If the World was fair to Guys...

Those of you who doubted "Global Warming" are faced with
irrefutable proof just by studying the underwear trends of the
last 100 years or so. (lifted from misscellania, too good to miss.)

If the World was fair to Guys...

Breaking up would be a lot easier. A smack on the arse and a "cheers
for the sex - now f*** off" would pretty much do it.

Birth control would come in ale or lager.

Valentine's Day would be moved to 29th February so it would only occur
in leap years.

On Mothers Day, you'd get the day off to go drinking.

The only show opposite "Monday Night Football" would be
"Monday Night Football from a Different Camera Angle."

Instead of "beer-belly," you'd get "beer-biceps."

Tanks would be far easier to rent.

Every woman that worked would have to do so topless.

When the Police pull you over, every smart-aleck answer you responded
with would actually reduce your fine.

Example:

Cop: "You know how fast you were going?"
You: "All I know is, I was spilling my beer all over the place."
Cop: "Nice one, that's $20 off."

Daisy Duke shorts would never go out of style again.

Every man would get four, real "Get Out of Jail Free" cards per year.

Telephones would cut off after 30 seconds of conversation.

When your girlfriend really needed to talk to you during the game,
she'd appear in a little box in the corner of the screen when the ball
goes out of play.

Nodding and looking at your watch would be deemed as an acceptable
response to "I love you."

The funniest guy in the office would get to be the CEO.

"Sorry, but I got wasted last night," would be an acceptable excuse
for absence and/or poor time keeping.

Lifeguards could remove people from beaches for violating the public
ugliness ordinance.

Hallmark would make "Sorry, what was your name again?" cards.

Lager would have the same effect as Viagra.

"Fancy a shag" would be the only chat up line in existence and it
would work every time.

Everyone would drive at least 70mph and anyone driving under that
would be fined.

Dinner break would happen every hour and the boss would hire in
strippers and $2000 a night hookers for the duration of those breaks.

Saying "Let's have a threesome. You, me and your sister" to your
wife/girlfriend would get the response, "What a great idea!"

Harrier jump jets would take you to and from work.

Everyone would have real a Light Sabre and any disagreements
would be settled by a fight to the death.

Vomiting after 20 pints would actually make you more attractive to
the opposite sex.

Along with your milk in the morning, the milkman would deliver two
Swedish milk maids.

When it was time to leave work, a whistle would sound and you'd get
to slide down the back of a Brontosaurus just like Fred Flintstone.

"Yes" would be an acceptable answer to a woman’s question of
"Does my bum look big in this?"

I sure hope all you ladies have already voted for holtieshouse,
just in case anything printed above might change your minds.