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The End of Men Cheating on Their Wives?

12/7/2012

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In the movie "My Fair Lady" the late British actor Stanley Holloway sings the song about taking the easy way out, "With a Little Bit of Luck," in his signature Cockney accent.

One of the most memorable lines from the song can be heard in the above video at 4:39 minutes where he sings:

Oh, it's a crime for man to go philandering.
And fill his wife's poor heart with grief and doubt.
Oh, it's a crime for man to go philandering - but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck,
You can see the bloodhound don't find out!


Throughout the ages many men, to the dismay of their wives, have furtively escaped the domestic realm seeking the thrill of "the other woman" and hoping for that "little bit of luck." Neither the threats of social humiliation, financial ruin, or the fires of hell have prevented the likes of David Petraeus, Tiger Woods, John Edwards, Bill Clinton and countless other less famous characters from heeding the call of testosterone. Exasperated women over the centuries have wondered whether something can actually be done about these Lotharios. Well ladies, your wait may soon be over. Science may have the answer to your quandary!

In recent study published on the Journal of Neuroscience the researchers examined the effect of the hormone oxytocin in modulating social distance between men and women. This hormone along with other related substances has been found to participate in the regulation of the pair bond between males and females in several monogamous species of mammals. In their study the investigators took 2 groups of men, single and married, and tested the effects of an intranasal spray of oxytocin on how close they would stand to an attractive woman. They found that married men when sprayed with the hormone would stand further away from the woman, whereas the hormone had no effect on single men. The researchers also found that married men sprayed with the hormone approached pictures of attractive women more slowly.

Of course this research is in its early stages, but it is possible that in the future several lines of sprays enhanced with the right hormones may be available to wives so they can prevent their would-be Casanova husbands from running away after the nearest skirt. What do you say ladies? If this product existed and your better half displayed a tendency to fancy himself Don Juan, would you spray him? Leave a comment and let us know!
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The Fab Four singing "Paperback Writer"

2/4/2012

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R.I.P. John and George, Beatles Forever!

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Sugar Plum Fairy on the Glass Harp!

12/23/2011

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The music from the Nutcracker holds a special place in my heart. The performance of the Sugar Plum Fairy here using the glass harp makes it sound even more magical; enjoy!
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Who needs friends in high places when you have these!

10/4/2011

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I sat beside a man from Hollywood, California on a plane. He said he had rich and famous friends, he liked droppin’ names. I said ‘Howdy do, that’s good for you, I dig a lot of those actors, but son you ain’t got a thing on me, see I got friends with tractors.

(CHORUS) They’ll grow your groceries, haul a load, pull you out then fix the road, they’re good at slowin’ speeders down when they pass through from out of town. I live out in the country happily ever after, I got everything I need ‘cause I got friends with tractors.


Come Friday night we hit the woods go boggin’ in our trucks. It’s just about a guarantee some good ol’ boy gets stuck. Where I come from you can bet your buck a mud hole ain’t a factor, I’ll sink mine to the floorboards ‘cause I got friends with tractors.


(CHORUS) Yee haw!


I been to fancy five star restaurants and I left there barely fed. They charged me for the water, the butter and the bread.
 That gourmet meal looked more to me like fish bait on a cracker. But I’ll stay fat and happy ‘cause I got friends with tractors.

(CHORUS) Yee haw!

Yeah, man, talkin’ ‘bout internationals, and John Deeres, Massey-Fergusons, whatever you got. We don’t discriminate. Front end loaders, bushalls, post hole diggers. Need ‘em, gotta have ‘em. I believe I do know one actor. Is Larry The Cable Guy an actor? Oh well, he’s got a tractor…


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When Angels Sing

8/5/2011

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If you were ever to hear angels sing, they would sound like this little girl!
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Hitler Singing Moving on Up

7/13/2011

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It is only fitting that this racist lunatic and his followers that brought so much misery upon this world end up lampooned in this way. "Moving on Up" was the theme song of The Jeffersons, which was the longest running sitcom in the US (1975-1985) with a predominantly African-American cast.
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Judy Garland Singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow

6/27/2011

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A uniquely American fairy tale.

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The Writer, sung by Ellie Goulding

6/18/2011

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You wait for a silence, I wait for a word, lying next to your frame, girl unobserved.
You change your position, you're changing me, casting these shadows, where they shouldn't be.

We're interrupted, by the heat of the sun, trying to prevent, what's already begun.
You're just a body, I can smell your skin, and when I feel it, you're wearing thin.

But I've got a plan.
 Why don't you be the artist, and make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer, decide the words I say?
Cause I'd rather pretend I'll still be there at the end.
Only it's too hard to ask, won't you try to help me?

Sat on your sofa, it's all broken springs, this isn't the place for, those violin strings.
I try out a smile, and I aim it at you, you must have missed it, you always do.

But I've got a plan. Why don't you be the artist, and make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer, decide the words I say?
Cause I'd rather pretend I'll still be there at the end.
Only it's too hard to ask, won't you try to help me?

You wait, I wait, casting shadows, interrupted.

Why don't you be the artist, and make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer, decide the words I say?
Cause I'd rather pretend I'll still be there at the end.
Only it's too hard to ask, won't you try to help me?
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