Reading this makes me thankful for the many, old friends I have. Most I've known for 20-30 years. I seen them through all of their ups and downs and they were with me through mine. Sometimes we do not agree. Sometimes I've wondered why we were even friends. After a time you stop wondering and accept that, like it or not, that person has been a part of your life for so long that there must be a reason. This includes both men and women. In fact, most of my men friends have known me longer than they've known their wives. They also know that when push comes to shove, I will usually agree with the wife.

My favorite times are with the ladies when no men are around. Our compatibility really shows up in the kitchen. We can make a feast from a turnip. Its all done effortlessly with lots of yakking and giggling punctuated by the occasional scream. Best of all, we are always there to listen to each other.

When it gets right down to it, we (I'm really gonna get it now) we consider men to be demanding pets. They're kinda sweet and nice to cuddle but it takes determination to train them properly.

PUT THE DAMN SEAT DOWN! When I plunk my ass down, I don't want to feel cold porcelain. In addition, the basin is considerably lower in height and it comes as quite a surprise when your butt doesn't stop where you expect it to. There is also the problem of your piss on the rim of the bowl - it gets on my skin.

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