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Man, if there is one thing that I CANNOT stand, it is war rudeness poverty theft man's inhumanity to man wanton environmental destruction wives who neglect their stockings.

C'mon girls, as the ad says, husbands admire wives who keep their stockings perfect.

Conversely, husbands detest and abhor slovenly oafs who crash about like drunken moose with ladders from here to eternity. Fair dinkum ladies, check out that look of disgust the dude above is giving his wife while she's there knitting away, completely unaware. She'll only have herself to blame if he starts fooling around with a more careful dame.

This message was brought to you in the interests of marital bliss and harmony between the sexes.
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Anonymous said…
I remember Lux soap. And a few other kinds. Fels Naptha. That sound like some forlorn chemical that my mom sometimes used. She never owned hose during the war years when they were rationed and when people painted the hose seam up the back of their legs. Seams were in and the war year hose came with and without them. Stores had more without than with.
2 April 2009 at 21:42
Babzy.B said…
another really funny one ;)
2 April 2009 at 23:26
Candie said…
And this will hurt you.. :D
2 April 2009 at 23:54
Alan Smithee said…
The state of her stockings is sickening. How is she supposed to remain attractive to him (as is her duty) with her stockings in that condition? The skirt is nice, tho.
2 April 2009 at 23:58
Doc said…
I'm not certain that that is a look of disgust in his eyes. I think it's lust.

Doc
3 April 2009 at 01:03
Colette Amelia said…
I have to ask do you sleep? With taking pictures of the lads, riding the bus to work...and I assume working, when do you have time to write such numerous and entertaining posts?
3 April 2009 at 03:43
KL said…
And wives admire husbands who do not wear the same socks or different color socks :-P.

Your post on Marital Bliss was hilarious. Have you ever thought of doing those standing comedian shows? :-)
3 April 2009 at 10:49
Kris McCracken said…
Abe, nylon stockings won the Cold War!
4 April 2009 at 16:50
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, and shameful too!
4 April 2009 at 16:50
Kris McCracken said…
Candie, I’m lots bigger than Jen. I can take her.
4 April 2009 at 16:50
Kris McCracken said…
Alan Smithee, it is VILE.
4 April 2009 at 16:50
Kris McCracken said…
Doc, there is a thin line between disgust and lust. Maybe it is both?
4 April 2009 at 16:50
Kris McCracken said…
Colette, I have something inside that needs to get out. It is driving me mad.
4 April 2009 at 16:50
Kris McCracken said…
KL, stand up comedy is for amateurs. The real money is in plastics.
4 April 2009 at 16:51
KL said…
Plastics!!!?? You mean credit cards? You have to pay the bills!
5 April 2009 at 10:51
Kris McCracken said…
KL, as in industry. I've never actually owned a credit card.
6 April 2009 at 16:00
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