I hate to admit this, but…I can’t drive a stick shift. I was taught on an automatic. A few years ago, I had to learn to drive a stick shift, so I learned to do it at least well enough to get by. But by now I’ve forgotten completely.
Welby, I’m sure you know by now fighting it is futile. You will be COMPLETELY INSANE by the end of the week.
It’s simple math really. Your base level of testosterone VS. the testosterone vacuum created by teenage girls to the 4th power (exponential incremental increases) times seven days…forget it.
Even the stoutest man would peter out after 5-6 days without some Testosterone reinforcements. Your only hope is to bring in some recruits to help balance out the household. The paradox is that only the best friend would walk into that bees hive and would you ask that good a friend to take a bullet for you?
He said “peter out.” Heh heh heh.
(With apologies to Billy Joel)
Well I’m living here in Estrongenville
And I clearly have some time to kill
So I’m posting on the SDMB
to get some advice
on how to be me.
So now I’m eating just some vary rare meat
right over the sink so I don’t take a seat.
where the wimmin like to talk about things
no man should know
that make me cringe.
And I’m living here in the Estrongenville
but they’ve taken all my manliness down
now I’m starting to color cord-nate
and liking things
I really should hate.
But I’m living here in Estrongenville.
every guy should have a pretty good shot
to be a man when he goes to the shop
but something happened on the way to that place
they threw a tampon coupon in my face.
So it’s getting very hard to sta-a-a-ay but I’m living here in Estrongenville.
hang in there ** welby **, you’ll make it out alright!
incidentally, i lived in the same town as my university with 2 malaysian girls for 5 months. had no problems with that at all. we were all the same kinda people. one cooked the spiciest ‘ring-of-fire’ stuff you could imagine, and the other could burn a glass of water!!!
then they kicked me out, thru absolutely no fault of my own…
not that i’m bitter… :mad:
When your living with women the important thing is to never turn your back on them, this can be difficult, but I’ve found that painting eye dots on the back of the shirt is sufficent to fool them.
I am officially annoyed with Zebra.
That rat-cranker welby’s OP forced “Allentown” into my head, and it took me six or seven hours to get it out. I had to resort to Bon Jovi tunes, and it took me a while to get rid of them.
Zebra stuck it right back in. Dang you, Zebra.
The “hey, Hey, hey, HEY, hey, Hey, hey I’m just livin’ here in Estrogenville” part is driving me insane.
By scratch I mean I whip out my flour and butter-flavored Crisco (makes a richer crust, dontcha know), spend a few minutes wildly brandishing my rolling pin, and fill the whole thing up with apples I’ve peeled, sliced, cored, and seasoned all by my lonesome self. Unless I can con my husband into doing it for me.
No no no. I’m a selfish bitch. And you’re still not getting any pie. 
You know, thinking back to The Great One I think this whole pie thing is fricking hillraious, jabronies :dubious:
[Girlish Giggle]
The only way for me to get rid of Allentown was to write Estrogenville!