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Straight from my eMailbox last week I mentioned a few reasons why women contend men are happy beasts. Naturally, scientists have developed a test to determine guynicity and naturally SleuthSayers proudly brings it to you.
How to Score: Give one point for every time you picked answer 'c'. A real guy would score at least 10 on this test. In fact, a real guy would score at least 15, because he would receive the special five-point bonus for getting the tasteless dead pedophile in the bar joke.
I confess a surprising number of these fit me.
ReplyDelete1, c. Yep, I would do that. Did that sorta: When I was preschool and the hands were at lunch, I took apart a critical farm engine to 'fix' it. It worked, too!
2, c. Yep. And BB guns. And taking things apart.
3, c. I think I'm gonna have to do that.
6, d. I added that one only because I kept a pet alligator. 25 years. In the living room. Really.
7-12. In the interest of personal safety, I'll pass up the remainder.
I am a lucky girl: my man just flunked guyness--though he did choose the cherry bombs and the remote control. He proposed an additional answer for the commitment question: (d) Can we have this discussion after the game? He's a lucky boy, too--I would never dream of throwing away any of his underwear. Oh, and we had an argument about whether or not solid color T shirts count as underwear.
ReplyDeleteLoved this post, Leigh!!
ReplyDeleteLiz, on my walk this morning, my solid-colored T-shirt started out as underwear and ended up as outerwear. (Thank God it's not yet cold weather, down here.)
Good for your guy, Elizabeth!
ReplyDeleteJohn, you statement could have another meaning!
Funny, I don't much like patterned clothing, especially argyle. I think that's more a Leigh thing than just a guy thing, but what do others think?
Leigh,
ReplyDeleteLove this post! I won't reveal my score. But I am also puzzled as to why the Jets would call a draw on third and seventeen. It must have been a miscommunication.
Clearly, number 9 is a trick question. When your wife is sick and asks you to get the kids out to school, the REAL answer is: “Okay. But, where are their clothes?”
ReplyDeleteFurther: as for the issue of feeding those kids, in the absence of their mom, I still contend: Throwing a bagel, which I bought at the store two-minutes thirty-seconds ago, from the driver’s-side window of a speeding Jeep Grand Cherokee, at the head of a nine-year-old riding his bike to school, definitely DOES count as “Feeding the boy breakfast.” And: Whether or not the bagel’s impact knocks him off his bike, is inconsequential to that truth.
Ref the argyle/print question: I have some argyle socks, because I think they go well with hand-painted ties. Unfortunately, I've never owned any hand-painted ties.
--Dix
Herschel, that's one of those mysteries of life!
ReplyDeleteDixon, considering I've often done the same thing for breakfast, I think it should count.
When I was a kid, I disliked argyle socks so much, my mother took them for her own use when she wore slacks.
Ah-ha! Leigh your last comment clearly explains your hatred of that species. Your mother was guilty of the problem expressed by that ancient Latin term: “Argylus Introductus TooSoonum”!
ReplyDeleteHad she but waited . . .
(laughing)
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