Rules, Rules, Rules

Men are funny creatures. One of the things that keeps coming up down at the barbershop is how men hate all the rules their wives enforce in their homes. They complain, but they keep doing their dead level best to adhere to the policies set down by their spouses. This morning one fellow said he was sure God is a man because if he were a woman Moses would have wore himself out coming up and down that mountain with stone tablets. He said there would not have been only ten commandments there would have been hundreds. Another guy said his wife had a place for everything and she expected that all things be in their place at all times. He felt that if on a scale of one to ten murder was a ten, leaving a magazine on the coffee table was a nine. Another guy said his main thing was the detail his wife put forth when explaining why he should follow her rules. He said if he wanted to prevent people from spitting on his floor he would just say, "Spit on my floor and you'll be sorry." His wife would get all involved in hygiene and germs in a four minute explanation of her edict. I asked, "Why do you guys put up with all this?" One guy summed it up, "Because men need to be controlled. If we were left to our own devices we would walk around in dirty clothes and stand on the corner picking our noses." Hmmm.

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