OK ladies.. listen up big

would you like a hand filling in that hole you just dug ?? :repuke 👍

What can I say to that??

You are sone gone when the hippy chicks on this forum grab a hold of you!

Thats TOPS:thumb:thumb

but i think if i showed that to my missus she would tell me to p#%$orf:P😂

amazer....wait till next valla!!

u are so DEAD!!!

wait til i send this to mrs c cups

That sounds like what my missus expects of ME!

Ur misses is totally right to helbus!!

well, if u want to stay married u do whats on the list.

Chris, I'm sealing the divorce papers and addressing them to mrs c cups as i type...😁

It should also include
"and be sure that the toilet seat is in the mans position , so that he doesnt need to lift the seat to pee"
Then it would be perfect. m

ooooh wheres starbug wheres starbug?!?!?!?!?!

I like 'prepare the children', in our place you walk to the front door and brace yourself as you know that they are in there, just waiting...and maybe armed. Good one. Not sure it will take off, these days that would be classified as a fetish methinks.

i'd like to say one point stands out far more than the others...but they're all so WRONG i tell u...

but hey, if there is some crazy mad male willing to let me stay home just so i can make sure his every whim is meet ...please...direct him to me...

nah forget it...totally...thsi kinda subserviant attitude woudl bore me....unless its the male 'preparing the kids' for me...then i'd reconsider going back to work fulltime....earning the money...and having dinner on the table ready to eat as soon as i walk in the door. Dont forget...have the kids washed and cleaned too!

the last 6 are completely idiotic. However, imagine if BOTH partners in a marriage aimed to do all the others for eachother all the time. You'd have a great relationship I reckon.👍

BTW, there's a lot to be said for ten minutes of quiet conversation with your partner on arriving home from a hard day.

Stick the kids in front of the simpsons!!!😂



[ Edited on 27-8-06 by pete wood ]

:bounce So-oo true! As a female I often hunt down informative articles such as these. Feminism is so gross. Femininity is the way, as is flower pressing, home baked bread and parasols. If your man doesn't come home all night, don't fret ladies, a GOOD wife knows he is merely working late at the office. Make sure you greet him with a hearty breakfast when he gets home, massage his weary head and tell him in a reassuring voice how much you love and appreciate him. This is the womanly way, the sooner these wayward so called 'Independent' women change thier ways, the better. I hear some of them even have 'hairy' armpits. Thats disgusting :o

[ Edited on 31-8-06 by $2.63 homebrand baja ]

:sandrine
What is the current death sentence for "MAN" slaughter these days....
oh & girls, A home hint for you...
Pal Dog Food is a great meal to serve your man when he comes home drunk & late too many times....
worked for me.
Judy

[ Edited on 27-8-2006 by ByronBug ]

i think women off scot free if its because she were handed this article as he walked thru the door to sit and have a few drinks....

i think thats right...if not, should be

"i dont knwo how those 53 stab wounds got there officer...i think he just kept throwing himself on the knife...sure sure...thats it...he THREW himself on the knife" :alien.

[ Edited on 27-8-2006 by bugeyedbabe ]

Don't know how successful they were hoping to be with that. I mean, you just can't expect to train a woman that well...

Luvvit! 😂

Funnily enuff.. I believe I have a copy of that exact magazine somewhere around! 😂 :duh

Actually, it's very close to the way I was raised.
The house & the children were the womans problem.

My old man left for work at 7 & got home from the pub at 7. You could set your watch by him. His dinner was on the table by 10 past. We were already bathed & fed, the house was spotless.


But the young'ns who read this should know it cut both ways.
My mother didn't need to know how to open the bonnet of her car. Didn't need to know where the spare was kept. Didn't need to know where the mower was kept. Didn't need to know how much chlorine went in the pool.

There was his work & her work, & I must say, life was a lot simpler.

That's the way it used to be when I was a kid. That goes a bit over the top, but its fairly accurate. My mum never worked. The house and the kids were her work. My parents loved each other and the household was very stable.

