Cooking my own meals would be an
adventure, not a punishment.
I wouldn't have to explain why I'm
wearing "that" shirt with "those" pants.
I could leave the toilet seat in any
position I damn well please.
I could actually tell the bartender,
"If anyone calls, I'm here".
I'd be painting the town instead of
the house.
When I get home after work, I don't have to
start work again.
I could show my girlfriend where I
live.
I'd be driving a miniskirt instead of
a minivan.
The only weeds I'd be concerned with
are the ones I'm rolling.
I would have saved $372,416.21 in
groceries by now.
I wouldn't catch so much grief about
those skid-marks in my underwear!
I'd get to see what my paycheck looks
like.
I'd get to see what my credit cards
look like.
You can see a different face when you wake up
in the morning, every day of the week!
Going to a strip club doesn't have to be a
covert mission.
Bachelors don't have Mother-in-laws.
I wouldn't have to watch sub-titled French
films.
I could home drunk to sleep, instead of under
a bridge.
I could use my own name at hotels.
I wouldn't have a driving instructor
grading me every time I go somewhere.
When asked his opinion, a single guy
can say "Hell yes, you're fat!".


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