Manflu is worse than childbirth.
It’s just that men don’t feel the need for special classes or to scream the house down.
Men are strong.
Men are all knowing.
Men get manflu.
Women are smelly and ugly – why else wear perfume and make-up – and don’t understand the pain we men suffer every time we get a cold.
An iceberg is 90% hidden below the surface, just like manflu…you women just don’t understand….
When men get manflu all they need to get better is
1.0 Pizza
2.0 Quavers/French Fries/Monster Munch (Pickled Onion, for the use of)
2.0 Beer in bottles
3.0 The remote and exclusive access to Sky Sports
4.0 You to look after me pookie.
Symptons of manflu include
1.0 An overwhelming desire to watch the darts world championship for 8 hours a day
2.0 A moment of clarity when you realise that yes….yes you can have two different world champions in darts….it’s like boxing but with Hawaiin shirts
3.0 A sore nose and hangover (optional)
4.0 Sore ears, probably from all the nagging from her indoors because I don’t want to go for a walk and no love, it won’t help trust me.
5.0 Watching Bridge Over the River Kwai like it’s the fist time you watched it and then spending 20 minutes hunting down more war films (when the darts isn’t on)
Childbirth involves
1.0 Sex
2.0 New clothes
3.0 An obsession with blue/pink paint and Winnie the Pooh
4.0 Pain killers
5.0 Being the centre of attention.
Manflu is worse….so bleurgh.