Men are from Mars...Women are from...

Who the hell knows? The more you try to understand them, the more confused you're gonna be. I've lived two older sisters and my mother for almost the duration of my life. I've been with my fiancee for 2 1/2 years. My mother had 9 sisters, all of whom I'm close with.

The only theory I can come up with is that women are NEVER satisfied. They ask for something, you give it to them and they're still upset. Saying some crap like: "I shouldn't have to ask you for it." How am supposed to know what you want unless you tell me?

Then, once you start giving them what they want, they start acting like it's not enough. A woman can get a good dude who is all about her, but she wants more. Then wonder why she's 40 years old and single.

Always trying to look for something better because you got your eyes on something or somebody else. Don't come at me talking about somebody else's relationship or telling me what somebody else's man is doing for her. We're not them and I'm not him. If that's what you want, then you need to go be with him, or them for that matter. Maybe you'll reap the benefits.

It's a whole lot of good dudes out here who are single because women have no clue of what they want. I'm not saying women should settle, but yall know when yall have something good and you blow it anyway.

I'm lactose intolerant and I still need gas

Man......The gas prices are out of control now-a-days. Man I know there's a recession, but c'mon man...this is ridiculous. I live in Upper Marlboro and the gas by my house is 2.03 for regular, I can only imagine how high the gas is in NY, Vegas, or Frisco.

When I was in High School, gas was $.95 and that was only 6 years ago. Man I doubt it will ever get back to that price again, but somebody needs to show pity on average consumer.

My next rant is on rich white people crossing the street in NW. Look here you Mt. Pleasant-Adams Morgan-Woodley Park-Cleveland Park-Georgetown-Tenleytown living mofos. Look, when I have the green light, I KNOW you have the red hand (The one that means DONT WALK), but you insist on walking anyway. You liberal, french poodle walking, volvo driving, cafe attending, think-you're-cultured, heal the world folks can be put on your ass by my car. I swear, I'm going to get out one day and beat one of you saltines with my club.

Anyway...I'll see you all next time.