Ever went out for a drink? or a date? Well, we men are really good in decision-making, we don’t need all that complicated thinking.

Now you can understand the finesse of our thinking and why we are superior.

cheers!

Students at a local school were assigned to read 2 books, Titanic and “My Life” by Bill Clinton.
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One  student turned in the following book report with the  proposition that they were nearly identical stories!
His cool professor gave him an A+ for this  report.
Titanic – Cost – £19.99 – Over 3 hours to read
Clinton-  Cost – £19.99 – Over 3 hours to read
Titanic: – The story of Jack and Rose, their  forbidden love, and subsequent catastrophe.
Clinton: – The  story of Bill and Monica, their forbidden love, and subsequent  catastrophe.
Titanic: – Jack is a starving artist.
Clinton: – Bill is a bullshit artist.
Titanic: – In one scene, Jack enjoys a good cigar.
Clinton: – Ditto for Bill.
Titanic: – During the ordeal, Rose’s dress gets ruined.
Clinton: – Ditto for  Monica.
Titanic: – Jack teaches Rose to spit.
Clinton: – Let’s not go there (kids may read this).
Titanic: – Rose gets to keep her jewelry.
Clinton: – Monica’s forced to return her gifts.
Titanic: – Rose remembers Jack for the rest of her life.
Clinton: -Clinton doesn’t remember Monica.
Titanic: – Rose goes down on a vessel full of seamen.
Clinton: – Monica ooooh let’s not go there either (kids may read this).
Titanic: – Jack surrenders to an icy death.
Clinton: – Bill goes home to Hillary – basically the same  thing.

A Norwegian fella wants a job, but the foreman won’t hire him until he passes a little math test.
Here is your first question, the foreman said.  ‘Without using numbers, represent the number 9.’
‘Without numbers?’  The Norwegian says, ‘Dat’s easy.’ and proceeds to draw three trees.

‘What’s this?’ the boss asks.
‘Vot! you got no brain?  Tree and tree and tree make nine,’ says the Norwegian.
‘Fair enough,’ says the boss. ‘Here’s your second question.  Use the same rules, but this time the number is 99.’
The Norwegian stares into space for a while, then picks up the picture that he has just drawn and makes a smudge on each tree. ‘Dar ya go.’

The boss scratches his head and says, ‘How on earth do you get that to represent 99?’
‘Each of da trees is dirty now. So, it’s dirty tree, and dirty tree, and dirty tree. Dat is 99.’
The boss is getting worried that he’s going to actually have to hire this Norwegian, so he says, ‘All right, last question.
Same rules again, but represent the number 100.’
The Norwegian fella stares into space some more, then he picks up the picture again and makes a little mark at the base of each tree and says, ‘Dar ya go. Von hundred.’

The boss looks at the attempt. ‘You must be nuts if you think that represents a hundred!’
The Norwegian leans forward and points to the marks at the base of each tree and says, ‘A little dog come along and pooped by each tree. So now you got dirty tree and a turd, dirty tree and a turd, and dirty tree and a turd, vich makes von hundred.’
So, ven do I start?

A first-grade teacher, Ms. Brooks, was having trouble with one of her students. The teacher asked, ‘Harry, what’s your problem?’
Harry answered, ‘I’m too smart for the 1st grade. My sister is in the 3rd grade and I’m smarter than she is! I think I should be in the 3rd grade too!’
Ms. Brooks had had enough. She took Harry to the principal’s office.
While Harry waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told Ms. Brooks he would give the boy a test. If he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the 1st grade and behave. She agreed.
Harry was brought in and the! conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test.
Principal: ‘What is 3 x 3?’
Harry: ‘9.’
Principal: ‘ What is 6 x 6?’
Harry:36.’
And so it went with every question the principal thought a 3rd grader should know.
The principal looks at Ms. Brooks and tells her, ‘I think Harry can go to the 3rd grade.’
Ms. Brooks says to the principal, ‘Let me ask him some questions.’
The principal and Harry both agreed..
Ms. Brooks asks, ‘What  does a cow have four of that I have only two of?’
Harry, after a moment: ‘Legs.’
Ms. Brooks: ‘What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?’
The principal wondered why would she ask such a question!
Harry replied: ‘Pockets.’
Ms. Brooks: ‘What does a dog do that a man steps in to?’
Harry: ‘Pants.’
Ms. Brooks: What starts with a C, ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin, whitish liquid?’
Harry: ‘Coconut.’
The principal sat forward with his mouth hanging open.
Ms. Brooks: ‘What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?’
The principal’s eyes opened really wide and before he could stop the answer, Harry replied, ‘Bubble gum.’
Ms.. Brooks: ‘What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three legs?’
Harry: ‘Shake hands.’
The principal was trembling.
Ms. Brooks: ‘What word starts with an ‘F’ and ends in ‘K’ that means a lot of heat and excitement?’
Harry:Firetruck.’
The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, ‘Put Harry in the fifth-grade, I got the last seven questions wrong……
[So did I, thinking about going back to school]

Two Radical Arab Terrorists boarded a flight out of London.
One took a window seat and the other sat next to him in the middle seat… Just before takeoff, a U.S. Marine sat down in the aisle seat.
After takeoff, the Marine kicked his shoes off, wiggled his toes and was settling in when the Arab in the window seat said, ‘I need to get up and get a coke.’
‘Don’t get up,’ said the Marine, ‘I’m in the aisle seat, ‘I’ll get it for you.’
As soon as he left, one of the Arabs picked up the Marines shoe and spat in it.
When the Marine returned with the coke, the other Arab said, ‘That looks good, I’d really like one, too.’
Again, the Marine obligingly went to fetch it. While he was gone the other Arab picked up the Marines other shoe and spat in it.
When the Marine returned, they all sat back and enjoyed the flight. As the plane was landing, the Marine slipped his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened. He leaned over and asked his Arab neighbors . . .
‘Why does it have to be this way?’
‘How long must this go on . . . ?
This fighting between our nations . . . ?
This hatred . . . ?
This animosity . . . ?
. . . This spitting in shoes and pissing in cokes . . . ?’