Posted on 08/12/2022 9:56:15 AM PDT by BenLurkin
You can resell him, but he loses half his value the minute you drive him off the lot.
LOL.
5.56mm
Priceless. How does this happen? Do they all take a course?
100%
They are messed up. Quite badly.
It lacks great cultural refinements such as strip malls and football, but India’s culture is hardly primitive.
LOL.
Of course, my mother would stomp her foot to the floor, accelerate that old 1964 Chrysler New Yorker station wagon (with a 400+ cubic inch engine it) up to about 90-100 mph which would terrify all of us because she could be a bit crazy like that (six kids all a year apart, dad away all the time in the Navy) and she would scream “I’M NOT SLOWING THIS CAR DOWN UNTIL YOU ALL SHUT UP AND BEHAVE!”
Needless to say, we would shut up and behave.
For a little while.
I thought that was standard practice to show the wife how the stud finder worked.
Dads are pretty smart, and witty.
Fiddler on the roof - Matchmaker
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVGNdB6iEeA
Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
Make me a match,
Find me a find,
Catch me a catch
Matchmaker, Matchmaker
Look through your book,
And make me a perfect match
“Make him as rich as a king”
With no dowry , no, m money ,no family background .. be glad that you’ve got a man !
Hodel, oh Hodel, have I made match for you, he’s handsome, he’s young, alright he’s 62...
He’s handsome, he’s tall, That is from side to side.
I promise you’ll be happy,
And even if you’re not,
There’s more to life than that-—
Don’t ask me what.
Dear Yenta,
See that he’s gentle
Remember,
You were also a bride.
It’s not that
I’m sentimental
Chava and Hodel and Tzeitel:
It’s just that I’m terrified!
“I am just glad I don’t live in India”
What I don’t get are the Indian women who come to the US and try to impose authoritarian socialism on us, as if there is nothing in India for them to work on. Like building all the people indoor toilets, or at least outhouses.
“I am just glad I don’t live in India”
What I don’t get are the Indian women who come to the US and try to impose authoritarian socialism on us, as if there is nothing in India for them to work on. Like building all the people indoor toilets, or at least outhouses.
Good post. Illustrates how Indians are wallowing in poverty, and Americans are wallowing in ignorance.
What a wonderful set of memories! Thank you.
The Husband Store
A brand new store has just opened in New York City that sells Husbands.
When women go to choose a husband, they have to follow the instructions at the entrance:
You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are 6 floors and the value of
the products increase as you ascend the flights. You may choose any item
from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you
CANNOT go back down except to exit the building.
So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.
The 1st floor sign on the door reads:
Floor 1: These men have jobs.
The 2nd floor sign reads:
Floor 2: These men have Jobs and Love Kids.
The 3rd floor sign reads:
Floor 3: These men have Jobs, Love Kids and are extremely good looking.
“Wow,” she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.
She goes to the 4th floor and the sign reads:
Floor 4: These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and help with Housework.
“Oh, mercy me!” she exclaims, “I can hardly stand it!”
Still, she goes to the 5th floor and sign reads:
Floor 5: These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, help with Housework and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.
She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the 6th floor and the sign reads:
Floor 6: You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor.
There are no men on this floor.
This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.
Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.
To avoid gender bias charges, the store’s owner opens a New Wives store just across the street.
The 1st first floor has wives that love sex.
The 2nd floor has wives that love sex and have money.
The 3rd,4th, 5th and 6th floors have never been visited.
Dad would lean the over the seat and backhand someone, maybe me, the oldest.
The back seat occupants would stop their battles over seat territory and would get real quiet and calm for a long, long time. Peace would erupt in the back seat.
Hey, I survived.
This is going to hurt me more than it is you.
Extended warranty at Harbor Freight. High-end Harbor Freight.
Who wants a 700 year old groom?
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