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Well now that you’ve won your own penis measuring contest I’ll go back to digging ditches. You are obviously the superior in every way. A legend in the neighborhood watch for sure.
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I tell mine to leave the money on the nightstand. I like feeling cheap. ;-)
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I don't like it when they suddenly yell "Time." And it's too late for me to say "I'll mow the lawns twice."
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Other places - you are in management or really know what you are doing. |
If I got paid everytime I did something for the SO, I'd be a millionaire.
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But there is more than friendship going on with an SO - there is an implied commitment on some level. If she is really "significant" go ahead and commit. If not, make yourself feel good by offering to free labor in fixing her car and ask her to pay for the parts. |
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Guys, I guarantee one thing. Charge your gal, and she'll be gone. Women are like campfires. If you don't tend to them, they go out on you. |
Guys just can't resist poking a campfire ... with a stick :D
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My wife pays for the parts (I buy them) and I do all the work on her Cayenne, for ❤️
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anyway, yes, because i am systemically overpaid, and plenty of brilliant and fantastic people i know are underpayed for what they do, i spend my own time and energy to fix cars ... its the least i can do. its cheap, its fun, and it helps everyone. |
Dixie, thanks for hanging out with us Neanderthals.
Love your input/perspective. I've shared a few of your posts with my wife, and had a good laugh together. And, of course, she agrees with you. |
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Once again, she agrees. |
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“Fix my car or I’m out of here” = “Don’t let the door bruise your fat ass on the way out.” |
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Communimacate yer intenshuns befoe ingaigin into aschun.
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When I first started dating my wife I did fix something for her. She ended up chasing me around trying to stuff cash in my pocket. She was pretty fast and nimble, but I have an awesome head-fake. I finally accepted her buying me a meal. She was getting mad, almost. Spending time w her was a win for me anyways so we went out to eat. She picked up the tab.
Not for a minute did she feel entitled to be treated like a princess or anything. Few years later, I did her mom’s front yard. Installed sprinklers and sod. They both chased me around trying to pay me. They gave up and let me marry the daughter. Haha. Cash is a fickle thing. Tread carefully. |
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