There are cultures that we are importing into this country where that regime for the woman is mandatory or she will be beaten or killed for bringing shame upon the family.

bugeyedbabe wrote:amazer....wait till next valla!!

u are so DEAD!!!

wait til i send this to mrs c cups

Who do you think I sent it to first????

DEAD?? not if I tic tac you first.

Housekeeping Monthly..........Gee, I might get a subscription for my wife for Christmas

Just got this email thought this was the right thread for it to go into,

"Our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the truck, the car, fishing, always something more important to me.

Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.

When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a few minutes. When I came out again I handed her a toothbrush.

"When you finish cutting the grass," I said, "you might as well sweep the driveway."

The doctors say I will eventually walk again, but I will always have a limp.


Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is a husband."

Bloody Bewdiful mate. Left work early, got home 1/2 hr late as I stopped off at a mates for a quick ale. Came inside and my 8 yr old daughter had set the table for dinner. I laid on the lounge and she took off my boots, got me a drink, and brought me a box of tissues cos I have the flu. (Missus had scotch fillet dinner on the table 10 minutes later but only cos she wanted to go to the gym) Now if only I can get the little one to shut the hell up I have it made. All because yesterday she read the rules of the land. 👍

The good husbands/boyfriends guide:

1) if you have really poor bladder control or cant aim for your life, put the toilet seat up, do your business and then put it back down. it only takes a few seconds but will help your wife/girlfriend avoid those mid-night frozen arses and you will also avoid a swift kick in the arse with a frozen foot when she gets back into bed.

2) dont let your urine drip onto the floor below the toilet. this is inexcusable and will often result in you slipping on it, hitting your head on the toilet rim, which leads to riotous laughter from us while we drive you to the hospital... all the nurses and doctors will laugh at you too.

3) try exercising that lump of lard in your skull that is called a brain. just thinking with your brain instead of your penis for 5 minutes a day will make you a healthier, smarter and more attractive person almost instantly. it gives your poor penis a rest too, because we all know just how hard you work it every day.

4) you do not need a new boat/hovercraft/4WD/workbench/home cinema. theres enough shit in this house. your mates might think you are a champ, but everyone else thinks you are a poser.

5) the remote control is under your fat arse, and the beer is where you left it, in the fridge behind the cheese. if your butt-cheeks have engulfed the remote, try getting up to change channels, it may fall out whilst you are walking there.

6) farting in bed and then forcing us under the covers is not funny. the more times you do this, the closer you are to a divorce or death by cyanide poisioning.

7) we wont go 'there' unless you do the same. we dont care if you think it smells funny. we think you look funny and are too polite to mention the smell.

8) oggling girls with big boobs on the sidewalk while we are in the car doesnt piss us off, it makes us feel very sorry for you... most of them are men anyway and you are just too stupid to tell.

9) dont complain when we dont do something as good as your mum did... if thats such a big issue, then you should have marrried your mum.

10) cook your own bloody food for a change. we have better things to do.

11) chocolate and flowers do not make an apology... allowing us to go at you with boxing gloves for half an hour does.

[ Edited on 28-8-06 by Starbug ]

Starbug wrote:The good husbands/boyfriends guide:

4) you do not need a new boat/hovercraft/4WD/workbench/home cinema.

I beg to differ. EVERY home needs a home cinema. If you dont feel the sound coming up through the floor, through the lounge, through the remote and into your butt cheeks, you are missing out. Almost makes paying $12 to Hoyts impossible.

Sadly, the housewife thing has backfired. Miiss 8 has just smashed a plate on kitchen tiles while doing dishes. Now I have to clean it up.


EDIT: Ha its all good, it was only a barbie plate. We dont even like barbie anymore. Bratz are cool now.

[ Edited on 28-8-2006 by amazeer ]

Ohhh Dear.

Some of the ladies in this thread appear to have some rather 'strong' opinions. What you all need is a GOOD man to keep you in your place. I know I hope one day to attract a man to look after me, love and respect me, in turn I will wash his socks, prepare his meals, birth his offspring. I am frilly feminine not a dirty mouthed feminist with bulging muscles and leg hair. I think some of you horrid ladies need to get with the program and start shaving, you all are sounding like awful 'free-lovin' hippies.

