Another fella that lets the woman wear the pants, sad deal for sure...Got married and then went poof gone in no time. Was a big pan fisher if I remember right. LB
Indeed - we all serve a master. Not necessarily the little lady - but we all serve something/someone.Any guy that says they’re REALLY the boss is a damn liar.
That’s all….
Pussy...I was definitely talking about the little lady
Anyone that knows me, knows mrs johnr is here to serve me, and do exactly as I say. Or at least that is the way she makes me feel, might be I am a magatard?
I checked with my wife....she said I am my own boss.......so thereJustin Oien
Indeed - we all serve a master. Not necessarily the little lady - but we all serve something/someone.
I have low T, so there. I'm immune.You guys all think your tuff, until they cross their legs, and you want them to uncross them.
This reminds me of a story from an old timer years ago. The old guy was staying in the tavern all day long. When he finally was ready to go home he needed a ride home so a couple guys helped him out. The guys helping him knew this guys wife was a pretty tough old lady so they came up with the plan to get him to the front door, knock on the door, open it up and shove him in the house. She was ready wielding a cast iron frying pan. They shoved him in and he went directly under the kitchen table. His wife was none to happy and yelled at him to get out from under the table still holding the frying pan. His response was I’m the boss I’ll come out when I’m ready. So I guess “who is in charge” is in the eye of the beholder.I checked with my wife....she said I am my own boss.......so there
I have always heard you wear the pants in the family. But she picks them out.Sitting around the campground, McKenzie bay several years back. A few buddies come up sit down next to me and we start to BS, I ask "you guys want a beer", to which they all say "yes". I yell, "Ste***" my wife's name, and she comes busting out of the camper to which I say, "These guys need a round of beers". She grabs 5 out of the cooler and hands them all out, as she is handing me mine, she says, "you asshole you were sitting right next to the cooler", I say, "yes you are right, I was sitting".
Never heard another word about it, as I wear the pants...haha. Needless to say, she doesn't grab the beers for us anymore..
That's hilariousThis reminds me of a story from an old timer years ago. The old guy was staying in the tavern all day long. When he finally was ready to go home he needed a ride home so a couple guys helped him out. The guys helping him knew this guys wife was a pretty tough old lady so they came up with the plan to get him to the front door, knock on the door, open it up and shove him in the house. She was ready wielding a cast iron frying pan. They shoved him in and he went directly under the kitchen table. His wife was none to happy and yelled at him to get out from under the table still holding the frying pan. His response was I’m the boss I’ll come out when I’m ready. So I guess “who is in charge” is in the eye of the beholder.
AKA "pickled fish" for some....Pussy...
Full circle. Nice callback.AKA "pickled fish" for some....