Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Day 228, July 30

Today's subject is a trifle naughty.  If you feel you can't handle naughty, feel free to skip this.

With that preface, let's get to it.

Have you noticed how men are wont to name their "parts?"  What's with that?  Why would you name a body part?  Occasionally, I refer to my breasts as "the girls," but that is mostly for convenience.  You say the word "breasts" too much and you end up sounding like you're at a butcher counter ordering chicken parts.

But men feel compelled to name their male member.  I honestly don't get it.  It's as if this particular part has its own social security number, zip code, and what-have-you.  Men even talk about this part in the third person. 

My husband, The Wretch, was talking about somebody named Harry one day.  It took me forty-five minutes to realize that Harry was not a person!

Gem for the day:  if your mate starts talking about someone named Harry or Dick or John, tune out.  You won't miss a thing.

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