- WOA wrote:
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Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with.
Trouble is: Once the lady is exhausted from doing all this stomping, a fresh one comes by and grasps the wine before the stomping lady even has a chance to wipe clean her face.
Some women appear to have learnt all this, for they seem to know to enjoy the wine before they get their feet dirty.
It would be beneficial to the entire female race (and to the male race by extension) if when they finally decide to jump in they stomp on their sons instead of their husbands.