I got an email from a guy this morning whose wife (not pictured) writes for a blog called “Twinkies And Gin,” which sounds like a good place to be. His wife apparently has some issues with her partners in estrogen, specifically with how she has seen some of her female friends treat their football-loving boyfriends and spouses.
I know dozens of women who, by thier own report, are married to or dating men who are excellent husbands, boyfriends, fathers, step-dads, maintenance men, chefs, mechanics, landscapers and lays. But these women simply can not shut the f_ck up when it comes time for football season.
I see FB statuses whining about how he’s watching he game, I hear long phone calls complaning about how he should be doing yard work or spending time with the kids instead of cheering on the Packers. Guilt trips, rules about how long he’s allowed to watch the season opener, vacuuming during the last two minutes of the 4th because you think it’s funny. Eye rolling, degrading remarks, calling him a ‘child,’ putting down his friends…. the list goes on.
And you know what gals? You’re a bunch of b_tches.
Emphasis there was mine. I suggest reading the whole thing, and then voting on the related Asylum poll regarding your thoughts on female football fans. Here’s my vote Women that think like this? Awesome. Women complaining about other women’s asses? Not so much.
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My wife is making me go to Maine next weekend. This was my birthday gift. Not once have I ever stated that I wanted to go to this place but there I’ll be…missing an entire goddamn weekend of football to look at the fucking leaves.
That was great, especially when she dropped the c-bomb. My wife isn’t a big football fan, but she lets me watch in peace. I either watch it on our other t.v. or if she watches with me she usually is reading or on the lap top. A lot of her friends husbands are usually out of the house hunting or fishing or watching the games at a bar. She’s just glad I’m home.
@EP, Maine is one of the most boring places I’ve ever been to.
“Go shopping. Try a new douche, moisturize your frown lines, whatever”
Tou-fucking-che! Loved it…
My wife actually likes watching football.
Unfortunately, she’s a Giants fan so she can go get fucked. Metaphorically.
I met my wife online (she wa sin Tucson, I was in Iowa City), and IM was the only way we had to connect for a long time. I remember one Friday night I asked if she would be on the next day, and she answered, “I will be gone most of the day at the game.”
I basically wed myself to her in my mind that very moment.
I’ll be honest, I naturally assumed all women from Wisconsin weighed 300 lbs., so this picture is welcome news. Also, what are they looking at, each one of them is looking off in different directions? Third, sit the fuck down, I’m trying to watch the game.
@Enrico
On your way home, if you can swing it, get her to stop at The Page in Portsmouth NH. The food is meh, but as far as I can tell its the only place on the drive down 95 with good beer, 50 tvs, and the Ticket.