Hi 

So I was thinking about different ways to say hello. This is what I could come up with:

1. Just say 'hello'
2. ay mate
3. whats cracking?
4. how you doing?
5. I'am batman

The question is would you greet Donald Trump with one of these greetings?  I would greet him by wearing a shirt like this:

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Five ways how to survive: the mother-in-law

1. Always remember she is jeoulous of you. Why wouldnt she be you took her lovely child away for yourself.
2. Do not live within a 1000km radius, or else it may be necesery to get a bigger house. Who knows what she might bring with during her frequent visits.
3. Call “the mother-in-law catchers” if youre mother in law is single. In that way there might be a chance for her to fall inlove. But be prepaired for a broken heart afterwards...  “the mother-in-law catchers” should only be called during emergencies.
4. If youre mother-in-law is already at youre house, empty everything, from the refrigirator to the bedroom cubourds. This may give her something to do for a while
5. Tel your wife “I love you” atleast 100 times a day, that will make her (the mother-in-law) feel akward. 

 

  

Camping essentials

Recently Deonè [my wife] and I, were both in desperate need of a vacation, I was thinking something romantic. But we both had different ideas of a vacation, my wife wanted to go to her parents... not exactly my idea of a romantic getaway. Using all my charisma, with some flowers,  I managed to sway   Deonè from her idea of going to the dreaded parents- in- law, instead we went camping. For those of you thinking camping is more effort than anything else, you don’t know  my mother- in- law...  It is not that I don’t like her, to the contrary I love her, the problem is saying “no” to her. I always thought of myself as charming,  meeting her I was introduced to whole new level of charm. Nevertheless this post is about our camping experience, not about my mother in law.

Deonè and I are both dreamers, to such an extent, when it came to packing, we remembered everything, except for our toiletries and food. Obviously I was bummed  for a minute or two,  as those steaks looked amazing. Nevertheless I did brought my fishing rod, wood and matches.  When camping near the coast those are the essentials, or so I thought.  While planning my fishing strategies, Deonè got into what seemed like a ‘flat spin’.  She panicked ...“How am I going to wash my hair” ...“my makeup” ... “oh no, what about...”  Luckily it wasn’t hard to calm her down,  as we were the only ones there. Once everything was set, the fishing rod, the tent, and our fire, we had a wonderful first night. Unfortunately the following day we went back home.

While thinking about our lovely night together, Deonè passed the phone to me, guess who was it... wait for it... It was my mother- in- law (sigh), asking me, "when are you going to visit us?"   So here I am, in Deonè’s old bedroom, thinking by myself, “why did we forget those stupid  toiletries.”

For all those men thinking about taking your wife on a camping trip, REMEMBER THOSE TOILETRIES.