Oh my. This tread is bringing out an agressive side I was not aware of, I am off now to lay down with a nice lavender sceanted heatpad and a cup of camonmile tea. Lordy me, my aching brow.

[ Edited on 1-9-06 by $2.63 homebrand baja ]

I shall refrain from commenting on this thread.
Whoops, just did.

i'm staying out of this shit... except to say that i once spent a whole day repairing, servicing, washing, polishing and waxing my (ex) girlfriends beetle... and when she got home from work it was sitting there as a huge surprise, cos i knew she loved her lil bug and it was bothering her that it wasn't being looked after...

her response?...

"why can't you just get me a gift or something like NORMAL guys?".... GAARRRRR.... F***... DIE EVIL SHE-DEMON!!!!

point is... neither sex is gonna win... deal with it! :P

I"LL WIN...DAMMIT!!

:thumb:P

Told the missus what happened while she was out. She's not very happy. She was the one who showed the offending article to my daughter. A bit of education as to how some people lived back then. Dont think she had any idea that my daughter would find it appealing. I'm sure the kid will grow out of it in a day or so when she is told to clean her room though.

You want the patented Spook guide to getting children to clean their room?

When Damien was 7 or 8, I asked him " are you going to clean that room or am I?"
Being ever the smartarse, he said "you do it".

I walked to the kitchen, got a black garbage bag, walked into his room.
With the exception of shoes, which DO belong on the floor, everything went in this bag. Clothes, books, toys & anything else that happened to be on the floor.
Then I walked back in the loungeroom & threw the bag in the fire & made him watch it burn, with the comment "well none of that will have to be picked up a second time."

He's 16 now, & if I say can you do something with that room, I can consider it done.

The Definition Of WIFE..!

WASHING

IRONING

FOOD

& finally....

ENTERTAINMENT.....!!!!!!!!!!😂




I just know I'm dead when the better half reads this..!!:duh

The TONG-MASTER.
For blokey blokes everywhere. Griff , Joel and I were at the barbecue; three men standing around a barbecue, sipping beer, staring at sausages, rolling them backwards and forwards, never leaving them alone. We didn't know why we were at the barbecue, we were just drawn there like moths to a flame. The barbecue was a powerful gravitational force, a man-magnet.

Joel said the thin ones could use a turn, I said yeah I reckon the thin ones could use a turn, Griff said yeah they really need a turn -it was a unanimous turning decision. Griff was the Tong- master, a true artist, he gave a couple of practice snaps of his long silver tongs, SNAP SNAP, before moving in, prodding, teasing, and with an elegant flick of his wrist, rolling them onto their little backs. A lesser tong-man would've flicked too hard; the sausages would've gone full circle, back to where they started.

Nice, I said. The others went yeah.

Kevin was passing us, he heard the siren-song- sizzle of the snags, the barbecue was calling, beckoning, Kevinnnnn, come. He stuck his head in and said any room? We said yeah and began the barbecue shuffle; Griff shuffled to the left, Joel shuffled to the left, I shuffled to the left, Kevin slipped in beside me, we sipped our beer. Now there were four of us staring at sausages, and Griff gave me the nod, my cue. I was second-in-command and I had to take the raw sausages out of the plastic bag and lay them on the barbecue; not too close together, not too far apart, curl them into each other's bodies like lovers -fat ones, thin ones, herbed and continental. The chipolatas were tiny, they could easily slip down between the grill, falling into the molten hot- bead-netherworld below. Carefully I laid them sideways ACROSS the grill, clever thinking.

Griff snapped his tongs with approval, there was no greater barbecue honour.

