A little tense. A little tense? Transforming into the Ravening Psycho Beast From Hell prone to screaming fits of rage over putting a knife in the fork drawer, that’s what you mean by “a little tense”. Hysterocracy? More like a cuntatorship.
You got a problem with that?!
Robin
No problems that can’t be resolved by putting women in their rightful position in the order of creation, O vowel-confused one. Stick to keeping the cave clean and tidy and the kids out from under the master’s feet, and we’ll get along well enough.
Why does every issue in a discussion between the sexes come down to the sanctity of and the troubles caused by the almighty uterus. So you’ve got a uterus and I don’t. This does not raise in me any trace of uterine envy. You don’t see me talking about testicular cancer all the time do you? Give it a rest, you mothers of the race. I’m tired of pretending to care about your PMS and your cramps. It’s your lot in life. Deal with it. I don’t care if you compete with men in the workplace. If youdo, please leave your uterus in all it’s ramifications at home.
Preach it, brother. It’s just that one of the defining characteristics of femaleness is an infinite capacity for bitching and whining about nothing.
I’d love to, but I can’t. It’s attached. Besides, it’s a man’s fault I got a uterus in the first place, instead of the almighty penis. 
Robin
…Oh yes, and blaming men for everything. That never gets old. :rolleyes:
Of course not. You can’t expect me to take responsibility for everything?
Robin
Have I not already said that I’m willing for you to take responsibility for nothing except keeping the cave clean and the kids from under my feet?
Keep your trap shut and your legs open and we’ll get along just fine, sweetie.
This is really, really, really fun.
Why don’t women have brains?
They don’t have a dick to keep them in.
It figures, doesn’t it?
Five of you are engaging in a fight, and I can’t get a word in edgewise…
Well, (expletive deleted) you all!
You can count to five? I didn’t think you had that many fingers and toes left. Or teeth.
I have a full set of teeth, and, unlike you, I don’t keep them in a glass of water on my bedroom dresser.
What, you use bourbon?
I get another do-over.
“You can’t fit a dresser in a cardboard box.”
Let me do-over my do-over.
“Of course you’re unlike me. To be me you’d be witty, charming, smart, and not defined by a cartoon politician.”
So many possibilities.
Cartoon?
Cartoon?
Cartoon?
Let be be known that there are not merely one, but two real-life Governor Quinns!
Damn echoes.
dudz u all r like soooooooo lame evry1 uv u!!!111!!! like u just go on wif ur pety problms n totally ignore teh plight of teh uth in 2dayz moraly twistd sosity where no1 realy carz abt each other nemore.
n fuk u all i aint readin ten pgs wurth of thread. u all suk.