We all know that this is spot on!!!

Recently a "Husband Shopping Centre" opened in Dallas, where women could
go to choose a husband from among many men. It was laid out in five floors,
with the men increasing in positive attributes as you ascended.

The only rule was, once you opened the door to any floor, you HAD to
choose a man from that floor; If you went up a floor, you couldn't go back
down
except to leave the place, never to return. A couple of girlfriends went
to the shopping centre to find some husbands...

First floor
The door had a sign saying, "These men have jobs and love kids. "The
women read the sign and said, "Well, that's better than not having a job, or
not loving kids, but I wonder what's further up?" So up they went.

Second floor
The sign read, "These men have high paying jobs, love kids, and are
extremely good looking." Hmmm, said the ladies. But, I wonder what's
further up?

Third floor
This sign read, "These men have high paying jobs, are extremely good
looking, love kids and help with the housework." Wow! Said the women.
Very tempting, BUT, there's more further up! And up they went.

Fourth floor
This door had a sign saying "These men have high paying jobs, love kids,
are extremely good looking, help with the housework, and have a strong
romantic streak." Oh, mercy me. But just think! What must be awaiting
us further on! So up to the fifth floor they went.

Fifth floor
The sign on that door said, "This floor is empty and exists only to
prove that women are f*cking impossible to please."

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A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four young
mothers and their small children.
"You all have obsessions," he observed.
To the first mother, he said, "You are obsessed with eating. You've even
named your daughter Candy."
He turned to the second Mom. "Your obsession is money. It manifests
itself
in your child's name, Penny."
He turned to the third Mom. "Your obsession is alcohol. Again, it
manifests
itself in your child's name, Brandy."
At this point, the fourth mother got up, took her little boy by the hand
and whispered, "Come on, Dick, let's go.

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