You may have read Scott Adams’ post the other day “In Search of Coconut Milk,” where he admits to suffering from CFS (Can’t Find Shit). His story is about his wife sending him to the store for coconut milk. There is not a man in America who can tell you where THAT might be located on the grocery shelves. Oops, take that back, there are men who watch that stoopid TV hit show now, “I Killed the Chef with a Piece of Iron,”…those “men” must know. Not me and Scott. We’re Buds.
If you are a man, reading this, jump over now and read Scott’s piece. If you are a girl, don’t bother. You just won’t get it.
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Take that back. Turns out, girls are laughing more about this than the men. Good going.
GL,
This reminds me of when we are driviing and my wife is giving directions and I ask as we are rapidly approaching an intersection “Do I turn right or left?” and her response is “yes.”
These are the things they do tell you about when you are reading that book called Marriage in the Real World.
Laughing here in scenic and mildly hot Minnesota about your comment. The only thing I can add, Dave, and sorry if this sends to the dictionary, (But I know you WILL use this phrase again—so you must look it up to remember it),
Cosi Fan Tutti.
That is all I can say.