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taraljc.
HAHAHAHAHA.
My favorite part is the way the post is (retroactively!) covered in "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry WILL YOU WOMEN SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'M BEING PERSECUTED FOR MY PENIS OHGOD...Get your sweet ass in the kitchen and make my fucking dinner, bitch. Don't make me get the hose."
His deeply wounded tone and hints that "Hey, some of the women liked this! But they're SCARED TO TELL YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE MEAN" like that makes his post OKAY somehow in some magical world that I clearly don't understand because I'm overreacting, because I'm female?
Was there not one. single. dude. in the universe. who was at all bothered by this post?
(Seriously, I haven't checked the comments, so I have no idea.)
Oh, and chicks who ask? You're mouthbreathing scum. Because you have boobs and yet aren't wearing a green button. The affrontery; the nerve. You don't have any rights anyway! SUBMIT ALREADY.
I just don't even have to do anything with it; it's perfect as it is.
*As Inspector Gadget* Go, go Ferret shitstorm!
My sides. They hurt.
...I'm going back to sleep, now.
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HAHAHAHAHA.
My favorite part is the way the post is (retroactively!) covered in "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry WILL YOU WOMEN SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'M BEING PERSECUTED FOR MY PENIS OHGOD...Get your sweet ass in the kitchen and make my fucking dinner, bitch. Don't make me get the hose."
His deeply wounded tone and hints that "Hey, some of the women liked this! But they're SCARED TO TELL YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE MEAN" like that makes his post OKAY somehow in some magical world that I clearly don't understand because I'm overreacting, because I'm female?
Was there not one. single. dude. in the universe. who was at all bothered by this post?
(Seriously, I haven't checked the comments, so I have no idea.)
Oh, and chicks who ask? You're mouthbreathing scum. Because you have boobs and yet aren't wearing a green button. The affrontery; the nerve. You don't have any rights anyway! SUBMIT ALREADY.
I just don't even have to do anything with it; it's perfect as it is.
*As Inspector Gadget* Go, go Ferret shitstorm!
My sides. They hurt.
...I'm going back to sleep, now.