[Lazamataz]

Dear women of the world,

Shut up, get in the kitchen, bake me a pie and knit me a sweater and make babies.

Love,

Laz

[stevio]

Ummm, making babies.

[goldstategop]

Liberals still whine about people's lack of PC plumbing? That's old boring playbook stuff.

(Denny Crane: "Sometimes you can only look for answers from God and failing that... and Fox News".)

[apackof2]

I am a woman and I just had to laugh at your comment!
These women give my gender a bad name

[Protagoras]

Shut up, get in the kitchen, bake me a pie and knit me a sweater and make babies.

C'mon Laz, it's spring. Fall is the time for sweaters!

[ArrogantBustard]

ummmm .... dude .....

They can't do the baby making without 'help'.

FWIW.

[fortunecookie]

LOL. But I can't knit...

[DesignerChick]

Babies? These womyn should not procreate.

[RedBloodedAmerican]

Hey, they are coming to get you

[Vaquero]

You uppity women I don't understand Why you gotta go and try to act like a man, But before you make your weekly visit to the shrink You'd better occupy the kitchen, liberate the sink. Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed That's what I to my baby said, Women's liberation is a-going to your head, Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed. Early every morning you're out on the street Passing out pamphlets to everyone you meet. You gave up your Maiden Form for Lent And now the front of your dress has an air scoop vent. Every single brakeman that's ever come along Had a little woman always tellin' him that he's wrong. Eve said to Adam, Here's an apple you horse And Delilah defoliated Samson's moss. Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed That's what I to my baby said, Women's liberation is a-going to your head, Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed. Mean-hearted harpies are breaking all the laws Tearing up their girdles and a-burning up their bras, Now the air is dirty and the sex is clean And your coffee makes my hair turn green. So damn emancipated in your mind and your body, Gonna have to cancel all your lessons in karate. If you can't love a male chauvinist You'd better cross me off your shopping list. Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed That's what I to my baby said, Women's liberation is a-going to your head, Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed. Kinky Friedman

[exnavychick]

BWAHAHAHA! Good one, Laz. I have to go get my pie out of the oven now, or I'd sing your praises some more.

LOL

[airborne]

Dear women of the world,

Shut up, get in the kitchen, bake me a pie and knit me a sweater and make babies.

Love,

Laz

(And airborne)

(and don't forget the laundry)

[netmilsmom]

I'm sorry Love, I can only crochet.

[samiam1972]

Oh, man! Can always count on you for a laugh!! I got everything but the knitting covered. The hubster wouldn't want anything I tried to knit!!!

I honestly can't stand womyn like that. They do not speak for me. I'm perfectly happy being a stay-at-home mom. We're poor because we don't have the second income but there is a lot of love going on around here!!! I wish more women would give it a try. Money does not equal happiness!

[cubreporter]

:) This is why our Catholic church is where it is today. They caved to political correctness and the fems and everyone else. Pink smoke. These women don't know what they are talking about. they are in a country where they can do just what they are doing. Let them try it in other countries and see where it would get them.

Male Priests, Male Popes. That's the way it is.

[TheSpottedOwl]

I crochet, and bake, but I'm a little old to start another family ;)

[LongElegantLegs]

Stick the pie, knit in the kitchen, put up your sweater and bake the babies. No, wait, knit a tie, shunt the pie, and needle the baby in the backroom?

Wait, what'd you want again?

[freepatriot32]

do i ever have a poem for you! by the master of gender politics shel silverstien :-)

Put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tire.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire babe,
And come & tell me why you're leaving me.

Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday?
And don't I warn you when you're gettin fat?
Ain't I a-gonna take you fishin' with me someday?
Well, a man can't love a woman more than that.
And ain't I always nice to your kid sister?
Don't I take her driving every night?
So, sit here at my feet cause I like you when you're sweet,
And you know it ain't feminine to fight.

So, put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tire.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire babe,
And come & tell me why you're leaving me.

[Alouette]

I bake a killer pecan pie and I knit little sweaters for all my babies who are now making their own babies.

But tell me to shut up and I'll whack you up side of the head with this rolling pin.