P.J. came along, he said looking good, looking good -the irresistible lure of the barbecue had pulled him in too. We said yeah and did the shuffle, left, left, left, left, he slipped in beside Kevin, and we sipped our beer. Five men, lots of sausages. Joel was the Fork-pronger; he had the fork that pronged the tough hides of the Bavarian bratwursts and he showed lots of promise. Stabbing away eagerly, leaving perfect little vampire holes up and down the casing. P.J. was shaking his head, he said I reckon they cook better if you don't poke them. There was a long silence, you could have heard a chipolata drop; this new- comer was a rabble-rouser, bringing in his crazy ideas from outside. He didn't understand the hierarchy; first the Tong-master, then the Sausage-layer, then the Fork-pronger and everyone below was just a watcher. Maybe eventually they'll move up the ladder, but for now - don't rock the Weber.

Dianne popped her head in; hmmm, smells good, she said. She was trying to jostle into the circle; we closed ranks, pulling our heads down and our shoulders in, mumbling yeah yeah yeah, but making no room for her. She was keen, going round to the far side of the barbecue, heading for the only available space, the gap in the circle where all the smoke and ashes blew. Nobody could survive the gap; Dianne was going to try. She stood there stubbornly, smoke blinding her eyes, ashes filling her nostrils, sausage fat spattering all over her arms and face. Until she couldn't take it anymore, she gave up, backed off. Kevin waited till she was gone and sipped his beer. We sipped our beer. She deserved that, yeah.

Griff handed me his tongs. I looked at him and he nodded. I knew what was happening, I'd waited a long time for this moment -the abdication. The tongs weighed heavy in my hands, firm in my grip- was I ready for the responsibility? Yes, I was. I held them up high and they glinted in the sun. Don't forget to turn the thin ones Griff said as he walked away from the barbecue, disappearing toward the house. Yeah I called back, I will, I will.
I snapped them twice, SNAP SNAP, before moving in, prodding, teasing, and with an elegant flick of my wrist, rolling them back onto their little bellies. I was a natural, I was the TONG- MASTER.
Until Griff got back from the toilet that is!!

ahhh penguin... that story and amazers original post have no doubt got all the males on this forum beating their manly (scrawny) hairy (carpeted) chests with testosterone-fueled approval...

go my friends... back into the jungle where you can swing naked through the trees, kill small furry animals and pick bugs out of eachothers hair.

p.s. this thread is funny 😀

lol,
someone has to post all these things I get at work!!
Pity I can't post a pdf file I have on rules for the shed. I reckon Hellbus needs it right about now to set ground rules for his new domain!

bugeyedbabe wrote:I"LL WIN...DAMMIT!!

:thumb:P

NEVER... FOR I AM A LESBIAN TRAPPED IN A MANS BODY!!!

All the girls i work with are gay, and they told me that apparently i'm not manly enough to be considered a male... so they said i'm an honorary lesbian in a mans body HAHA!!

I don't know who to fight anymore... garrgh... it's so confusing! :duh

penguin - i turned your ode to barbeque into a performance in high school... top marks too!

fekkinell wrote:NEVER... FOR I AM A LESBIAN TRAPPED IN A MANS BODY!!!

keep on dreaming fekkinell... keep on dreaming:kiss

fekkinell wrote:All the girls i work with are gay, and they told me that apparently i'm not manly enough to be considered a male... so they said i'm an honorary lesbian in a mans body HAHA!!

Its just their way of saying....ur too ugly, and they're not that desperate. :P

okay, its really just that they wanted to confuse u with horrid little mind games...looks like they suceeded.

I haven't read all of this, but it is fun.
These days things ARE different because both have to work to afford our modern lifestyles.
But I think that when you are in love, you each want to share the load a little,
and each person finds the natural task that they are designed to do.
Sometimes the man becomes Mr Mom.
Us men are naturally lazy so we do need a kick up the bum sometimes,
but we also need our own space sometimes as do the ladies.
But we all need some lovin', and you have to be happy when this happens.

I loved being Mr Mum and taking the kid to school, helping out with reading, writing and sport. Top Life! Thats the only thing I did like about being a uni student. I'd do it again if SHE would go out and get a second job. But she refuses to work 5 days in her current one so that wont be happening anytime soon. Might have been different in 1955 before washing machines had microchips, but housewives these days dont have much to complain about other than the quality of daytime TV.

