Bachelor Parties and Its Bullshit

The funny thing about bachelor parties is that men complain about their fiancee/wife bringing up how they feel about strippers on the last day the men are single (as if men are the only ones committed to the relationship). Women bringing up how they feel causes men to have this internal battle about the right thing to do and some men really hate that.

Some men come to “reason” that she doesn’t trust him and/or that she’s controlling. Either way, the problem is usually her. Way to go on making her look like the bad guy while you have other naked women’s tits on your face free of guilt. Of course, some men will brush off their future wife’s wishes because it’s his night = his rules. It’s going to be a fantastic marriage.

Some men can’t compromise just because the thought of them with another naked woman makes their future wife uncomfortable. Because who cares what she feels. It’s not like your future wife compromises anything for you or will forever be catering to your needs and wishes. Forget about honoring your wife, like seriously. She might as well never bring anything up about how she feels about what he does for the rest of their life together and resign into a quiet misery. Good for him for respecting her boundaries and their relationship. Or she can try and establish boundaries with what she will or will not tolerate in a partner and you may respond by having a big fight before the wedding, awesome.

"You seriously don’t see why your future wife - the woman who’s about to pledge undying devotion to you and spend the rest of her life with you - might not want you spending an evening with a bunch of naked chicks rubbing themselves all over you? "

So what’s it gonna be? You’re making history! Because your feelings (ie hard ons for another woman) is more important and you’re gonna have a bitching night with your buds! Or you can prepare yourself and do your first duty as a husband.

Have a classy evening, ladies and gentlemen :)

Disclaimer: There are legit tyrant wives out there (and husbands). But there are valid reasons to why your wife/fiancee would feel the way she does about you and strippers (You’re an idiot and/or a huge-dick-in-denial if you didn’t think that already).

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I want you, poofy little dog! Y_Y

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anewstartt:

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet. Cranky Old ManWhat do you see nurses? What do you see?What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?A cranky old man, not very wise,Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?Who dribbles his food and makes no reply.When you say in a loud voice, ‘I do wish you’d try!’Who seems not to notice the things that you do.And forever is losing a sock or shoe?Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill?Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?Then open your eyes, nurse. You’re not looking at me.I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.I’m a small child of ten, with a father and mother,Brothers and sisters who love one anotherA young boy of sixteen with wings on his feetDreaming that soon now  a lover he’ll meet.A groom soon at twenty my heart gives a leap.Remembering, the vows that I promised to keep.At twenty-five, now I have young of my own.Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.A man of thirty, my young now grown fast,Bound to each other with ties that should last.At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,But my woman is beside me to see I don’t mourn.At fifty, once more, babies play ‘round my knee,Again, we know children, my loved one and me.Dark days are upon me. My wife is now dead.I look at the future. I shudder with dread.For my young are all rearing young of their own.And I think of the years, and the love that I’ve known.I’m now an old man and nature is cruel.It’s jest to make old age look like a fool.The body, it crumbles. Grace and vigour, depart.There is now a stone where I once had a heart.But inside this old carcass, A young man still dwells,And now and again my battered heart swells.I remember the joys, I remember the pain.And I’m loving and living life over again.I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast.And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.So open your eyes, people. Open and see.Not a cranky old man.Look closer .. See.. Me. Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all one day be there too!

anewstartt:

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet. 

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? What do you see?
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice, ‘I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice the things that you do.
And forever is losing a sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse. You’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of ten, with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another
A young boy of sixteen with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now  a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at twenty my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five, now I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A man of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me to see I don’t mourn.
At fifty, once more, babies play ‘round my knee,
Again, we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me. My wife is now dead.
I look at the future. I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years, and the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles. Grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass, A young man still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living life over again.
I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people. Open and see.
Not a cranky old man.
Look closer .. See.. Me. 

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all one day be there too!

