Subject:
            Re: [FWD: things we argue about]
       Date:
            Sat, 05 Feb 2000 14:27:02 -0500
      From:
            KitKat <lawyer@datatone.com>
        To:
            fletch
 References:
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That link is a gem! And the "sex survey" is tops. (I said tops, not "on
top". git yo mind out da gutta before it gets run over)

 http://www.wlv.ac.uk/%7Ein5185/pits/pits.htm
Bohemian babe, I'll admit my legs arent always silky smooth (one ex used
the words "cheese grater" but I didn't have one so I gave him a paring
knife)
Otherwise I think hairy pits are the pits. The hair follicles are odor
producing. And we aint talkin' roses or chocolate.
I once had my pits waxed. I didnt even flinch. The waxing technician was
astounded. I play with wax alot (ahem!)
I havent done it since because waxing distorts the hair follicles.
Before you know it, its underarm afro.

I signed the guestbook...
Name: Kit Kat
 Website: The woman is always right. Which means the man is always wrong
(and they call us "illogical"!)
 Referred by: From a Friend
 From: the colonies. You just try and take us back!
 Time: 2000-02-05 17:33:17
 Comments: That would really bother me. Eating a kitkat without breaking
it in half. That's downright unnatural. You probably
 don't throw out expired milk simply because it seems okay.

I think one of the dumbest fight I ever had...was with a guy friend...he
was visiting me and staying at my place. He bought a new cordless phone
for himself. I snuck a cute little gift into the box when he wasn't
looking. We come back to my place and he wants to try out the phone (re:
mi casa no su casa!) I'm livid because I don't want my gift discovered
right away. So I tell him he cant open the box because it'll make a
mess. He gets all huffy and puffy asserting his manhood. In the end I
kicked myself over not having a receipt for the gift. He had to be
punished and I had no phone cord to strangle him with. We underestimate
the merit of older technology.

I don't like it when men sit on my sofa and then recline. If you want to
recline, go die.

I dont care if a person doesn't remove their shoes upon entering my
lair. But what is it with men? Do you purposely walk through muddy
swamps? Do you rub your sneakers against theatre floors?

Occasionally I'll be generous enough to let a guy buy a bacon steak
cheese sandwich without my nagging about blocked arteries. But what
makes you think I want a half eaten bacon steak cheese sandwich in my
fridge? You think I like it when my tofu tastes like bacon steak
cheese?!

No, I wouldn't be comfortable dusting in just spiked heels and a
feathery red thong. Stop watching those movies!

I smell feet. did you take your shoes off before walking through the
swamp and rubbing against the theatre floor. No you cannot throw your
socks in my hamper. You think I like it when my clothing smells like
your socks?

Liar! (stuffs pillow under shirt) Do I look fat *now*?



M F wrote:

> See, it's not our fault.
>
> ----- Forwarded message -----
>
> A guy has put a sampling of the things he argues about with his
> girlfriend online.
>
>
http://www.wlv.ac.uk/~in5185/things.html
>
> A sampling:
>
> She keeps making me carry tampons around -
> "Here, have these, just in case."
> "Oooooooh, what can't you carry them?"
> "I've got no pockets."
> Then, of course, I forget about them. And next time I'm meeting The
> Duchess of Kent or something I pull a handkerchief out of my pocket
> and shower feminine hygiene products everywhere.
>
> I eat two-fingered Kit-Kats like I'd eat any other chocolate bars of
> that size, i.e., without feeling the need to snap them into two
> individual fingers first. Margret accused me of doing this,
> 'deliberately to annoy her'.
>
> ----- End forwarded message -----

 I wanna go home