Women On Top..!
With Hillary deciding to try for the President’s post there is an uneasy, uncomfortable feeling among men in the rest of the world. My dog Buddy sniggered as I entered the house rather late last night.
“Curfew time’s ten o clock,” she growled.
“Who said so?” I asked.
“We,” said my dog as she sniggered again. “There’ a coup takin’ place and you men are under house arrest. Women are takin’ over!”
My friend Ramesh was trembling as we met on the streets. “I swear I saw her wearing it,” he said.
“Maybe it was her own,” I said helpfully.
“No, it was mine” he said, “I know all my pants. She not only tried it on but wore it all day at home.”
“Did she take it off when she came to bed?”
“I don’t know,” said Ramesh.
“What d’you mean you don’t know?” I asked sharply.
“She told me to sleep in the kitchen after doing the dishes!”
Buddy who heard this conversation growled even more. “She’s wearing your pants in the house,” she said.
“Never,” I said. “My women are trained to behave like decent ladies.”
“What’s your dog got on her backside?” asked my friend Ramesh.
“My boxer shorts..!” I shouted.
Ramesh was trembling even more as we met again in the evening.
“Its getting worse,” he said.
“What is?” I asked.
“This woman thing.”
“What’s the latest?” I asked.
“First baby mine, second baby hers.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“I get to carry the first one!”
“Like in getting pregnant?”
“Yeah,” said Ramesh.
“Don’t have kids,” I said.
“She loves them,” said Ramesh, “but only girls, doesn’t want a boy, says she wants a girl to carry on her family name..!”
Buddy smiled as we went home. “You also plannin’ to get pregnant?” she asked.
“Nah,” I said, “one dog is enough!”
“There’s a truck at your door…”
“Manure and Fertilizer truck,” I shouted. “Who needs manure?”
“You,” shouted Buddy. “She’s plannin’ on havin’ a girl.”
“No!!!” I screamed as the truck man came to me with a pitchfork of manure.
“Nightmare?” asked my wife as I sat up in bed. “You called out Hillary twice in your sleep? You plannin’ on havin’ a daughter named Hillary?”
“No…!.” I screamed.
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