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I'm gonna trade in the cat for a deLorean with a flux capacitor, I need a trip back to 1955!

When I get home and she's been dealing with the kids all day, doing the books and making camping plans for for the local scouts group, vacuuming, doing dishes, folding laundry etc... I'm the one that needs to be talking in a low, soothing and pleasant voice, avoiding direct eye contact, and I'd better be carrying take-out!!!

If I dared suggest she arrange my pillow, I'd find it arranged over my mouth and nose and being held firmly.

Going to places of entertainment or staying out all night? I'd be speaking to her through a lawyer!
Welcome to 2009 - What a difference 54 years makes!
This text has been used by a Belgian artist in a song called 'Housewife' (a bit like Baz Luhrmann and his Shades). Actually it is quite good in terms of text and rythm. Whish I knew how to post a mpeg to this site.
You can look it up by typing DAAN, Housewife spoken version. You will enoy it. Your wife also, if not tell her to be "a little more gay".

Michel
A SHORT LOVE STORY


A man and a woman who had never met before, and who were both married to other people,
found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a trans-continental train.

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Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room,
they were both very tired and fell asleep quickly, he in the upper berth and she in the lower.

At 1:00 AM, the man leaned down and gently woke the woman saying, 'Ma'am,

I'm sorry to bother you,
but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket?
I'm awfully cold.'

'I have a better idea,' she replied 'Just for tonight, let's pretend that we're married.'

'Wow! That's a great idea!' he exclaimed.

'Good,' she replied. 'Get your own fucking blanket.'

After a moment or two of silence, he farted.

The End
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