many men

10.Do not say what you mean. Ever.

9. Stash feminine products in their backpacks and in their books as cute reminders that you were thinking of them.

8. Play Alanis Morissette’s “You Outta Know,” loud. Look at them. Smile.

7. Look them in the eye and start laughing. (During an intimate moment)

6. Cry.

5. Gather many female friends and dance to “I Will Survive” while they are present. Sing all the words. Sing to them. Sing loud.

4. Go everywhere in groups, especially the bathroom. Do nothing alone.

3. Make them guess what you want and then get mad when they’re wrong.

2. Plan little relationship anniversaries, i.e. the monthly anniversary of the time you saw each other in the library for five minutes. Then get mad at them for forgetting. Then cry.

1. Constantly claim you’re fat. Ask them. Then cry, regardless of their answer.

Ok, but men still can’t live without them.

1. Men are like department stores….
their clothes should always be half off.

2. Men are like vacations….
they never seem to be long enough.

3. Men are like computers…
hard to figure out and never have enough memory.

4. Men are like coolers…
load them with beer and you can take them anywhere.

5. Men are like chocolate bars….
sweet, smooth, and they usually head right for your hips.

6. Men are like coffee….
the best ones are rich, warm, and can keep you up all night long.

7. Men are like horoscopes….
they always tell you what to do and are usually wrong.

8. Men are like plungers…
they spend most of their lives in a hardware store or the bathroom.

9. Men are like cement….
after getting laid, they take a long time to get hard.

10. Q: Why are men like laxatives?
A: They irritate the shit out of you.

11. Q: Why did God create man?
A: Because vibrators don’t mow lawns.

12. Q: What are two reasons men don’t mind their own business?
A: No mind-No business

13. Q: How are men and parking spots alike?
A: The good ones are taken and what’s left is handicapped.

14. Q: Why is it hard for a women to find men who are sensitive, caring and good looking?
A: Because those men already have boyfriends.

15. Q: How is a man like a snowstorm?
A: You never know when he’s coming, how many inches you’ll get or how long it will last.

16. Q: Why are men given larger brains than dogs?
A: So they don’t hump women’s legs at cocktail parties.

17. Q: Why can’t men get mad cow disease?
A: Because they’re all pigs.

This appeared in a local Sunday magazine recently. For those unfamiliar with the Star Wars saga, James Earl Jones was the voice of that great villain Darth Vader. But those Star Wars fans will surely appreciate this fanciful article :

Supposedly James Earl Jones is Vassar College’s Commencement speaker for this year. Oddly, this event coincides with the release of the much awaited “Phantom Menace” and the unexpected popularity of Baz Luhrmann’s “Sunscreen Song” (which, if you haven’t had your head under a rock, is a spoken graduation address set to music that is constantly playing on many radio stations). And so, I can only wonder what would Mr. Jones’ address be like?…. (had he been in character)

Ladies and Gentlemen of the Vassar College class of ‘99… embrace the Dark Side of the Force. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, the Dark Side would be it. The long-term benefits of the Dark Side have been proven by the Dark Lords of the Sith, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than m yown meandering cruelty and conquests.

I will dispense this advice now…

Enjoy the power and beauty of your planet. Oh, never mind. You will never understand the power and the beauty of your planet until after the Empre has destroyed it in a futile attempt to find the Rebel Base. But trust me, in twenty years, you will look back at photos of your home and recall, in a way you can’t grasp now, how blissfully ignorant you were, and how fabulous your planet really looked before it was a pile of burning space rubble. Your planet is not as dull as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the Rebellion–or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to make the Kessel run in a landspeeder. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your twisted mind–the kind that fire a direct hit into your reactor core at 4 PM on some idle Tuesday.

Do in a Death Star officer every day.

Scheme.

Don’t disobey the Emperor’s orders; don’t put up with people who disobey yours.

Hate.

Don’t waste your time on Stormtroopers. They can’t hit the broad side of a barn.

The battle is long and in the end, it is only with yourself. And your idiot son.

Remember the prophecies of the Emperor; ignore the whinings of your bratty upstart farmboy of a son. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old light saber, but change your costume slightly with every sequel.

Destroy.

Don’t feel guilty if you have no misgivings about joining the Dark Side. The most interesting people I know didn’t have any respect at 22 for their victim’s lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year olds I know still don’t.

Have plenty of minions.

Be kind to your right hand; you’ll miss it when it’s gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe your son will join you, maybe he won’t. Maybe you’ll convince your daughter to become a dark Jedi and assist you in your campaign of hatred and destruction; maybe she’ll become a rebel leader and marry a scruffy-looking nerf herder.

Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your destiny is half chance. So is everybody else’s.

Enjoy the Force. Exploit it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or what other people think of your “sorcerer’s ways.” The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to its power.

Kill. Even if you have no one to kill but a meaningless extra.