THE FACE I MAKE WHEN:
I’m in a meeting and people share their “fantastic” ideas.
Someone cooked for me and I’m forced to eat it.
Someone is trying very hard to be funny.
I’m being introduced to a group of people.
I’m pretending to have a good time.
I’m pretending to like a gift/present/surprise/nice gesture.
I’m pretending to be excited.
I’m pretending to pay attention in a conversation.
Someone makes an inside joke I’m not a part of.
I’m sitting in class pretending to understand something.
When someone says I look nice today.
When someone I don’t like says we should hang out.
When someone needy/clingy wants to hang out more.
When someone at a party asks how I’m doing.
When I walk in the wrong classroom.
When someone I barely know says they miss me.
When a police officer pulls me over and asks for my driver’s license.
When I testify in court saying I’m innocent.
When I’m being interviewed for a job I really, really want.
When I’m playing poker.
When my boyfriend tells his mom we are definitely banging each other.
When I bump into exs or their mothers.
Someone shows me hundreds of boring pictures in one sitting.
When someone tells me their entire life story after I ask how they’re doing.
When I tell a joke and no one gets it.
When I come out from the stall after there was a “poot” noise in the bathrooms. It wasn’t me. I just look guilty all the time.
When I immediately regret attending a baby/bridal shower.
When I’m waiting for anyone to talk to me in a social gathering.
When everyone around me is either drunk, high, or making out.
When I’m at a dry wedding.
When someone keeps calling me by the wrong name.
When those people I’m talking about here finds out about this post.
When someone tells me to smile for a picture.
When someone asks me if I wanna grab a drink some time. And I don’t.
When I "forget" birthdays/anniversaries/commitments etc.
When I really forget birthdays/anniversaries/commitments etc.
When a date is going oh-so-horribly wrong.
When someone I don’t like wants to team up for a project.
Anyone else have anything to add?

THE FACE I MAKE WHEN:

  1. I’m in a meeting and people share their “fantastic” ideas.
  2. Someone cooked for me and I’m forced to eat it.
  3. Someone is trying very hard to be funny.
  4. I’m being introduced to a group of people.
  5. I’m pretending to have a good time.
  6. I’m pretending to like a gift/present/surprise/nice gesture.
  7. I’m pretending to be excited.
  8. I’m pretending to pay attention in a conversation.
  9. Someone makes an inside joke I’m not a part of.
  10. I’m sitting in class pretending to understand something.
  11. When someone says I look nice today.
  12. When someone I don’t like says we should hang out.
  13. When someone needy/clingy wants to hang out more.
  14. When someone at a party asks how I’m doing.
  15. When I walk in the wrong classroom.
  16. When someone I barely know says they miss me.
  17. When a police officer pulls me over and asks for my driver’s license.
  18. When I testify in court saying I’m innocent.
  19. When I’m being interviewed for a job I really, really want.
  20. When I’m playing poker.
  21. When my boyfriend tells his mom we are definitely banging each other.
  22. When I bump into exs or their mothers.
  23. Someone shows me hundreds of boring pictures in one sitting.
  24. When someone tells me their entire life story after I ask how they’re doing.
  25. When I tell a joke and no one gets it.
  26. When I come out from the stall after there was a “poot” noise in the bathrooms. It wasn’t me. I just look guilty all the time.
  27. When I immediately regret attending a baby/bridal shower.
  28. When I’m waiting for anyone to talk to me in a social gathering.
  29. When everyone around me is either drunk, high, or making out.
  30. When I’m at a dry wedding.
  31. When someone keeps calling me by the wrong name.
  32. When those people I’m talking about here finds out about this post.
  33. When someone tells me to smile for a picture.
  34. When someone asks me if I wanna grab a drink some time. And I don’t.
  35. When I "forget" birthdays/anniversaries/commitments etc.
  36. When I really forget birthdays/anniversaries/commitments etc.
  37. When a date is going oh-so-horribly wrong.
  38. When someone I don’t like wants to team up for a project.

Anyone else have anything to add?