Ah yes, Texas Girls.

I married one too. I can see Ann Richards doing this. My wife does, just without the violence.

Subject: Texas Girls

Three men were sitting together bragging about how they had given their new wives’ duties.

The first man had married a woman from Mississippi, and bragged that he had told his wife she was going to do all the dishes and house cleaning that needed done at their house. He said that it took a couple days but on the third day he came home to a clean house and the dishes were all washed and put away.

The second man had married a woman from Louisiana. He bragged that he had given his wife orders that she was to do all the cleaning, dishes, and the cooking. He told them that the first day he didn't see any results, but the next day it was better. By the third day, his house was clean, the dishes were done, and he had a huge dinner on the table.

The third man had married a Texas girl. He boasted that he told her that her duties were to keep the house cleaned, dishes washed, lawn mowed, laundry washed and hot meals on the table for every meal. He said the first day he didn't see anything, the second day he didn't see anything, but by the third day most of the swelling had gone down and he could see a little out of his left eye. Enough to fix himself a bite to eat, load the dishwasher, and telephone a landscaper.

Got to love them Texas girls!

And yes if I talked to her that way I would have to wait for the swelling to go down.

I married an Irish wife. I asked her, "whats for dinner" once and it took 3 proctologists to remove her foot from my ass.

My wife now is Chinese. There is no comparison. Every man I know that has a Chinese wife - be they Chinese or Caucasian - does a large majority of the housework and lives in fear of his wife.

"I'll bite the head off a rattlesnake to save your skin, but it'll be a cold day in Texas before I clean up after your sorry arse."

That is a direct quote from my darling little sister to her hubby.

PUT ANOTHER LOG ON THE FIRE
(Shel Silverstein)

Put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tire.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire babe,
And come & tell me why you're leaving me.


Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday?
And don't I warn you when you're gettin fat?
Ain't I a-gonna take you fishin' with me someday?
Well, a man can't love a woman more than that.
And ain't I always nice to your kid sister?
Don't I take her driving every night?
So, sit here at my feet cause I like you when you're sweet,
And you know it ain't feminine to fight.


So, put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tire.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire babe,
And come & tell me why you're leaving me.

that cooks, cleans, and raises my children?


Don't say the 60s either.

Don't they teach that women are supposed to submit to men?