Because you can’t have both.
A new study says one of the side effects of testosterone is stinginess. In the research, a testosterone cream created a 27 percent decrease in charitable giving.
And thank you, Sis. Kimberley, for the link.
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One of the most ridiculous “studies” ever.
I just stopped a cyclist here where I work and he told me a lot about those creams. But that’s another story.
Those who understand the scientific method know that the publication of a new study is the beginning of more investigation into the science that is published–it is not yet accepted scientific theory.
It is unfortunate that the media publishes their comments about the studies as if they are accepted fact.
Just for my own edification, if a study is “peer-reviewed,” is that a step on the road to accepted scientific theory? I honestly don’t know.
A friend sent this–thought I would pass it on for some humor or consternation or whatever!
THE LIGHTER SIDE
Men Are Just Happier People–
What do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack.
You can be President.
You can never be pregnant.
You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.
You can wear NO shirt to a water park.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
The world is your urinal.
You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.
You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
Same work, more pay.
Wrinkles add character.
Wedding dress~$5000. Tux rental~$100.
People never stare at your chest when you’re talking to them.
The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.
New shoes don’t cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks.
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
You almost never have strap problems in public.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
Everything on your face stays its original color.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life.
Your belly usually hides your big hips.
One wallet and one pair of shoes one color for all seasons.
You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.
You can do your nails with a pocket knife.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.
Some of it’s funny, some of it’s consternating because it’s based on unfair truths (wages, etc.), and some of it’s out of date. We all know a lot of women who didn’t change their last names; many of us can open our own jars; and it’s hard to imagine not knowing which way a nut turns (“righty-tighty!”).
If I can’t open my own jar, I just go get a new jar. But the world is your urinal is still funny.
Right! Yesterday while helping me with a little last-minute gardening, my almost-4-year-old neighbor told his mom he had to — y’know. She just sent him off to the back of the yard.
Four houses ago, when I was first married for the second time, I looked out the kitchen window to see my son and step-son giggling and peeing on a tree out back. It remains one of my fondest memories.
Okay, since we’ve sunk to urinal-humor, why does it have to be peeing ON something?
Gentlemen? Any one?
A true gentleman…never pees and tells!
I am now going to share this with every man I know. I saw a shorter version of this (I remember because “the world is your urinal” stuck with me, of course) a while back. Thank you for this.
Sometimes the urinal is our world.
I went for a looong AT hike once and the world became my urinal.
“Okay, since we’ve sunk to urinal-humor, why does it have to be peeing ON something?”
In the words of British mountaineer George Mallory–“Because it’s there.”
“In the words of British mountaineer George Mallory–”Because it’s there.” ”
Sooooooo — let’s subject it to our waste “stream”?
Good enough.
My son would get out of the pool, pee against it, then return to the pool. Thanks for reminding me of one of my fondest memories, as well! The other (a bit more forgettable) was passing the open bathroom door and doing a double take as my brother (a tad drunk at the time) peeing into the waste basket, opposite the bowl. I’m sooo glad I don’t drink!
I’m still laughing at the part about your son peeing and then jumping into the middle of it. Aren’t little boys grand?