Venus and Mars are funny

This deserves lots of LOL’s =)

WHY MEN ARE SUPERIOR:
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can leave the motel bed unmade.
You can kill your own food.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite you to something, he or she can still be your friend.
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.
You can quietly enjoy a car ride from the passenger seat.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
You can quietly watch a game with your buddy for hours without ever thinking: “He must be mad at me.”
You can drop by to see a friend without having to bring a little gift.
If another guy shows up at the party in the same outfit, you just might become lifelong friends.
You are not expected to know the names of more than five colors.
You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on bolt.
You almost never have strap problems in public.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You don’t have to shave below your neck.
One wallet and one pair of shoes, one color, all seasons.
You can do your nails with a pocketknife.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
Christmas shopping can be accomplished for 25 relatives, December 24th, in 45 minutes.
The world is your urinal.

WHY WOMEN ARE SUPERIOR:
We got off the Titanic first.
We can scare male bosses with mysterious gynecological disorder excuses.
When we buy a vibrator it is glamorous. When men buy a blow up doll it’s pathetic.
Men’s clothes make women look elfin and gorgeous. Men look like complete idiots in women’s clothes.
We can be groupies. Male groupies are stalkers.
We’ve never lusted after a cartoon character or the central figure in a computer game.
Taxi’s stop for us.
We don’t look like a frog in a blender when dancing.
We know the Truth about whether or not size matters.
No fashion faux pas we make could ever rival the male’s Speedo.
We don’t have to fart to amuse ourselves.
We never have to wonder if his orgasm was real.
We can congratulate our teammate without ever grabbing her ass.
If we have a zit, we know how to conceal it.
We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there.
We don’t have to memorize Caddyshack or Fletch to fit in.
Gay waiters don’t make us uncomfortable.
We’ll never regret piercing our ears.