Ya know I only started this thread to see femmo bra buirners rip their tops off and dance around the fire.

amazeer wrote:Ya know I only started this thread to see femmo bra buirners rip their tops off and dance around the fire.

aww but uknowwho can't get online atm :P

Though nowadays with the price of bananas very few can afford to burn thier bras.... :sandrine

I reckon that is the ideal lifestyle ...... Staying at home, playing with the kiddies, cooking, tying ribbons in your hair. Sounds far better than getting up each morning before the sun battling the traffic, getting into the office, being harrased by my seriously deranged staff, having to deal with whiny patients and their families .......

I say bring back the past !

hmmm might have to take up a collection at VW shows raising money for a laptop with wireless data card for youknowwho so there can be no excuses.


oh there is an exception to every rule. I hated doing the hair in a bun thing and taking the kid to ballet practice twice a week.... The other mums and instructors thought I was pretty special though.


[ Edited on 30-8-2006 by amazeer ]

Craig Paton wrote:The Definition Of WIFE..!

WASHING

IRONING

FOOD

& finally....

ENTERTAINMENT.....!!!!!!!!!!😂




I just know I'm dead when the better half reads this..!!:duh

I've heard this before, but the F stood for something different 😎, and the E stood for Etcetera.

bugeyedbabe wrote:Its just their way of saying....ur too ugly, and they're not that desperate. :P

okay, its really just that they wanted to confuse u with horrid little mind games...looks like they suceeded.

MEOW... hiss scratch... interesting concept... but i don't tend to chase girls for them to need to confuse me..

for that matter i don't chase anybody....

mainly cos people annoy me... but that's another story alltogether :P

amazeer wrote:.... The other mums and instructors thought I was pretty special though.


[ Edited on 30-8-2006 by amazeer ]

i think ur special...but only in a way ur mummy would agree too....'ur so speeechaaal Chris'

:kiss

Everything has an explanation

$2.63 homebrand baja wrote:[Though nowadays with the price of bananas very few can afford to burn thier bras.... :sandrine

yes, indeed homebrand, indeed.

as for all the other shit..... this is why valium exists.... the only way to whitewash the horrors of a cruel cruel world.

:tree ps i never really get the chance to use this xmas tree thingy, so why not now i say!

Starbug wrote:The good husbands/boyfriends guide:


8) oggling girls with big boobs on the sidewalk while we are in the car doesnt piss us off, it makes us feel very sorry for you...


[ Edited on 28-8-06 by Starbug ]

my girlfriend loves to look as much as i do.. she has a thing for good lookin girls with large breasts..
hmmm what man doesn't.. 😉 i am a lucky man.. :thumb

lil dub wrote::tree ps i never really get the chance to use this xmas tree thingy, so why not now i say!

Ok miss, I'll take that Xmas tree and raise it by 2 snazzy merkins. Nothing shouts out 'hey fellas, I'm a lAyDiIiEeeeEE' better, than a flash of sequins and a clump of bathtub drain fuzz :thumb

[ Edited on 1-9-06 by $2.63 homebrand baja ]

okay...

i think we have offically oversteps the general chitchat rules...move this thread to BA...so we can really start paying out on amazeer...

ps: for the record....she ^^^^ started it

Who gives a toss.
I know some women who recon the so called bad ol days were not that bad at all. They were good workers and got their house work done early, after the kids and hubby were off to school and work and the house work done it was off to the mall to meet up with friends at the cafe in David Jones cinemon toast, cut sandwiches and all sorts of yummy cakes! Then off specials shopping in the specialty stores, this lasted for a couple of hours and then it was Lunch time, at the ferry pier cafe huge salad rolls or fish and chips, more chin waggin with the girls from the home street (ppl actualy knew others in their street back then) or their own mum, then back home to get the oven happening for the night time meal. Usually they had a friend over yarning about local business (gossip) while they peeled spuds or strung the beans.
Hubby gets home after the 6 Oclock swill, dinners on the table and the main topic of conversation was what naughty things the kids had done for the day and what form of punishment is going to be handed out. Father watches the 7 oclock news on the ABC and a couple of other programs, while mum is on the phone to one of the friends or her mother The kids are sent to bed before 8 oclock then its disscussion time for the couple. This goes on most days of the week.
Saturday comes around and after work (6 day weeks back then) dad picks up the wife and kids and takes them to the pub, dad goes into the front bar mum goes into the "lounge" and the kids get up to mischeif in the car park, dad brings out the occasional lemon squash. The lounge was the place to be, women didnt have to put up with vulgar swearing, groping and all the lies and bullshit macho stories that went on in the front bar, it was a realatively safe place to have a drink, and a bitch about what a looser hubby is!
I know all this cause that was my parents, and mum recons it was great. The only complaint was that women were not treated equaly cause they didnt contribute to the family money tree. I can see their point, but in those days it was possible to service a mortgage and daily life on a single income, and my father always made it a habit to tell her that she did a great job, and I tell and still do tell mum that you could never have enough money to pay for the love and nurturing you get from MY MUM.
Rob...

Ok, in light of what beb said, I do agree I have not been posting the most appealing of material, perhaps my language has been a tad vulgar and 'over the top'. I know I will never find a man to marry if I carry on in such a fashion. I don't have hairy armpits nor am against a 'home cooked meal'. As this is General Chitchat and this is a VW forum, I thought it best to go back and modify my posts within this thread, edit the parts which were rated M over G. I wouldn't want to offend anyone in this forum, as some of you know I am easygoing and adaptable.

Yes rob it was the golden age for women, I just pity the ones trapped in a loveless degrading relationship as they had children, no work skills or alternate source of income to become self sufficient enough to live a life they deserve. Not to mention provide their children the secure loving upbringing they required. Some things have changed, but there is a long way to go yet 🥷

I very nearly bought you an early christmas present this mornin. There's a poster sale on at the uni and there was a very tasty portrait of the Hoff and the car. Shirt draped open with manly chest exposed. Across the bottom in large 80's style font the word "HUNK". If only I had time to stop in....

gawd dammit homebrand youre a lying skanky hoe har!!!! she sent me a txt message saying there were cheap merkins up for grabs on aussieveedubbers.... something about buy 2 and get a pot of nads hair removal goop?
and all i get is GERBRAS????? cmon!!!! waaaaah. i got my internet reconnected for this????

ps. i actually thought we WERE in BA..... its all amazers fault, dirty tic tac pimp, lured us into a false sense of security.

pps. rob. whatever the truth is of your warped childhood, i suggest you seek counselling. UR MUM IS LYING. get her a copy of the 'womens room' and whatever germaine greer has vommitted up lately, me thinks she was living in some kind of of world of pain where 'protecting' you was the only option she had. am sure there are plenty of lucky ladies living out there with platinum c.cards and days of aimlessly wandering round westfields while the hired help scrubs the toilets and the ***** **** ***8 (self censored for the sake of general chit chat) but really!!!

finally, heather, here is your take home gift: :rudolf another one of those weird things to the right of my text box thatnever seems quite appropriate (seems i only use the spewing icon)

I think germaine is HOTSTUFF tew, I'd do her fur sure..... :duh ahem, crap, poo, there goes my attempt to be a lady...fooooooooof,,, out the window, There are indeed plenty of ladies out there wandering about the 'boutiques' trying to fill the hole......... man thorun stop it ur making my pit hairs grow. I told you I am devolving, I wanna be a laAyYdIeE, I want to do ladylike things, I like kittens and flowers and need to hang around other ladies and swap spongecake recipies... I can't be your friend anymore, you are a bad influence 🙅

mmm amazer, get me one of those posters, I'll u2u my address, will look great in the pool room :thumb

now that i have figured out how to put up pictures.... this was gunna be me "witty yet g-rated" reply to the heathen, tic tac junkie, date raping amazer's post :

i meant to say: (in my oh so femist way with a cutting look and a stare of disdain and i look down at you from my castle of unshaven armpit hairs)
"lets hope the poor bitches reading 'womans quaterly' had access to alternative forms o media" ... like zines... and community radio... and the web... it was the 50s an all...

