Why are women such lazy cows?
 

OK, I have just had to visit the kitchen as the mem sahib has decided to do her annual visit the family thing and left me without a prepared luncheon.

Imagine my shock. Despite the fact I provide her with labour saving devices such as dish washers, hot running water and an allowance for the purchase of domestic necessities such as detergergent. Last nights dinner crockery was stacked in a dirty condition by the sink.


I ask you. I work hard to provide the means for her to run the domestic arrangement in the Wilky household and instead of her actually doing something akin to keeping the house in a hygineic condition, she is gallivanting in Salford.

Obviously you can take the girl out of Salford, but you cannot take Salford out of the girl.

This tardy behavior needs to be nipped in the bud. What is the recommended number of strokes when administering corrective instruction?

You've overcooked that one I'm afraid :) You can't use an entire loaf as bait, just a wee bit.

I suppose the number of stroeks would depend on what part you're stroking.

The dirty, dirty *******os :lol:

Shocking! Deserves nothing less than the birch if you ask me... :lol:

A good spank with the wooden spoon works for me... I soon buck up

Mrs Tricky has completely outsmarted me in this respect.
She maintained a low standard of kitchen hygene and culinary output.
Despite many many warnings the situation didn't improve and I was force to relieve her of the responsibility.

Not as dumb as she looks (that would be impossible :twisted: :wink: )

You could always get off your lazy a**e and wash them yourself?

Why is it that guys will notice something dirty laying on the floor, or washing up in the sink, and moan about it but won't actually bother to clear it up themselves? They'll still walk back into the living room and switch the T.V on (with the remote lovingly left on the armchair by the remote control fairy), kick off their shoes (which are left there to be tidied up by the shoe fairy), open a can of beer (which is nice and cold cos the shopping fairy remembered to stock up on her last trip to the supermarket) then leave the can on the side (to be cleared away by the beer can fairy). All you need is a string vest and a can of Stella and your image is complete. Where do i send said string vest to?

P.s, Would you like me to throw a few stains on the vest for good measure? :wink:

i'll field this one lads....

womens work

see above

HTH

Thanks Keith. Saved me the job of typing a response. I would have got my female secretary to do it for me.....if she wasn't such a lazy cow.

I thought women were anatomically adapted for this kinda thing? Surely smaller feet enable them to stand nearer to the sink? :scratch: