So which men are to be avoided like the Volkswagen beetle cabs you shouldn't take in foreign countries because you can't jump out if things take a turn for the worse?
Men are like the Allstate commercials "Mayhem" guy who also played megadouchey Dennis Duffy on 30 Rock.
Ergo, all men are pager salesmen with bad sideburns who will make your insurance premiums rise and bang your friends.
Bloody men are like bloody buses -
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.
You look at them flashing their indicators
Offering you a ride.
You're trying to read the destinations,
You haven't much time to decide.
If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze
While the cars, the taxis and the lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.
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And women are like gypsy cabs. A short ride is going to cost you way more than it should!
Good jokes, everyone.
Other ways in which men are like cabs: They smell and often make one want to vomit.
I was just going to say. . .men also have 6-month old air fresheners hanging off them.
So which men are to be avoided like the Volkswagen beetle cabs you shouldn't take in foreign countries because you can't jump out if things take a turn for the worse?
Volkswagen beetle cab drivers, for one.
Also? Men often claim the credit card machine isn't working WHEN IT REALLY WORKS.
*whistles Billy Ocean ditty "Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car", runs over Billy Ocean in crosswalk*
And there's that whole "always try to take you the way you don't want to go, even when you tell them to stay off Broadway at this hour" thing.
And they always want you to take your belongings when it's time for you to go.
I draw the line at making my cab driver a sandwich on my way out.
@Balk: Quick ride, no cuddling.
Men are like the Allstate commercials "Mayhem" guy who also played megadouchey Dennis Duffy on 30 Rock.
Ergo, all men are pager salesmen with bad sideburns who will make your insurance premiums rise and bang your friends.
Men are like cabs because they need to be replace every three years. Also, they won't take you to Brooklyn.
And I appraise them similarly based on whether I can smoke in their car.
Men are like cabs because they're invaluable when you're drunk but a bit of an indulgence otherwise.
Standing drunk on the sidewalk, taking one home seemed like a good idea at the time.
Bloody men are like bloody buses -
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.
You look at them flashing their indicators
Offering you a ride.
You're trying to read the destinations,
You haven't much time to decide.
If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze
While the cars, the taxis and the lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.
Because you have to listen to their terrible music choices until you escape.
As soon as you sit down the TV turns on?
Ha!
They seldom have the proper restraints.
Try to leave 'em and they will MAKE YOU PAY.
(And good luck finding one in Pittsburgh.)
And someone who bases her life around Sex and the City apparently only knows the verb phrase "is all like." Shock.