Once again, the female staff will be offering courses for men of every marital status. Please note: the name of some of the courses have been changed. Attendance in at least 10 of the following is mandatory.
- Combating Stupidity
- You Can Do Housework Too
- PMS – Learning When To Keep your Mouth Shut
- How to Fill The Icecube Tray
- We do not want sleazy underthings for Xmas. Give Us Money!
- Understanding the female response to your coming in drunk at 4 AM
- Wonderful Laundry Techniques – Formerly titled “Don’t Wash My Silks”
- Parenting – NO, It Doesn’t End With Conception
- Get A Life – Learn To Cook
- How Not To Act Like An Asshole When You’re Obviously Wrong
- Spelling – Even You Can Get It Right
- Understanding Your Financial Incompetence
- You – The Weaker Sex
- Reasons To Give Flowers
- How To Stay Awake After Sex
- Why It Is Unacceptable To Relieve Yourself Anywhere But The Washroom
- Garbage – Getting It To The Curb
- #101 – You Can Fall Asleep Without It – If You Try
#201 – The Morning Dilemma – I Don’t care If “It’s” Awake, I’m Not – Take A Shower
- I’ll Wear It If I Damn Well Please
- How To Put The Toilet Lid Down – Formerly Titled, “No, It’s Not A Bidet”
- The Weekend and Sports Are Not Synonymous
- Give Me A Break – Why We know Your Excuses Are Bullshit
- How To Go Shopping With Your Mate Without Getting Lost
- The Remote Control – Overcoming Your Dependency
- Romanticism – Other Ideas Besides Sex
- Helpful Postural Hints For Couch Potatoes
- Mothers-In-Law – They Are Human Too
- How Not To Act Younger Than Your Children
- You Too Can Be A Designated Driver
- Male Bonding – Leaving Your Friends At Home
- Honest, You Don’t Look Like Mel Gibson, Especially When Naked
- Changing Your Underwear – It Really Works
- The Attainable Goal – Eliminating %$#@ From Your Vocabulary
- Fluffing The Covers After Farting is Not Necessary
Please register immediately, as courses are in great demand – as if there were any doubt.
Once upon a time, long, long ago and far, far away in the South Seas, there was a small island, ruled over by a great king. Also on the island lived a native who was very jealous of the great king, and his power and wealth. This man wanted very much to be the king and have all the wealth and power. He wished and wished and wished that he could be king, to no avail.
The king was young and strong and healthy, and even if he were to be killed accidentally, there were other members of the king’s family who would take over as ruler. One day though, this young man had a thought. Even if he couldn’t be the king, he could at least have the king’s throne.
So, one night, when it was very dark, he managed to break into the palace and stole the throne. He carried it home to his little grass shack on the beach, and very carefully concealed the throne high up on the rafters, under the roof.
The next day, the king’s men came around to search for the throne, but failed to find it hidden in the roof, and went away to look elsewhere. The young man stood at the front door of his hut, and watched them disappear down the beach.
As they went out of sight, he shouted exultantly, “I’ve done it! I’ve done it!” He stepped back into the hut and slammed the front door. Unfortunately, the vibration of the slamming door dislodged the throne from its hiding place, and it fell down and landed right on his head, killing him instantly.
The moral of this tale is, “People who live in grass houses shouldn’t stow thrones.”