Yes, you saw it here first.
I have this game I play with expendable commodities. It has a serious enough basis – since I need to keep stocks and can’t just run to the store whenever, I need to know how long things last, right? So I write the date I opened a coffee can, or unwrapped a box of matches, or started a new paper roll right on the package and then when it’s expended I note how long it lasted. That way I learn useful things, like, I need two jars of strawberry jam for every jar of peanut butter, and at least two boxes of kitchen matches to get through a winter.
You’re wondering what this has to do with the fundamental difference between men and women? Patience, Grasshopper! The most valuable Eternal Verities are tucked away inside the most mundane details.
The great unanswerable mystery that is woman, for example, has not to do with ethereal matters at all, but simply, “What does she do with all that goddam toilet paper?”
Right? Right? C’mon, you know it’s true.
I sure hope you didn’t come here looking for the answer. Are you kidding? I’m still trying to figure out plumbing, there’s no way in hell I’ll live long enough to cope with women.
But I can at least illustrate one thing men can do, which women demonstrably can not. Ready? Behold! A phenomenon which can only a man living at least a mile from any human female could possibly display!