Someone has a quote on there profile that says something about the battle of the sexes never being won or something, well that statement got me thinking last night, it started out as a joke
Part 1
An older guy and a young man sat at a bar drinking there drinks and discussing far ranging subjects that men do when they have had a few
The younger man lifted his whisky to his lips and “stated you know there will never be a victory in the battle of the sexes,”
The older man stopped drinking his aged face turned to the young guy with a look of complete disgust; he then shook his head and turns back to his drink
The young guys looking confused say “you have admit this battle can’t be won men and women to stubborn”
Again the older guy looks at the young man shaking his head again he gets up and walks to the door just as he gets to the door the older guy stops again turns to the younger man and says “we lost” and leaves
The younger guy turns back to his drink and says “wonders what he meant”
The bartend looks over to the young guy and say “you should have read the small print on your wedding licence”

As always happens when you try to Wright something the idea progressed and became more then an over developed joke
Part 2
He was born to the screaming world, he was born not to an idealistic world but to one filled with war, the battle had raged for as long as man had stood and would continue till man breathed his last. this conflict, in this battle was just a small skirmish just two opponents on a battlefield one wielded the mightiest saucepan you could just see threw the brown greying substance that stuck to its surface the little red spot in the canter proclaiming it value and strength and he was unarmed having not been aware that this battle would take place he had not prepared, as he opened the door his opponent lunged forward the disturb air pulling at his clothes as he stepped into the hall, a banshee scream erupted from his opponent as the door slammed shut behind him reverberation in its frame, he dashed forward hoping to take his opponent by surprise but was blocked a counter attack a backhanded swing aimed at his head forced him to throw himself to the left driving his left knee into the telephone table causing him to stumble hitting the wooden slates in his fall, he scrambled over the front room floor dodging and weaving as he went eyes scanning trying to find a weapon, he new that without protection this battle would end here, he was not ready to surrender he was unwilling to give up! quickly his eyes took in his surroundings to his left there was the television to his right his arm chair, he faked to the left narrowly being miss by the saucepan that was coming down, just a few more inches and he would be at the chair suddenly the world exploded as his opponent finally made contact, somehow from some place deep inside he found the strength to staggering those last few inches as his finger fumbled down the side of chair the ringing in his ears trying to distract him from his hunt, from the corner of his eyes he could see his opponent readying for another swing his finger closed on a cold sold shape, his raging breath catching as he realised he had found it, automatically grasping the remote control, his rebelling fingers searching for safety in its mightiest and all powerful button, as his ears register the banshee scream again he realised he was out of time carefully he pressed hard down on the volume button, as the world around him faded his last thought were next time he would call if he’s going to be late

Well I printed the first part of this off and gave it my brother to read. he tried very hard to tell me it was crap with using the word crap said thing like you are more a story tell with the odd on liner is it and things to that extent well we have very different senses of humour he laughs at people in pain I cringe so basically I hope you like