I love the way your username scans with the post, Infectious Lass.
Why is this in the pit???
Sorry, why the fuck is this in the pit???
Pretty good, I was trying to work something up about selling dope while disguised as a nun. It’s really not that easy to work into a joke though…
The only quote I can work into daily life is “ONE!?! What good is ONE?!?”. Of course “Death to those that oppose us” could be called for. I’m still waiting for the chance to use “If you refuse, you die, she dies, everybody dies”.
Oh, and I never get sick. I do try to baby the woman in my life when she is, some take it better than others.
Women are used to having their bodies turn against them. Men aren’t.
One day my Philosophy teacher told my class that her SO got the flu that she had. She also told us: “Isn’t it true? it seems like the flu hits men harder than women.”
I’m not saying that i agree with her belief, but maybe as a caregiver *she has more tendency to try and pamper (as far as her relationship goes with her SO), therefore might believe that he ‘whines’ more or something of the sort.
I’m not stereotyping or generalizing. There are a lot of men in our days that are as much care-givers as women, and a whole lot of women that don’t qualify as one
But she saw ones on TV. That’s totally different - one person on TV is worth ten million in real life, for statistical purposes. I mean, TV is TRUE.
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Being sick gives us an excuse to act childish. You couldn’t get away with that most of the time.
I seem to have some strange third response to illness that, according to this thread, no one else exhibits.
When I get sick (like more than sniffles), I know that sleep will make it better. So I sleep and wake up and eat and watch TV and sleep some more. I’m not grumpy about it. If someone is keeping me from my sleep, I just tell them that nicely so they’ll go away. I’m not particularly stoic about it, at least I don’t think so. I mean, I know I’m sick. I just sorta deal with it.
I’m female. So what does that mean?
If we act like babies there’s always the possibilty that having our faces nestled against a nice soft breast is somewhere in the offing
… or maybe not.
That’s decided me. From now on, every tiniest sniffle, and I’m bawlin’ like a baby. Thanks astro.
Still, it’s probably easier than the “preschooler’s prostitute ring” as a punchline.
Isabelle, to find out, how about we swap jobs for the day? I’ll do your job, and you can do mine, and we’ll figure out that neither of our lives are as easy as we think they are.
But we’ll have to do it today, because tomorrow I’ve got two dates at the same time, and I’m intending on running between the two.
ha ha Ok I will swap jobs with you. What do you do for a living?
You never know I might just blaze a new trail for you in your work enviroment. 
gex gex, I bet you next week your cousin will drop off her precocious child for you to watch for a day. He’ll get on your nerves for the first few hours but by the end of the day you’ll be best friends forever and ever.
Let the record show that the poster in question (in casu yojimbo) is from the Republic of Ireland, a place where it’s entirely common for mothers to actively pamper their 32, 42, 52, and 62 year old sons, regardless of marital state.
Irish Mothers. Absolute class. Best in the world. You can’t beat them. Well maybe Italians or Jewish(from what I’ve heard) ones could give them a run for their money but they are in the premier league.
When I moved out she wanted to come to my apt. once a week to clean it for me. I shit you not. I declined the offer [sub]but was tempted[/sub] 
Must be a Catholic thing rather than an Irish thing: I have a few friends here in Holland whose mums would do stuff like that (or offer to do it), and the one binding factor they have is that they all come from pretty strong Catholic backgrounds.
Now, I was raised moderately Catholic, but you wouldn’t catch my mum cleaning my place. I guess it takes a certain level of devotion.
Another male vote for wanting to be left alone.
When I feel like shit I don’t want any one else to share the marinade.
Somehow, the extra attention to my condition is counter productive. I’d rather focus my thoughts on a good book, a movie, and otherwise just getting over it.
If I’m not better after a fortnight, jam a stewbone in my ass and let the dogs drag me off.