Last night whilst watching a movie on the tube and simultaneously surfing the net, I saw a commercial for a new show that flabbergasted even me. I can’t remember the name of it, but I will be happy to relay to you this “reality” show’s theme.
It seems you take one 30-something guy, a gaggle of 20-something girls, a group of
40-something women and you release them into a pit and see which one the guy will run to.
On the off chance this show is at the top of your Must See TV list, allow me to save you some time.
He’s gonna pick a 20 something.
And she’s gonna weigh 97 pounds and have blonde hair.
No suspense, no “golly, I wonder who Tad will choose”, no nothing. It’s the 20-something this week, it’ll be the 20-something next week and it’ll be the 20-something all weeks after.
Forever and ever until the end of time. Seriously.
Now should they decide to do a show on who a 70-something man might choose given the opportunity to enter into a relationship with a 20 year old girl or a 40 year old woman, it might be a little different.
NO IT WON’T! Are you seriously that gullible? Tell me you weren’t betting on the 40-something chick to come out on top of that battle just because he’s an old guy.
Have you learned nothing from my biting sarcasm? Here’s a rule that might help you score a little better on our next test. The male… no matter if he is 20 or 200, will always, always, always choose the 20-something.
Don’t blame the men, kids. They can’t help it. It’s nature. Men can father children right up to the minute someone in an apron starts embalming them. Women on the other hand have a limited shelf life on our baby making ability. When we’re done, we’re done…unless of course you are a creepy old lady with enough money to get yourself some lab babies implanted in your belly…after they clean out all the cob webs with a uterus dust buster.
God knew what he was doing when he decided to shut down our egg factory in our forties. He knew if he didn’t, we’d never have time to eat for popping out kids. Drawing upon my training and experience with the male of the species, I can tell you that they have the self control of a….
What has no self control whatsoever when it comes to sex?
OK, I give up. I can’t think of a single thing that has the equivalent low level of sex-self-control a human man has, so you fill in the blank.
All I’m saying is that if I hadn’t had my tubes tied in the 90’s and had left the issue of birth control up to a man’s ability to have a headache once in awhile, I would have had pretty close to twelve more kids by now. Maybe thirteen if I didn’t sleep.
I’m off subject now. Somehow I meandered my way from a crappy reality TV show that pits tight bodied 20-something girls who have genuine concern for Brittney and Lindsey against 40-something women who have grown daughters named Brittney and Lindsey, all the way around to the plight of uterine spider webs.
A 20-something would never do that.
If you're easily offended, best to move on. If not, enjoy a little La Vie Boheme!
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