A Happy New Year to all fellow bachelors
2007 will be another year of not having to watch our bank accounts being emptied out by a dumb shopaholic twit we’re legally obliged to support, of not having to be home from the pub at 10 in case the missus gets all cross, of not having to worry that we’ll be declared no longer required by a wife and thrown out of homes and ordered by a divorce court to support an ex-wife who hates us and children we can’t see, and of not havingto go for that promotion for that stressful high-responsibility position just because we’re being nagged at endlessly because “she” needs a bigger house.
No, for us bachelors, 2007 will be another year of…well, of doing whatever us bachelors want to do:
Video games, fishing, trips abroad, playing ZX Spectrum emulators, learning to fly a plane, shagging escort girls, mastering chess, learning how to cook the perfect omelette, hunting for comets, avoiding shopping malls, finally getting round to reading that Complete Works of Shakespeare we bought in a second-hand bookstore six-years ago but haven’t ever even opened, going to the local boating lake and hurling drunken insults at geese, getting chased all the way home by angry geese, downloading BitTorrents of Airwolf episodes, blogging, and generally having a merry old bachelorhood, whilst conveniently also withdrawing both financial and emotional support from the Matriarchy.
Being male and single is great. Far better, generally speaking, than being a married man. Feminism has ensured this.
From Eternalbachelor.blogspot.com January 2007
QUOTES FROM ZSA ZSA GABOR
I have never hated a man enough to give his diamonds back.
I am a marvelous housekeeper. Every time I leave a man I keep his house.
I want a man who’s kind and understanding. Is that too much to ask of a millionaire?
I always said marriage should be fifty-fifty proposition. He should be at least fifty years old, and have at least fifty-million dollars.