Here's something you might be interested in.
I was listening to KGBs morning show the other day, and they talked about a woman that poured boiling water on her husbands groin as he slept. Apparently, he didn't come home the night before and she suspected him of cheating on her.
Geez, what happened to the good ol' days of psycho women boiling our kids pet rabbits and leaving our junk alone?
Anyway, I was surprised I hadn't heard the story on the news, so I Googled it. Turns out, this happened in 2008!
The best thing about Googling it, though, was seeing her mug shot. The woman looked to be in her late 40s, and had a nice smile on her face. You wouldn't even think it was a mug shot. Or that she'd be capable of doing anything so dastardly.
I then started thinking about John Bobbitt. You all remember him, right? His wife either suspected him of cheating, or they got in a fight, I forgot now which. And she cut his penis off. Now, that would be weird enough.
But what made it weirder is that she got in the car and drove off, before throwing it out the window (and to think, I complain when I have to dodge cigarette butts that people throw out their window). Imagine that thing hitting your windshield.
(side note: wasn't there a joke at the time, about the car behind Bobbitt? the guy quickly got the penis off his windshield with his wipers, and his 5-year-old son asked what it was. The dad says, "It was a mosquito." After a long pause the boy replied, "The mosquito had a big d---.") ....back to the blog...
It's amazing the doctors were able to re-attach it.
My friend Randy works in construction, and he had a co-worker lose a finger. He quickly put it on ice and drove him to the hospital. The doctors re-attached it.
I've made him tell the story a handful (pun intended) of times, although thinking about it now, I've never asked if the interior of his car ended up like that vehicle in Pulp Fiction.
Can you imagine rushing to the hospital, and cutting a person off (no pun intended). They pull up next to you at a light and you're trying to explain that the person next to you lost their finger.
Or maybe you just give them the finger.
The middle finger.
Anyway, I'm getting off track. The point of the blog wasn't about doctors and how great they are at re-attaching appendages. I mean, I'm watcing Michael Jackson on CNN right now (do they cover anything else these days?) and doctors sure did a horrible job with him -- from his nose, to his death.
It's about women getting mad at us men. I believe they usually have more reasons to get mad at us, then we at them.
I know I leave my shoes and socks underneath the computer in the living room.
Sometimes I leave clothes on the side of the bed, even though there's a hamper four feet away.
The list of annoying things I do goes on and on.
But for any of you women out there, mad at your husband for anything as small as leaving socks on the floor...or as big as sleeping with your sister...just stay out of the kitchen.
I know, I know. That sounds weird, as everyone loves it when the wife is in the kitchen cooking wonderful meals or washing our dirty dishes. But when a woman goes into the kitchen while she's mad, the things that can happen are crazy.
Water can be boiled. Knives can be pulled out. Jars of pickles can be thrown.
Again...the list is endless.
I was listening to KGBs morning show the other day, and they talked about a woman that poured boiling water on her husbands groin as he slept. Apparently, he didn't come home the night before and she suspected him of cheating on her.
Geez, what happened to the good ol' days of psycho women boiling our kids pet rabbits and leaving our junk alone?
Anyway, I was surprised I hadn't heard the story on the news, so I Googled it. Turns out, this happened in 2008!
The best thing about Googling it, though, was seeing her mug shot. The woman looked to be in her late 40s, and had a nice smile on her face. You wouldn't even think it was a mug shot. Or that she'd be capable of doing anything so dastardly.
I then started thinking about John Bobbitt. You all remember him, right? His wife either suspected him of cheating, or they got in a fight, I forgot now which. And she cut his penis off. Now, that would be weird enough.
But what made it weirder is that she got in the car and drove off, before throwing it out the window (and to think, I complain when I have to dodge cigarette butts that people throw out their window). Imagine that thing hitting your windshield.
(side note: wasn't there a joke at the time, about the car behind Bobbitt? the guy quickly got the penis off his windshield with his wipers, and his 5-year-old son asked what it was. The dad says, "It was a mosquito." After a long pause the boy replied, "The mosquito had a big d---.") ....back to the blog...
It's amazing the doctors were able to re-attach it.
My friend Randy works in construction, and he had a co-worker lose a finger. He quickly put it on ice and drove him to the hospital. The doctors re-attached it.
I've made him tell the story a handful (pun intended) of times, although thinking about it now, I've never asked if the interior of his car ended up like that vehicle in Pulp Fiction.
Can you imagine rushing to the hospital, and cutting a person off (no pun intended). They pull up next to you at a light and you're trying to explain that the person next to you lost their finger.
Or maybe you just give them the finger.
The middle finger.
Anyway, I'm getting off track. The point of the blog wasn't about doctors and how great they are at re-attaching appendages. I mean, I'm watcing Michael Jackson on CNN right now (do they cover anything else these days?) and doctors sure did a horrible job with him -- from his nose, to his death.
It's about women getting mad at us men. I believe they usually have more reasons to get mad at us, then we at them.
I know I leave my shoes and socks underneath the computer in the living room.
Sometimes I leave clothes on the side of the bed, even though there's a hamper four feet away.
The list of annoying things I do goes on and on.
But for any of you women out there, mad at your husband for anything as small as leaving socks on the floor...or as big as sleeping with your sister...just stay out of the kitchen.
I know, I know. That sounds weird, as everyone loves it when the wife is in the kitchen cooking wonderful meals or washing our dirty dishes. But when a woman goes into the kitchen while she's mad, the things that can happen are crazy.
Water can be boiled. Knives can be pulled out. Jars of pickles can be thrown.
Again...the list is endless.