Listen to what the Emperor has foreseen, even if you don’t follow his prophecies.

Do not take your mask off, it will only make you feel ugly. And vulnerable.

Get to know your parents. You’ll never know when they’ll turn out to be your arch enemies.

Be nice to your siblings. They are your best link to your Jedi lineage and the ones most likely to become Jedi in the future.

Understand that lackeys come and go. But with a precious few, you should keep from crushing their tracheas.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, for as the more desperate you become, the more you will need to send bounty hunters to do your dirty work for you.

Live on Dagobah once, but leave before you get foot rot.

Live on Tattooine once, but leave before you get heat stroke.

Travel. Preferably in your own custom TIE Fighter.

Accept certain inalienable truths: rebellions will rise, the Imperial Senate will have to be disbanded. You too will get old. And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, rebels were easily crushed, the Imperial Senate was subservient, and citizens respected their Emperor.

Respect your Emperor.

Don’t expect your son to rule the galaxy with you. Maybe he’ll give in to his anger. Maybe he’ll strike you down. But you’ll never know when he’ll whine pleadingly, and you’ll find yourself turning to the Light Side and saving his sorry butt.

Don’t strike down your old Jedi Master, or he will become more powerful than you could possibly imagine.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it, or I’ll crush your throat. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing your humanity from the depths of sin, wiping it off, putting black body armor over the ugly parts and redeeming it for more than it is worth.

But trust me on the Dark Side.

The Lord spoke to Noah and said, “Noah, in six months I am going to make it rain until the whole world is covered with water and all the evil things are destroyed. But, I want to save a few good people and two of every living thing on the planet. I am ordering you to build an ark.”

And, in a flash of lightning, he delivered the specifications for the ark.

“OK,” Noah said, trembling with fear and fumbling with the
blueprints,”I’m your man.”

“Six months and it starts to rain,” thundered the Lord. “You better have my ark completed or learn to swim for a long, long time!”

Six months passed, the sky began to cloud up, and the rain began to fall in torrents. The Lord looked down and saw Noah sitting in his yard,weeping,and there was no ark.

“Noah!” shouted the Lord, “where is My ark?” A lightning bolt crashed into the ground right beside Noah.

“Lord, please forgive me!” begged Noah. “I did my best, but there were some big problems. First, I had to get a building permit for the ark’s construction, but your plans did not meet their code. So, I had to hire an engineer to redo the plans, only to get into a long argument with him about whether to include a fire-sprinkler system.”

“My neighbors objected, claiming that I was violating zoning ordinances by building the ark in my front yard, so I had to get a variance from the city planning board.”

“Then, I had a big problem getting enough wood for the ark,
because there was a ban on cutting trees to save the spotted owl. I tried to convince the environmentalists and the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service that I needed the wood to save the owls, but they wouldn’t let me catch them,
so no owls.”

“Next, I started gathering up the animals but got sued by an animal rights group that objected to me taking along only two of each kind.”

“Just when the suit got dismissed, the EPA notified me that I couldn’t complete the ark without filing an environmental impact statement on your proposed flood. They didn’t take kindly to the idea that they had no jurisdiction over the conduct of a Supreme Being.”

“Then, the Corps of Engineers wanted a map of the proposed flood plan. I sent them a globe!”

“Right now, I’m still trying to resolve a complaint with the Equal Opportunities Commission over how many minorities I’m supposed to hire.”

“The IRS has seized all my assets claiming that I am trying to leave the country, and I just got a notice from the state that I owe some kind of use tax. Really, I don’t think I can finish the ark in less than five years.”

With that, the sky cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow arched across the sky.

Noah looked up and smiled. “You mean you are not going to destroy the world?” he asked hopefully.

“No,” said the Lord, “the government already is doing a fine job.”

A man walks into the front door of a tavern, obviously drunk. He staggers up to the bar, seats himself on a stool, belches, and asks the bartender for a drink. The bartender politely informs the man that it appears that he has already had plenty to drink and could not be served additional alcohol at this bar, and would he like a cab to be called for him. The drunk is briefly surprised, then quietly grumbles as he gets off the bar stool and staggers back out the front door.

A few minutes later, the same drunk stumbles in the SIDE door of the bar. He wobbles up to the bar and hollers for a drink. The bartender comes over and, still politely, but more firmly, refuses service to the man due to his intoxication, and again offers to call a cab. The drunk looks at the bartender for a moment angrily, curses, and shows himself out the side door, grumbling and shaking his head.

After a few minutes, the same drunk bursts in through the BACK door of the bar. He plops himself up on a bar stool, gathers his wits and belligerently orders a drink. The bartender comes over and firmly tells the man that he is clearly drunk, will be served no drinks, and either a cab or the police will be called immediately.

The surprised drunk looks at the bartender, and in anguish, cries out, “MAAAN!! How many bars do you work at?”