I take the opposite tack: I think they’re lacking in testosterone and are overcompensating hugely…
Maybe they know they’re running out and have to make the most of the time they have left.
I love yardwork. I couldn’t iron a sock and have it come out straight though. 
Man, We’d have so much fun! I’m a fun drunk and generally an ass too!
People who block entryways while at a stoplight/sign so people in the opposite turning lane have to wait for you to move (which usually requires a green light and then guess what - I have to wait for traffic to stop and pray to gawd that the next batch arent full off inconsiderate drivers).
Being bumper to bumper with the person in front of you WILL NOT make the light change to green any faster and allowing a couple of feet distance between to allow a car from the opposite lane to turn in to the lot/road WILL NOT cause other vehicles going the same direction as you to cut in front of you.
GRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr (of course, this is before I get my dose of coffee.)
I’ll help them run out–straight into a tree.
chowder–I like to garden. Can you cook (edible stuff)? If so, I’ll hop the Pond and do your yard work. I don’t drink so much, but I’m quiet and don’t take up much space.
Being woken up by thunder at 3 in the morning, especially when you’re a very heavy sleeper meaning the thunder must be EXTREMELY loud.
Owning things with an engine is almost like a disease. My brother in law has it. It’s a never ending parade from a 800 dollar gas powered rc car to his 30 thousand dollar circle track car. I don’t know though, when I was growing up guys like him were the coolest dads in the neighbor hood.
But you guys do have a point. One of my neighbors is a heavy set older guy who has 5 dirt bikes and the only time they see daylight is the one day a month he tunes them up. Oh joy. Can’t wait until next month.
Hey wait a minute!!! You trying to get my room with chowder ? Ah, screw it! It’s a lost cause. Your just too darn nice a person.
I am a legal assistant for bankruptcy attorneys. Business is real good. The phone rings A LOT. I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE it when I pick up the phone, and THE CALLER IS TALKING!!! To someone else. That is so flipping rude. These people need to respect my time and effort. I respect them enough to answer with a smile on my face even when I feel like punching someone’s lights out because they can’t hear my greeting and I have to repeat it. :mad: Grrrrrrrr
That happens to me all the time. I just barge right on through the noise with my greeting as if I didn’t hear it.
Same here. And if they don’t answer relatively quickly, I hang up. I suppose if I was denied the ability to hang up on them, I’d mutter “please hold”, put them on hold and move on to the next call or whatever I was doing.
Of course, when I was a dispatcher, I was never supposed to hang up on anyone, period. On that job, I had one or two people I DID hang up on, for this reason. (Not like they were screaming in pain or anything, I could tell they were talking with room-mates and friends.) Only I gave them several greetings before hanging up.
“Hello.”
“Excuse me. Hello!”
“Heeeellllllooooooo!”
“No? Goodbye!”
<click>
When I was incarcerated at the Golden Arches, I had several people ask me what was in a Bacon, Egg, and Cheese Biscuit.
Look, I know it’s 7am. I’m not quite here either. But seriously, think of the last five words you said. Four of those words are your answer.
Can I get extra “and” with that?
d&r
I’m cuter and chowder’s heterosexual–I win. 
I’ll make him live on dreams–I’m not that nice, really.
Anyway, I own several things with engines and have yet to succumb to this “disease”. I use the hedge trimmer when I need to, ditto the lawnmower–I don’t make a religion out of cutting the grass. I also don’t need the smell of fuel or the noise of an engine to feel happy. Most guys don’t need this either (most guys with high functioning gray matter). What is it with these guys and their effing “toys”? Can’t they just go inside and watch porn? At least that’s quiet. Gah.
This is particularly hilarious given that my noisemaker neighbors are (approximately) 10 and 13!
I used to answer questions at an insurance company and it used to drive me crazy when a claimant’s spouse would call to ask questions about their spouse’s claim while the spouse was clearly listening. Conversations would go like this:
Claimant’s spouse: I have the following question about my husband’s claim, blah blah blah
Bookbabe: Okay, here is the answer to your question, blah blah blah
Actual claimant in background of telephone call: Those insurance companies are all out to get people. Ask that bitch about blah blah too.
Claimant’s spouse: I have another question about blah…
Actual claimant who is continuing to talk so loudly that I can hear him while his spouse trying to ask questions: And ask about blah-di-blah. And ask them to explain why I can’t get my check by tomorrow and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Bookbabe: Would your husband like to speak to me directly? I’m happy to answer any questions he has.
Claimant’s spouse: Oh, no. He doesn’t like to talk on the phone.
C’mon, you’re an adult! You can talk on the phone! It’s not that scary. Stop making other people do it for you. I have had parents who have called up and done this for grown children in their 30’s too. It’s one thing if you’re sick or injured or can’t speak english but none of these people ever appeared to have any limitations, they just didn’t want to do it themselves.
Not if it’s done correctly.
And with more toys with engines…
Who put teflon in the shoelaces? I shouldn’t have to re-tie every 20 minutes.
And why are the ones that come with my shoes 3 yards too long? I’m a grown woman. I shouldn’t need a double knot, and I really and truly shoudln’t need a sixteenthuple knot.
And you folks with the all day noise-a-thons, if that’s the tiny stuff that nugs you what’s the big stuff?
I have one couple I have to call because were all members of an organization. Every call with them turns into one like bookbabe described.
As right as your information is, it isn’t any more relevant to my life in 2008 than Ted’s wrong information. Shut it! In defense of some people in the insurance situation (my in-laws for example) some of them do have difficulty hearing on the phone. Doesn’t make it any less annoying, but would you rather repeat everything you say 4 times at escalating volumes? Heah???
“Sausage, cream and wombats, ma’am, served on pita bread. We only call it a Bacon, Egg and Cheese Biscuit to mess with your head.”
Mine are about 55, about 60, 25 and 23. ALL old enough to know better.
The porn does add any intriguing element to your situation…
I’ll take your irrelevant spousal addition to phone calls over my aging boys and their noise any day, gwendee. Perhaps you didn’t read the title of the thread? Or maybe you didn’t understand it.
One guy insisted it was “or”, not “and”.
Which meant he believed he could get a bacon biscuit, an egg biscuit, or a cheese biscuit, but not one with all three. (The pictures of biscuits with all three were false advertising.)
He settled for a Sausage McMuffin. :dubious: