







An old man lived alone in Florida. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in Prison.
The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his predicament. Shortly, he received this reply, "For HEAVEN'S SAKE Dad, don't dig up that garden, that's where I buried the GUNS!" At 4 A.M. the next morning, a dozen police showed up and dug up the entire garden, without finding any guns.
Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asking him what to do next. His son's reply was: "Now plant your potatoes, Dad. It's the best I could do at this time.

THINGY (thing-ee)
n.
female: Any
part under a car's hood.
male: The strap fastener on a woman's bra.
VULNERABLE (vul-ne-ra-bel)
adj.
female:
Fully opening up one's self emotionally to another.
male: Playing football
without a helmet.
COMMUNICATION
(ko-myoo-ni-kay-shon) n.
female: The open sharing of thoughts and feelings with one's
partner.
male: Scratching out a note before suddenly taking off for a
weekend with the boys.
BUTT (but)
n.
female: The
body part that every item of clothing manufactured makes "look bigger."
male: what you slap when someone's scored a touchdown, homerun, or goal.
Also good for mooning.
COMMITMENT (ko-mit-ment)
n.
female: A
desire to get married and raise a family.
male: Not trying to pick up other
women while out with one's girlfriend.
FLATULENCE (flach-u-lens)
n.
female: An
embarrassing by-product of digestion.
male: An endless source of
entertainment, self-expression and male bonding.
REMOTE CONTROL (ri-moht
kon-trohl) n.
female: A device for changing from one TV channel to another.
male: A
device for scanning through all 75 channels every three minutes.

WHY ARE MEN SUCH JERKS?
It's a
testosterone thing. Much similar to your PMS thing, we men suffer from
testosterone poisoning. Why do you think the average life span of a male is
typically 10 years shorter (and it's not just from all the bitching and nagging
we have to endure)? Hormones modify behavior. We're just misunderstood.
WHY DO MEN ALWAYS HAVE TO OGLE AT
OTHER WOMEN?
Again, this is a testosterone thing. Do you honestly think that
all the testosterone just fell out of our bodies the moment we met you? Besides,
women do it as well. Women are just much better at not getting caught. I'm
fairly certain it's some sort of photographic memory deal. Women take one quick
look and memorize it for later reference. Since men lack this ability, we try to
burn it into our memory by staring as much as we can.
WHY DO MEN ALWAYS TOUCH
THEMSELVES, ESPECIALLY IN PUBLIC?
We occasionally need to adjust our little
friend and make him happy. It's much like adjusting your bra. Being in public is
just an added bonus.
WHY DO MEN ALWAYS SAY SUCH STUPID
THINGS?
We like to. It's actually a whole lot of fun to see our partner
frustrated by a few simple (and well chosen) words.
WHY ARE MEN SO UNCOMMUNICATIVE?
You'd learn to keep your big mouth shut too if every time you open it you
get into trouble with your partner.
WHY DO MEN HAVE TO ACT LIKE SUCH
RETARDS?
Well, we don't actually have to; we do it because we enjoy it. It's
the old fashioned pride in a job well done that's missing in so much of the
world nowadays.
WHY CAN'T MEN JUST SHARE THEIR
FEELINGS?
Do we look like women to you? Why is it so hard to understand that
men and women are different? How are we supposed to share how we feel when we
have no idea how we feel? Unless we're experiencing some extreme emotion like
rage, hatred, disgust, or a brick on our foot, we have no idea how we feel.
Personally, I get a headache whenever I try to figure out how I feel.
WHY CAN'T MEN CUDDLE MORE (IE, LIE
DOWN AND HUG)?
Please... How many hours do you think there is in a day? We
oblige you as much as we can, but who the hell (besides women) can stand lying
around for hours on end? We men... Men hunters... Need go roam... Starve in
cave... Must go find wildebeest... Now sitting on our asses for hours on end, on
the other hand, is a whole other story.
HOW CAN MEN SIT ON THEIR ASSES ALL
DAY WITHOUT MOVING?
Men have very powerful sets of sitting muscles developed
by evolution that enable us to sit for extended periods of time without getting
tired. In prehistoric times, it was often necessary to sit in one spot for
extended periods of time while hunting for prey. The more successful hunters
were able to sit very still for very extended periods of time thereby passing on
this ability to their progeny. The fidgety types were all gobbled up by saber
toothed tigers, etc. The end result is that almost all modern men are born with
this innate ability.
WHY CAN'T MEN JUST SAY "I LOVE
YOU?"
Men are taught from a tender young age to be self-sufficient. To say
that we love you is equivalent to saying that we need you. Most men consider
that a character fault. It's not easy to admit to one's own character faults.
WHY DO MEN SAY "I LOVE YOU" WHEN
THEY HARDLY KNOW ME?
Ho, Ho, Ho ... Aren't you special? Well, some men think
it's a sure fire way to get into your pants. Surprisingly, it actually still
works quite well.
WHY DOESN'T MY PARTNER EVER ANSWER
ME?
We just simply don't have the energy to answer every single one of your
questions. If we think we do not have the answer, or that you will not like the
answer, we simply remain quiet and save the energy for other things.
WHY WON'T MEN EVER PICK UP AFTER
THEMSELVES?
Why should we? It doesn't really bother us that much. Besides,
we know darn well you'll pick it up.
WHAT'S WITH ALL THE BELCHING AND
FARTING?
This usually only occurs after months of courting. It's our way to
let you know that we're comfortable with you. Believe it or not, it's actually a
sign of affection. Besides, holding it for extended periods of time gives us
stomach cramps.
WHY DO MEN HATE SHOPPING?
It's
an evolutionary thing. Men hunt. Women gather. We just want to go out, kill it,
and bring it back. Who wants to spend hours and hours looking at things we have
no intention of killing? Err... buying?


At a PTA Meeting it was explained to the parents how the sex
education classes would proceed and what the overall content
would be. The Principal advised the parents to closely
follow-up with their children, especially to see if they had
any questions.
That night, one parent decided to put it into action. He
called his older son into the study and requested that he
instruct his younger brother about the "birds and the bees"
talk he gave to his son two years ago; thinking to spare
himself the ordeal all over again.
The boy agreed and rushed off to talk with his younger
brother.
"Hey Herman," he said, "want to know something ?"
"What?" the younger lad asked.
"You know how a man and a woman get together when they want to
have kids?"
"Yeah?"
"Well.. Father wants me to tell you that birds and bees
do the same thing."
