so I thought they were done giving off dye. I ended up with a red rug and a pink rug. :smack:
(Of course being a guy, I just used the pink, formerly grey, rug. It was still functional.)
Grandma? When did you learn English? For that matter, when did you learn to type?
My laundry takes hot water, and I better not hear any lip.
Or… Take a slice of leftover pizza, cut it into little bits, add them to a couple of eggs in a frying pan and make a pizza omelet. 
The SO thinks it’s weird when I eat standing up in the kitchen.
When a guy tells you, “I love dirty jokes,” they’re telling the truth.
(From Carlos Mencia): Every guy in the world has shit their pants (playing the fart game.)
When football fans meet soccer fans, there’s an obligatory round of “which one is the REAL football” that nobody pays attention to. Then, they both make jokes about rugby.
Real men don’t have tattoos. They have scars. And the scars have to be in manly places too, like on your knees from sliding too hard into home plate, or on your chin from a fight you had in 5th grade. The scar from a heart bypass surgery is a sign of weakness.
“Male bonding” is a way of saying “let’s get drunk and piss on stuff together in public that is not weird or gay” when there’s women present.
The only duet men sing with other men at karaoke bars is “Putting on the Ritz,” the Young Frankenstein version.
If you only wore something one day, you can just hang it and wear it again tomorrow.
I would rather eat breakfast food at every meal than leftovers for breakfast. But then, I hate leftovers and love breakfast food.*
*As in, if you told me I had to spend the rest of my life locked in one building I’d seriously consider an IHOP. I love Waffle House more, but I sure as hell wouldn’t want to use their bathrooms in the morning.
Not quite. Most of those things had long been established as breakfast food. What the cereal people were doing with “complete breakfast” was trying to tag along. There were a lot of people who thought of packaged (read with a sneer) “cold” cereal as inferior to a real, cooked breakfast and cereal companies were trying to sell to them. They basically substituted their product for the potatoes. Or for the hot cereal.
That could be a dieting competition thing. Some women don’t dare eat a fattening entree in front of other women. It’s not that they like salads, it’s just that they’re required.
Women’s breakfasts? Men’s breakfasts? The Mom thing to do is to make sure that all leftovers are used before they go bad. Of course, those who are determined to provide a proper breakfast for their family might serve the family regular breakfast food, while eating leftovers for breakfast themselves. That might include eating them from a bowl while standing in the kitchen, either while cooking the family breakfast or while cleaning up.
I’ve also seen bowl binging on leftovers at odd times of day, when no one is watching, because if you’re using up leftovers the inherent virtue in the act weakens the calories. And not sitting down means it doesn’t count. Especially if you don’t warm it up. Mom used to mix pickle relish with cold spaghetti “to counteract the grease.”
Nah. Comes from the “full English” breakfast - though without the fried tomato, thankfully.
I can get behind cold pizza or really any leftovers for breakfast but warm coke is an abomination!
Clearly you’ve never been to Australia, where the argument is over whether Rugby League, Rugby Union or Australian Rules (a Rugby-like) are “Real Football” (the answer changes which part of the country you’re in).
Soccer also insists it is “Football” and its proponents are correct in that it’s the only one of the four major footballs in this country that is predominantly played with one’s feet… buuuut there’s already three “Footballs” here so most people call Association Football “Soccer” whether it proponents like it or not.
… to which rugby/AFL fans respond that their codes are called football because their games are played on foot, as opposed to horseback.
I doubt this explanation, but there it is.
That’s a good one. I haven’t heard that before, but I like it.
You know what’s the difference between the NFL and rugby?
In the NFL, hugging is illegal.
I’m not hugely enthused about most of the customary “breakfast” foods, so frequently wind up with dinner leftovers as breakfast, which is fine by me. I’m definitely not a guy, though, as those (bleep) uterine cramps will testify.
My husband would say the same of a lot of foods. I won’t dispute it.
So that problem with my husband is linked to either his Y chromosome or to testosterone? I thought he was just playing helpless so I’d deal with finding $WHATEVER for him instead of making him put out the effort.