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Things my girlfriend and I have argued about
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If you have some time to kill, and want a good laugh, go here.
Things my girlfriend and I have argued about
OMG that was priceless.
So for the rest of us, what's the dumbest thing you have ever argued about with a BF/GF?
I've got a shitload, having dated HOPELESSLY moronic guys for the past n years.
Many revolve around camping, which I'm accustomed to, and men seem to think that since it is an OUTDOOR activity they must therefore behave like cavemen... Well I feel the need to remind them that we have never once yet camped in a cave, so they'd better shape up or get tossed, sleeping bag and all, in the river.
-How to load equipment in the canoe so the weight is distributed evenly and we don't capsize. This seems simple but apparently is not on the ex-BF radar screen
-Whether or not it matters which tent-poles are inserted first. Thank GOD I have a relatively simple tent, or it would by now be in use as a burial shroud somewhere in the forests of Western New England.
-How to start the campfire. This is probably the sorest point for dear ol' EX. His method: Find large log. Douse liberally with boy scout water. Light. It flares up then goes out. Repeat until girlfriend comes over with a handful of shredded birch bark and plays Prometheus. Honestly there's a REASON that cavewomen sent the men out to hunt. Nothing would get accomplished around the camp otherwise.
There's more...I'll think of them eventually!
I like the wash my bras on the gentle cycle, which is fine because I do most of my laundry at my parents house. One time he wanted me to go to the gym with him and I said I couldnt because I didnt have any clean sports bras. He has a really shitty old washing machine that I dont trust, and he knows this, and I've told him many times that I dont like to wash my bras at his house. SO this time he says "you can just wash it here so you can go with me." So I tried to explain to him again that bras cost a lot of money, mine are brand new, and I dont want them to wear out faster than they need to by using his machine. He FREAKS OUT and thinks that by saying I dont want to use his washing machine that I am personally insulting him. I dont understand it.
Don't EVEN get me started on the Washing of the Brassieres!
When I was workig 3 jobs and the Ex from Hell was laying on the sofa unemployed, I gave him the job of laundry-boy.
My bras either a) got put in the dryer on high and practically melted, and the little wire things all came out b) got thrown in a heap on top of the dryer where they did NOT dry and got musty or my favorite, option c) I freak out enough about options a and b and the bras do not get washed at all, but rather left in the cellar dirty -plus I'm on the top unit of a 2-family and have to get my tenant's permission every time I want to use the laundry room since it is through their apartment, so if I want to retrieve bras from options b or c, it's kind of a hassle.
AAAGH!!!!!
The end result was of course what Ex wanted all along, which is that I would come home at 11:30 from my second job and have to hand-wash my own bras and hope they would be dry by 6am when I had to leave the house again. And he got an extra 15 minutes a week of Seinfeld reruns as a result.
Bastard.
AAARRRGHHH! My fiance NEVER sorts clothes, and he washes them all on warm. Everything is gray, or pink, with fuzzballs on it cause he washes them all on heavy duty. He may as well beat them on a rock at the riverside.
And I love my stepsons, I really do. But they are gross (skidmarks) and I don't want my or my daughter's pretty clothes washed with a bunch of dirty nasty boy clothes. I wash the girl and boy things separately. He doesn't. I hate finding my shrunken, shot elastic bra (from being dried on high heat) tangled around a pair of yellowing used-to-be tighty whities from some 8 year old that still hasn't gotten the knack of wiping his ass.
But I think the stupidest argument we ever had came before we moved in together. I had washed his bedclothes at his apartment, and put them in the dryer, but I had to leave before I could make the bed. So I told him they were in the dryer, and left. The next day, I ask him "Did you make the bed up?"
him: Oh yeah!
So I get over to the house later, only to find that he slept on the couch that night and did NOT make the bed. What makes this a dumb argument is WHO LIES ABOUT MAKING THE BED?! Really, who does that? I was like "What are you, 5 years old? All you had to say was 'No, not yet'. For chrissakes, I was on my way over! I was bound to find out! If you'll lie to me about something this inconsequential, what else are you lying about?!?!"
He's sitting about 3 feet from me playing GTA on his pc. I think I'll go punch him in the head now that I've remembered that argument from over a year ago.
Hon, I am worried about you. Your BF seems really controlling.
ROFLMAOPMFPQuote:
Originally Posted by Mrs. Greenjeans
From "Things..."
'And what if I don't think it looks OK?' She pauses for a moment, then adds, 'Or if I smash your laptop to pieces with a tyre jack?'
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I love Margaret.
Well, my ex and I argued over me paying for dinner, or that my choice of shoes just happened to be house slippers
We also used to argue over the amount of guns I have.
Stupid stuff, really.
yeah, he can be. We fight about it a lotQuote:
Originally Posted by Mrs. Greenjeans