Finally a place for men to tell it like it really is. Assuming you still have the balls God gave you.
You know you think it. You know you wanna say it. Hell, you wanna scream it from the top of the moutaintop.
So here’s the place for you. Membership is easy. I’ll give you a look:
** No, that dress doesn’t make you look fat. **
Its the 10 boxes of friggin’ Snackwells you eat a day. I don’t expect you to be a rail, but, hell woman, what do you expect? I don’t care if you eat air, if you eat enough of it you will get fat. Now, give me my Oreo’s and get off my back!!!
I understand
Actually, I don’t. And just so you know I really don’t care. The most I can say is that I pretend to care and after listening to you rattle on for an hour about how “that bitch temp moved those files just to spite you” I deserve some fucking credit.
You don’t love me!!
Of course, I do. For now.
You’re thinking with your dick!
Yes, I am. The difference is I DON’T CARE !!!
So here it is guys. Membership is easy. Just let it out. There is no shame in declaring or reclaiming your manhood.
Actually, I make it quite clear to all close female friends of mine that if they EVER ask me “Does this make me look fat?”, I’ll AlWAYS say “Yes” no matter if it’s true or not.
Why don’t you just tell 'em you like their new hairdoo while you’re at it? Kill two birds with one stone. Doesn’t mean you have “two stones” though, does it?
Okay, since this is the pit, you really didn’t expect to come up with something like this without a fight on your hands.
But you’re wrong, dead wrong.
Sure, they can be difficult to put up with sometimes. So can gerbils. So can jalapena peppers and mean eat those all the time without complaint. So, just suck it up and live with it.
Because I love women. I love the way they smell and I love the way they feel and I love the way they are. I love the way their bodies are different from men’s. I love talking to them and seeing points of view that had never occurred to me. I love making love to them (which doesn’t happen too often nowadays, but if it did, I’m sure I’d enjoy it. ) I love their voices. I love their softness and their hardness and I love the way they complete me as a man.
Any man who isn’t expressly gay and can’t express how much they love women doesn’t have the balls to be a real man.
They’ll work out how to put girl-smell in aerosol cans soon enough and most men already know how to cook/microwave a decent meal, but who the hell is gonna do our laundry after the revolution?
I’m afraid I’m going to stay out of the trenches untill we have a clear advantage, some of us have too much to lose!
— G. Raven
p.s. I’ll try to funnel some weapons and supplies to you guys through the enemy lines instead, under the alias “Black Raven” of course
Won’t someone pleeeease start a serious dating relationship with Euty. He’s respected as one of the nicest fellas on the boards, so come on ladies, how about it? What’s it going to take, a “Find a Mate for Euty” thread?
However, there is one thing that women do that drives me bonkers.
He: “What’s wrong?”
She: “Nothing…”
He: “C’mon, What’s the matter?”
She: “Well, If you don’t know…”
Look God dammit, if I was a fucking mind reader, I would be headlining in Las Vagas. If I had a clue what was wrong I would be apologiseing or trying to fix the damn problem. I hate this shit and have had it happen at least once in over half of my relationships.
There is a difference between communicating frustration with the obnoxious tendencies of the fairer sex and declaring them “the enemy”. You are, of course, free to feel that espousing the unique brand of vitriol our little JimmyCarroll has is brave and laudable.
However, I think you are smarter than that. I prefer to believe your previous post was made in a fit of anger at having been asked about a fabric swatch or china pattern.
JamesCarroll, if you actually had any balls, you would break up with this woman who pisses you off so much. Not all women are neurotic, insecure messes. It’s easy to just throw up your hands and dismiss the entire gender as pathetic and incomprehensible, but it’s also pretty sad.
Of course, when you have the charm of a used urinal cake, I understand that you have to take what you can get…
Of course I would not truly embrace the vitriolic hating of women. I rather much like them. I still, however, think that they piss men off from time to time.
) I love their voices. I love their softness and their hardness and I love the way they complete me as a man.