damnit. im not half as cool sounding as i'd like to be. its the spelling errors and typos *must learn to spell...* *good grammer is only pathway to world domination aka avd forum success*

NOW THATS MORE LIKE IT! YYYYYAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY *strips off bra and sets light to it* WhOoOt WhoOoOTtT :P hey, I haven't shown you my copy of 'frankly feminie' yet have I? man I never knew what a petit four was until I read that gem. They have some brillo knitting patterns in there too. My nanna had a stockpile of womens meakly or whatever it was called back then, I swear ther is some 'good stuff' in there,. Nothing nicer than coming across an ad for a refreshing douche product, followed by a hearty homestyle feast with meatballs and sauce (that was in the later part of the collection)......... 🤪

ha ha ha. womans meekly. hehheheh.

pull my finger 🥷 😂

AND a reciepe for meatballs and sauce!!!?? how risque! must have been a post-victorian edition....the very thought of it would've been enough to make good wife-ie flush with sensibility!!

food was so much browner in the 70's, in the 60's it was more the faded pastels, in the 50's it was just black n' white... man I am off to get a wine and go baste my ovaries.... I mean turkey wtf... It was the term 'Incubator' last weekend which has set the wheels in motion, gonna go flag down a helicopter..yup :thumb :sandrine

so many good one-liners that i just didnt think we'd get to use again....but yet again you astound me. i gotta sleep. hope you like the pressie i left you in ba..

I just had an insanely erotic vision. Heather and Thor sharing a couch crocheting up a nice set of matching doilies. Pile of housewive monthlies by sidetable.

Unfortunately today was the last day of the poster sale. They have been known to extend them though... for popular demand. Will check next week.

Go back and beg amazer....like all good boys do! (or bad boys...depending on room and ladies attire!)

U girls shock me....here i was having a nice cuppa with my slice of cake....which I have of course just baked today...and i see u slanging off the ladies of yester year.

Actually, a lot weren't too upset. Some were...but some weren't.

And I have to say, having been a working mum, a stay at home mum, and a Partime working mum....I prefer to be a mum. How much and how hard I work is neither here nor there...well...maybe to the boss....but so long as I have a few more days left can give my kids heaps of love, its all good!

My only wish, when I die is this...that my kids KNOW i love them. Thats it...nothing more. I dotn care if the coffee was freshly ground and made. I dont care if the cakes were bought or baked. And the kids dont either. Kids just want hugs, love and enuf freedom to get messy in mud...

"germaine greer" is or was that a male underwear brand?
Rob...

Nah...

she was a well known lady libber, who many years later said...u know...sometimes I wish things weren't so much like this now.

I laughed as she went on to explain.....and this is pretty wide explaination of what she said....

She was trying to explain that her thing was more that women who wanted to work shoudl have equal pay. Not that they should be forced to work. Or that the government should make the ecomony we live in so expensive woman who would have rathered raised their kids are forced to work because of the family budget now being unable to meet the needs.

That asking for equal pay should not have done that.

She said she had hopoed that if woman were being paid equally to their counterparts....if the 'glass ceilings' at the workplace were no longer in existance...then the family could choose WHICH of the parents went to work. not that they both HAD to work.

She also went on to say the infamousy the book created wasnt something she had wanted.

So the great feminist wasnt really such a big womans libber...she wanted to be more an equaliser..She felt no sex was greater than the other. that we all had to co-exist together.

Best bit...she was kinda drunk on a midday show (thought it was with ray martin) when she finally came out and said all this.

And u dont wanna know what she said abotu her 'toy boys' at home. that was even funnier...but i think that was more a BA thing.

Robo wrote:"germaine greer" is or was that a male underwear brand?
Rob...

😂

beb methinks that one was a little 'tounge in cheek' as is this whole thread, You'd have to be living under a rock or very young to not know who germaine is 🙄

He He
Dont get the wrong idea im not a male chauvenist (cant spell though) I just think she (Germaine) caused more damage for the female equality cause than good. She was and still is a bit nutty! It was women like Ita Buttrose that really got the sensible ball rolling and actually proved that they could do better than the men.
Rob....

