MEN WHO LACK FEMALE SUPERVISION

Just had these sent to me and just HAD to share........

SO FUNNY, AND SO TRUE........

                                      Now THAT'S relaxing

                                       Oooh Brother !!!!

                                        Just love to do this one day

                                          I hope SOME of them were full !

                                          My favourite by far.....

                                        Well you can't call him lazy eh ?

                                            Why didn't I think of that !!!

Hope they made you smile.......

I did !

Kind regards,
Gary.

BEWARE THE PINK SPATULA

If only I could regulate that brain to mouth valve, I'm sure that I would not get into so much trouble. Just a little common sense would tell me that it is NOT a good idea to ask if the white sauce is supposed to be lumpy. But hey ho, I live and learn....
One thing that I did learn was that a silicon spatula applied to a bare bottom can sting like a bastard, even a pink one like this.......

At least the lasagne was tasty later that evening, and oh, in case you were wondering, yes she did clean the spatula before AND after my spanking.
Well, wouldn't want to get lumpy sauce all over my bottom would I ?

Kind regards,
Garyntboy.

You only have yourself to blame.

     There are certain things in married life that a husband should NOT forget, such as....Birthdays......Anniversaries......to get the washing in when it starts to rain !! At least I can get two of those three right, but when a wife comes home to find you laying on the couch watching tele. and sees her precious delicates drenched upon the washing line, then sparks may well fly. And in our household now, they invariably fly from my bottom.
    Such was the situation last Monday, when a very interesting program on the history of mammals was rudely interrupted by a most irate spouse, standing in the doorway with water dripping occasionally from her petite nose. Her hair a bedraggled mat of sodden fibres and a distinctive wet patch down the entire front of her dress. After I had endured the barrage of verbal abuse and threats of physical violence against my most precious of possessions....yes that's right....my golf clubs, I tactfully offered to make her a 'nice cup of tea,' and to run a bath for her.
    Calm was restored and forgiveness wafted among the scented bubbles of a steaming bath.......And look...there goes a pig, flying past our window. I don't suppose for a minute that I am alone in having a wife that can outwardly portray the serenity of a nun but inside is fuming like Vesuvius, just waiting to erupt when one least expects it. And so that, dear reader, would likely explain why I am tenderly sitting on a very sore, striped bottom, writing this account.
     'You only have yourself to blame,' she said as she ran the leather tawse through her left hand. I, was bent over all four pillows piled on our bed, my bare arse already glowing from the five or so minute hand spanking she'd given me over her lap.
   Damn that thing, I can't think what possessed me to buy such a stingy implement. Oh, wait a minute.....now I remember !!!
See...my memory is getting better all the time.

Kind regards,
Garyntboy.