Men Are Like...

Men are like...Coolers.  Load them with beer and you can take them anywhere.

Men are like...Computers.  Hard to figure out and never have enough memory.

Men are like...Place Mats.  They only show up when there's food on the table.

Men are like…Pay Toilets.  Either taken or full of shit!

Men are like...Mascara.  They usually run at the first sign of emotion.

Men are like…Blenders.  You need one, but you’re not quite sure why.

Men are like...Bike Helmets.  Handy in an emergency, but otherwise they just look silly.

Men are like...Government Bonds.  They take so long to mature.

Men are like...Parking Spots.  The good ones are taken, and the rest are handicapped.

Men are like...Copiers.  You need them for reproduction, but that's about it.

Men are like...Lava Lamps.  Fun to look at, but not very bright!

Men are like...Bank Accounts.  Without a lot of money, they don't generate much interest.

Men are like...High Heels.  They're easy to walk on once you get the hang of it.

Men are like...Curling Irons.  They're always hot and they're always in your hair.

Men are like...Mini Skirts.  If you're not careful, they'll creep up your legs.

Men are like...Bananas.  The older they get, the less firm they are.

Men are like...Department stores.  Their clothes should always be half off.

Men are like...Vacations.  They never seem to be long enough.

Men are like...Chocolate bars.  Sweet, smooth, and they usually head right for your hips.

Men are like…Commercials.  You can’t believe a thing they say.

Men are like...Coffee.  The best ones are rich, warm, and can keep you up all night long.

Men are like…Weather.  Nothing can be done to change them.

Men are like...Horoscopes. They always tell you what to do and are usually wrong.

Men are like...Plungers.  They spend most of their lives in a hardware store or the bathroom.

Men are like...Laxatives.  They irritate the shit out of you.

Men are like...Parking spots.  The good ones are already taken and what's left is handicapped.

Men are like...Snowstorms.  You never know when he's coming, how many inches you'll get, or how long he will last.

Men are like…Fine Wine.  They all start out like grapes, and it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with.

Okay, Peeps.  I’ll give you the other side tomorrow… or soon.