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W O M A N
If you kiss her, you are not a gentlemen
If you don't, you are not a man
If you praise her, she thinks you are lying
If you don't, you are good for nothing
If you agree to all her likes, she is abusing
If you don't, you are not understanding
If you make romance, you are an 'experience man'
If you don't, you are half a man
If you visit her too often, she thinks it is boring
If you don't, she accuses you of double crossing
If you are well dressed, she says you are a playboy
If you don't, you are a dull boy
If you are jealous, she says it's bad
If you don't, she thinks you don't love her
If you attempt a romance, she says you didn't respect her
If you don't, she thinks you don't like her
If you are a minute late, she complains it's hard to wait
If she is late, she says "That's a girl's way"
If you visit another, she accuses you of being a heel
If she is visited by another, 'Oh! it's natural, we are girls'
If you kiss her once in a while, she professes you are cold
If you kiss her too many, she yells that you are taking advantage
If you fail to help her in crossing the street, you lack ethics
If you do, she thinks it's just one of the man's tactics
If you stare at other, she accuses you of flirting
If she is stared by others, she says that they are just admiring
If she talks, she wants you to listen
If you listen, she wants you to talk
Oh God!! You created those creatures called "WOMAN"
So simple, yet so complex
So weak, yet so powerful
So confusing, yet so desirable
"O Lord, tell me what to do, A MEN."
M A N
If you go out with him, he thinks you're flirting.
If you don't, he thinks you're an iceberg.
If you let him kiss you, he wishes that you were more reserved.
If you don't, he'll seek consolation elsewhere.
If you flatter him, he thinks you are simple.
If you talk about love, he thinks you are asking him to marry you.
If you are a good girl, he wonders why you are not human.
If you return his caresses, he thinks you are cheap.
If you don't, he will go for girl who will.
If you go out with another fellow, he thinks you are fickle.
If you don't, he thinks no one will have you.
Men-God bless them-they don't know what they want.
Men are what women marry. They have two hands, two feet and sometime two
wives, but never more than one dollar or one idea at a time. Generally
speaking, they may be divided into three classes : prices , surprises and
consolation prizes.
Making a husband out of a man is one of the highest forms of plastic art
known to civilisation, it requires science, sculpture, common sense,
faith, hope and charity - mostly charity.
If you flatter a man, you frightened him to death.
If you permit him to make love to you, he gets tired of you in the end.
If you don't, he gets tired of you in the begining.
Disbelieve him in all he tells, and thinks you are a cynic.
If you wear gay colours, rouge and a startling hat, he tailored suit, he
hesitates to take you out.
But if you wear a beret and a tailored suit, he takes you out but stares
all evening at a woman with gay colours, rouge and a startling hat.
If you are modern, advanced, independent woman, he doubts whether you
have a heart.
If you are silly, he longs for a playmate.
So in the final analysis, a man is just a worm in the dust .
He comes along, wriggles around awhile and finally some chick gets him.
AMEN
(AH MEN ) say women
WHAT AM I?
This useful tool, commonly found in the range of 8 inches long.
The functioning of which is enjoyed by members of both sexes.
Is usually found hung,dangling loosely, ready for instant action.
It boasts of a clump of little hairy things at one end and a small hole at the other.
In use, it is inserted, almost always willingly, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly,
into a warm, fleshy, moist opening where it is thrust in and drawn out again and again many times
in succession, often quickly and accompanied by squirming bodily movements.
Anyone found listening in will most surely recognize the rhythmic, pulsing
sound, resulting from the well lubricated movements.
When finally withdrawn,it leaves behind a juicy, frothy, sticky white substance,
some of which will need cleaning from the outer surfaces of the opening and some from its
long glistening shaft after everything is done and the flowing and cleansing liquids
have ceases emanating, it is returned to its freely hanging state of rest,
ready for yet another bit of action, hopefully reaching its bristling
climax twice or three times a day, but often much less.
WHAT AM I????
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As you may have already guessed, the answer to the riddle is none other than your very own ........................Toothbrush...........:=>