Robo wrote:He He
Dont get the wrong idea im not a male chauvenist (cant spell though) I just think she (Germaine) caused more damage for the female equality cause than good. She was and still is a bit nutty! It was women like Ita Buttrose that really got the sensible ball rolling and actually proved that they could do better than the men.
Rob....

well, personally i give a standing ovation to all those women who took at the cause, explicitly or implicitly, successfully or not - they are the reason that so many of us women no longer need to PROVE anything... we are able to make decisions on how we live our lives without needing to explain ourselves. no matter what choices we make, at least there are choices these days. Hallelujah!

(and in making that statement, i am in no way saying that feminism is dead or obsolete..... the struggles of women, anyone with half a brain has to admit, are still struggles that go on each and every day, in our country and around the world).

NOW amazeer! DON'T YOU EVER POST SUCH MORONIC SHIT EVER AGAIN. ya hear??? or you'll have a crotchet needle up your *******!

*lil dub skulks off to make fart jokes, laugh at snot and use only really small one sylable words* ahhhh, thats better.

heather...i know it is...it just reminded me of her talk with ray...and hwo she was kinda of going 'oops...all these years everyone was getting it wrong'

and thorun...im with u...the fact that i am now paid the same as the blokes...without having to prove i can do the work (plus twice as much), all the while wearing makeup and stocking (caue back then u were 'nakid' if u didn't.

I like the idea that as a single mum, when i go to interviews...i am no longer asked 'how the kids will cope' (which happened once...) or ask in return "did u ask the last candidate that, since HE was also married with young kids. Keep in mind I will be checking, since he's my cousin?'

and robo...yes...we think ur chauvenistic....but i think ur mostly just stating what alot of guys think. That it would be good do ocaasionally have the lines of responsibility within a married clearly drawn...that way we all know what we need to be doing. IE i clean, make sure dinner is on the table, the kids are fed, homework is done and drive the girls to their sporting events & all kids to training. Dad takes the Boys to the sporting events, fixes the cars, makes sure all the bills are paid, and mum has enough in the account for shopping. Oh, he also takes out the garbage, maintains the lawn and works out the descipline for the kids.

If we knew who did what, from the start....life would prolly be heaps easier.

In my house, it seems to be based on who hates the job the least. that day...😂

and for the record...i sometimes wish for a return to the 'olden values' too. sad but true. I dont wanna deal with the bills, lawn or maint the cars. I just wanna hop in my bug and have it go. I like being at home with my babies...helping with homework and assignments. Taking care of them when their sick. keeping a clean house. mmmm glen 20 ...and rose oils. And I love hugging the babies...even if some are bigger and hate it im sure. 🙂

lil dub wrote:NOW amazeer! DON'T YOU EVER POST SUCH MORONIC SHIT EVER AGAIN. ya hear??? or you'll have a crotchet needle up your *******!

it wasnt me, someone hacked my account.

If you women think you have it all uphill, you should try hitch hiking. Then we will see inequality.

:P

amazeer wrote:

lil dub wrote:NOW amazeer! DON'T YOU EVER POST SUCH MORONIC SHIT EVER AGAIN. ya hear??? or you'll have a crotchet needle up your *******!

it wasnt me, someone hacked my account.

If you women think you have it all uphill, you should try hitch hiking. Then we will see inequality.

:P

He has got a point you know !!

OH GOD ! reads what I have written
{ runs for bunker & dives !}

yep...and its the fract he's happy to show ppl his point while hitch hiking that gets him left on the side of the road....

😂

what can I say. some use their finger, some use their thumb, some of us improvise.

its because ur 'improvised tools' are so hard to see...that everyone passed u by.

we just assumed that u were flashing (as usual)...not asking for a lift!

Its amazing even when ya try and be understanding and look at things from another point of view ya still get cained.
Rob...

haha...thats my name

caines

:cry