I wish I could leave my crying until the end. I cried all the way through the bombing scene in Pearl Harbour and find myself crying when somebody deserving makes through to the semi-final of Britains Got Talent. Even happy or sad stories on the radio can make me cry, sometimes it's just a song
Am I a real man? I was thinking about this while I was doing the ironing ...
Real men don't cry.
Daisy
(An Intolerant Little FLower)
You obviously don't know me then.. no it's most certainly NOT my view of a real woman. But listening to the average male chatter during lunch breaks around my workplace then you'd be mistaken for thinking that's all men think about.
(Actually it really REALLY p*sses me off when people take other people on just how they look... The guys at my office have hard the sharp edge of my tongue when they referred to a perfectly nice person as a "Minger" just because she didn't conform to their stereotypical view of a "woman")
Their loss...
Oh dear...now getting all angry at a woman for voicing an opinion...that's a definite no-no for a real man.
Maybe that's why those Numpty's in your office prefer women with an I.Q smaller than their breast size. Maybe they think women should just agree with everything they say and not have their own views and opinions.
now that Britain is metricated, I've found that all women's bust size is considerably larger than their IQ.
32inch~=813mm
and many of my dance partners exceed 1000
Now try to stop us thinking of those big numbers.
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