I'd like to recommend my ex-wife for the validation sample!
Anger, hostility and aggression may be genetic in women,
Just go through one divorce after she cheats on you and see whose fault it is.
*insert pic of Hillary here *
Well DUH !!...;0)
More excuses
May be?
Master of the Obvious, indeed!
"with anger and aggression."
If we could only channel this in a positive direction...
I got the popcorn and beer.
Or d'ya prefer soda?
It's a good thing they're cute when they're mad.
GENES?......... LoL.. Democrats?... (Eddie Murphy laugh)..
I think anger is the genetic predisposition of DemonRATs. We win when we do political biological warfare and trigger their anger gene. It is when they are angry that they are bound up by their irrational thinking.
I know holding a grudge sure is!
Cheers!
You got a problem wid dat? ;)Pistol Packin' Mama
Al Dexter
Lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down.
Oh, drinkin beer in a cabaret
Was I havin fun!
Until one night she caught me right
And now I'm on the run.
Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down.
Oh, I'll sing you every night Bing
And I'll woo you every day.
I'll be your regular mama
And I'll put that gun away.
Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin mama
Lay that thing down before it goes off and hurts somebody!
Oh, she kicked out my windshield
And she hit me over the head.
She cussed and cried and said I lied
And she wished that I was dead.
Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down.
We're 3 tough gals
From deep down Texas way.
We got no pals
They don't like the way we play.
We're a rough rootin tootin shootin trio
But you ought to see my sister Cleo
She's a terror make no error
But there ain't no nicer terror
Here's what we tell her:
Lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down
Pappy made a batch of corn
The revenuers came.
The draugh was slow
So now they know
You can't do that to Mame.
Lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down
Oh, singing songs in a cabaret
Was I havin fun!
Until one night it didn't seem right
And now I'm on the run.
Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down.
Oh, pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down.