Measure Up…Which Women Don’t.
If women could be worst at anything (and they can’t because each new thing they do or repeat doing they are the new worst at) it would be measuring. Women are so bad at it, they couldn’t measure a ruler. That’s why if you ask a woman how big some random size is, she’ll either present her forearm or point to a football field. It makes absolutely no fucking difference what you asked.
I mean, six inches is huge, but not that huge.
That’s why Jesus was a man. Because he was a carpenter first and needed to know how to measure shit. He was also a man because eventually he had to know his ass from a petite size 8 hole in the ground. Only a man would know that and also that a size 8 is in no way “petite”. Dumbo was not a petite elephant. He was a lard ass.
I meant what I said earlier about women not being able to measure a ruler. It’s funny, sure, but so is everything about women. Big fucking surprise. They’re a walking, talking joke. When women look down at a ruler, they don’t see what you and I see: a series of numbers in sequential order indicating a distance of measure. They actually just see a bunch of gobbledygook that frightens and arouses them. What it doesn’t do, however, is remind them specifically of why they’re supposed to be looking at the ruler — to figure something the fuck out.
That’s how it is with women. If you’re not over their shoulder at all times “figuratively” smacking them on the back of the head when they’re about to careen wildly into philandery, you’ll end up with nothing to measure anyway.
Who gives a shit about measuring though? How long has it been since I’ve measured anything? I’ll tell you how long it’s been. About three seconds.
Everything in life takes a metered output. The gas pedal, opening a door, a pinch of salt. Women are so atrocious at everything they do because they can’t measure themselves subconsciously like men do.
Remember that table of obnoxious women at the restaurant chowing down on a five course appetizer meal and saying “Eureka! It’s a diet!” That was a probably of volume measuring. The woman that cut you off in traffic or who slammed on the brakes and almost hit the postman? That was so many different kinds of measuring problems that I don’t even know where to start.
The point is, it’s not the specifics of the doings and the dealings that drive women indoors and away from the big scary civilized world. It’s that they’re operating on two of ten cylinders. They’ve got no motor or critical thinking skills. They can’t weigh.
Imagine living your life permanently drunk on a quart of whiskey. Now take about how hilarious you’d be. That’s what it’s like to be a woman.
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“Are you married? I am not married.”
Yea. That’s what you’re going to see under “interesting” in the dictionary.
-Dick
I am not married.
Maybe not for you, but it will be for me.
The word you’re looking for is “pointless”. Not interesting.
-Dick
Is your husband a golf playing, cigar smoking republican who hangs out with people who are (i)right now as we speak(/i) plotting to remove women’s right to vote?
I’ve not yet posted in the forums, so I doubt it.
Body dysmorphic disorder groupies are bad. Are you any relation to the Kate I took issue with in the forums…be very interesting if you are.
Apparently J-Lo cuts all the size tags out of her clothes so that no-one knows what size she really is.
If a woman believes she is a size 10 (that’s a US size 6), she will squeeze herself into a size 10, no matter now much weight she may have gained. This ridiculous delusional behaviour explains why we see so many women walking around looking disgusting — they’d rather wear a size 10 with rolls of fat hanging out all over the place than actually wear their real size and look nice.
Very attractive indeed.
Very true. I remember the halcyon days of undergrad. A young woman and I were lab partners. She was intelligent (no qualifiers; she was), superbly organized for a woman, and, 75% of the time, very pleasant to work with.
When it came to measuring things or relating them to the real-world, she was utterly at sea. It was staggering.
In an early experiment, she “proved” that gravity had a force of +9.7 m/ss, i.e., outward from the earth’s core. She drew beautiful graphs, her math was impeccable (barring one minus sign omitted)… she just didn’t immediately grasp that things don’t fall up. They fall down.
Women tend to be happily lead (often by themselves) down a series of steps, even if those steps are to lala land, and even if the women in question are highly intelligent.
Christian: Yes on the size issue. You’re right there.
-wolfe
They have actually increased size 8 and renamed it. It’s really a size 10 for wommin but as they may get “upset” because they have spread another size, but cannot be told.
Women are sooooo paranoid about their size that they have sized up without letting them know.
That is a size 8 is now a size 10 but don’t the fuck tell them as they will no buy that product.
Imagination are all things with selfish bitches.
Size 8 is the thing, they don’t care if its a size ten as long they believe to be a size 8 they are satisfied.
Moron’s, all of them.