Ya Bitchy? Ya Want Me To Make Ya A Sammich?

 It’s an oft repeated truism that the way to a man’s heart is through is stomach. I know I will bend over and grab my ankles in exchange for a proper submarine sammich it works on me. But! Will the same approach work on women?

I’ve seen similar situations handled with chocolate. When my wife sees the skid marks on the drapes or I chit my pants, and pointing at the dawg doesn’t work - I’ve averted certain domestic violence and justifiable homo-cide atonements and offerings of coffee with lots of cinnamon and foofaraws added.

Controversial new research suggests that the raging she-beast can be pacified with crappy food too.

The usual weasel words are in effect, men: use this info at your own risk and peril.