Yes I have thought about all those things, I guess it's probably called "Barrack room humour" (I should have thought of that) some get it though, I don't attack women, I reply in the same manner as I've been spoken to.. I'm beginning to feel sorry that I even created such a thread as this.. I will sincerely apologise, again, and hope it can be accepted the way it is intended..
I have considered all of it Jac, we're all part of it is the conclusion I came too.. I could never be like Lee, as I created this thread for a laugh, I'm sure you've read most of my words..
It was you that said something here a while ago about "Not being here to entertain anyone" I've never had groupies here either.. I only named a couple of the nice women I miss, what's the harm in that? The title of the Thread says it all..
That might be really funny, and I thought it was, but people who have contacted the Aids virus and their loved ones might not find it so amusing.. Just sayin'
Once upon a time there lived a little country girl, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. Her mother had a little red riding hood made for her. Everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood.
One day her mother said to her: “Go my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill.”
Little Red Riding Hood set out immediately.
As she was going through the wood, she met with a wolf. He asked her where she was going.
“I am going to see my grandmother.”
“Does she live far off?” said the wolf.
“It is beyond that mill you see there”.
It was not long before the wolf arrived at the old woman’s house. He knocked at the door.
Tap, tap, tap.
“Who’s there?”
“Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood,” replied the wolf, faking her voice.
The good grandmother called out, “Pull the string, and the latch will go up.”
The wolf pulled the string and the door opened, and then he immediately fell upon the good woman and ate her up in a moment.
He then shut the door and got into the grandmother’s bed, expecting Little Red Riding Hood, who came some time afterwards and knocked at the door.
Tap, tap, tap.
“Who’s there?”
“It is your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood.”
The wolf cried out, “Pull the string, and the latch will go up.”
Little Red Riding Hood pulled the string, and the door opened.
Big Bad Wolf in Grandma's Bed “Grandmother, what big arms you have!”
“All the better to hug you with, my dear.”
“Grandmother, what big ears you have!”
“All the better to hear you with, my child.”
“Grandmother, what big eyes you have!”
“All the better to see you with, my child.”
“Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!”
“All the better to eat you up with.”
Fortunately, a hunter was passing near by the hut. He heard the wolf, and recognised him right away. He ran over to the window. He took a good aim, and that was the end of the wolf.
Yes it is unfortunate, but not for me, that I have upset you with that jest.. I must try harder, and another thing.. I sympathise with any woman or man that have went through such a traumatic experience ..
I always listen when you speak.. You can't speak for all the nice women though, as I don't speak for all men, some humour is an acquired taste of course, the intruder in the shower may have just been roll playing with a nice woman with a sense of humour that can laugh at these thing and yet have sympathy for those that have suffered from the kind of thing you mention..
When a guy is with you in the shower and he's nice enough to gently wash your back and get you all soapy, be nice to him and don't ask rude questions like "Who are you?", "How did you get in here?" or "What are you doing in my shower?"
I miss the nice women
Geewiz, I have said I believe we are all equal many times on many threads, my preference is nice women is all...