EGGGGGGZZACTLY.
A man is a man, a woman is a woman.
I am big, fat bellied, hairy. Most of the time I smell of gasoline and gunpowder mixed with chewing tobacco and axle grease. My hands are rough, my skin is like leather and my toenails go every whicha way.
My wife is small, dainty... smells of flowers and poppurri mixed with baby kittens and scented candles. Her hands are small and soft, her skin is alabaster and delicate, it appears that pure love and spring sunshine radiate from her bossom.
She likes me rough and manly... I like her soft and smooth.
I fix her car for her in exchange for a beef stew. That is how we work together. So while I am outside banging, cutting and welding, she is inside making our house smell like heaven.
We like it that way.
So; that’s why my lovely wife keeps a multi-talented ape like me around and treats me so well.
Works goood for me “grunt, grunt”.
A man is a man and a woman is a woman.
Since Adam and Eve.
Bet he left the seat up also.
I was going to make a joke, wondering if "beef stew" was the new code word and nobody bothered to inform me, which would explain a lot. But I'm going to take the high road and not do that.
Rather, the combination of car and beef stew makes me remember a time when my delicate bride got mad at me for no good reason, got in her car, threw it in reverse, and smashed full on into my car which was parked behind her. After I saw the damage, kissed her, and told her I still loved her, I drove off in my smashed up car. I came home to the smell of my favorite beef stew and asked her where she got the red wine. She told me she felt so bad about the fight and smashing my car she spent the day cleaning every nook and cranny of the house as a surprise and found "an old bottle someone stuck in the back of the top cupboard." I could only laugh as I thought about the $150 bottle of wine I'd stuck back there as a surprise. Good stew, though.