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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Friday, December 30, 2016

Never Really Going To Understand Women


God has a real sense of humor.
When I young,
I was single by choice,
but not my choice.
The choice of everyone I dated.
So I prayed to our
Lord
for a woman who would love me for whom I am,
be understanding,
be kind,
stand behind me through thick & thin,
cook for me,
clean for me,
look to me with gratitude,
and obey me.
That night,
he came to me in a dream
and said,
"There are four women like that who would be with you eternally. Go to any of the four corners of the World and you will find one there!"
I awoke the next morning with the biggest smile on my face
and thought about what God had said to me.
Then I laid back down crying.
The World is round!

So,
let me get this straight.
Women get to wear fake hair,
fake nails,
fake eye lashes,
padded bras,
padded butts,
pumped up lips,
and get Botox,
but they are looking for a real man???
I have always wanted to be with two women at the same time.
One to cook
and one to clean.

I recently put a personal ad in the local paper's
"Want Ads."
Looking for someone like myself,
only with more money.

I hate blind dates.
On my last one I told my date a little white lie about myself
and she called me on it.
I didn't know what to do when she said,
"Show me the Bat Cave!"

A chicken
and an egg are lying in bed.
The chicken is smoking a cigarette with a satisfied smile on its face,
and the egg is frowning
and looking put out.
The egg mutters,
to no one in particular,
"I guess we answered that question."

I am a philosopher at heart.
Here I will show you.
A quiet man, is a thinking man.
A quiet woman, is usually mad.

I blew it with my wife.
She was giving me the silent treatment for an entire week until I said, "Hey, we are getting along pretty good lately!"

I have the geekiest friend in the World,
but he always seems to have new girlfriends.
So I asked him his secret.
He told me you have to be sincere when you first talk to a lady.
Wow,
I said.
That is so profound.
What is the first thing you say to a woman then?
"Hi. My name is Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?"

This is,
Never Really Going To Understand Women In This Lifetime,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.”
- Phyllis Diller -


That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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