So I'm in the kitchen tonight cookin' up some spaghetti for the wifey (she had a bad day @ work) when I heard the familiar sound and realized...

I'm slaving over a hot stove and she's sitting in my spot on our new couch, (the end with the cup holders & the power recliner) watching Monday Night Football!

Sucka!!!

DAMMIT!

Don't tell me you Manscape too.

It'll pay off come bedtime!

hey be thankful she had the game on so you could listen to it

What we are witnessing here folks is not the evolution of man but the emasculation of whipkiller, the de-evolution of man...



















So sad, unless she was watching the Chargers then you get a pass for not watching total gayness

You love it!

You're just a real man.... I bet you have a better sex life than half these puzzies...

My boys and myself love it when the wife says she doesn't feel like cooking. I have a stash of goodies in the freezer from Trader Joes like Orange Chicken, Teriyaki Chicken and Chicken Tempura and get 5 cups of steamed rice going in the rice cooker and the food going for 25 minutes in the oven..Yum. Just last night.

Pretty cool of you!
I'm not much of a cook, but like to BBQ. Cheryl appreciates it when I do it!

Women love a man with dishpan hands. at least thats what my wife tells me lol

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friggin' pansy.......................




































My wife read this over my shoulder, now I'm in deep shyt.............................................











































Thanks !!

Had a similar situation at home a couple of weeks ago. I had a couple of bad weeks of working massive amounts of overtime. I got home from work on a day, my husband had the day off. I announced, "I'm not making dinner tonight. You are." Told him all he needed to do was boil some spaghetti noodles and pour the jar of sauce into a pan pot to simmer on the stove. What could be easier? I sat on the couch with an Ice Cold Delicious Beverage and watched some football. Every two minutes he was asking me what to do next. That's when I realized...HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO BOIL SPAGHETTI!!!! Well, he overcooked the noodles and it was probably the worst tasting spaghetti I've ever had. That'll teach me.

Y'know, I keep trying that with the laundry... You know how chicks have all these different things that can be washed but don't dry that one, that one has to dry flat, etc.

I keep thinking if I eff it up bad enough and shrink a bunch of stuff I won't be asked to help anymore but so far it ain't working.

My wife is a very good cook but she really doesn't enjoy it where I enjoy the cooking but hate to clean up, so it works out pretty well.

I like to throw down a good meal with an attractive presentation for her, and trust me gentlemen, it does have it's rewards.

So you guys are telling me that i shouldnt be cooking every night?
That b!tch!!!!!!

Hey Whippedkilla, don't worry about it, I'm sure she let you watch tv, as yore doing Zumba, in the morning.

....it knows it's no longer a man, it know it has no dignity, it knows it should end it all, and the soft, low (slightly feminine) inner voice, tells it "do it, do it now"

Yore so milk toast

and to answer yore question.....

milk toast - spineless, lacking backbone. not standing up for oneself

so i said "hey Whipkilla, get me a soda biatch" and he did, he always did what he was told, beacuse he was milktoast

I enjoy cooking, so i probably do 90% of it at our house. And foosball is just a waste of time. My TV dont play dat game..

Yeah, same here. It's kind of a funny little copy of my parents house; my Mom is a good cook but it wasn't something she totally enjoyed like my Dad did, so Dad did almost all the cooking, and it's exactly the same in my house. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, I guess.

Dad had a certain way he tapped the spoon on the pan to shake off the excess - "Rat-tatta-tat,tat...TAT-TAT" and I find myself unconsciously doing it the same way.
Whenever I do it's kinda' like he's there in the kitchen with me. (He passed in '08)

*TinyTim*

I was gonna' slam you with a really witty comeback, but my wife said I have to get off the computer now.

Yer' lucky, dude.

I tried this method but shrinking her clothes only emptied my wallet when she went and replaced them. What worked for me was throwing a new red shirt in with her white clothes and turned everything pink.

She does the dishes?

Tell her, Thanks...cause I was gettin frayed