Dear Friends,
I am so sick of women. I hate them. I hate every hair on their overly-coiffed empty little heads. I hate their constant self-absorbtion, their cult of victimhood, their incessant chatter. I hate how they address every topic with their vagina thrust forward, "AS A WOMAN, I think..."
I hate their pregnancies. I hate their children. I hate the way they lure unsuspecting men into a lifetime of drudgery, legalized slavery called marriage. I hate waiting, waiting, waiting, WAITING for them! I hate their periods and cramps and fluids and moods and neverending complaints!
I HATE WOMEN!
I wish God would strike them all dead this very moment, blow up their heads like the pus-filled zits they are. I would leap and dance for joy, and sing "Huzzo, huzzay!" We'd burn all the corpses in the center square, and finally have some PEACE AND QUIET!
Are you a woman? If so, do us a favor, lamb, and:
SHUT UP!
Yours in Him,
BAB
I am so sick of women. I hate them. I hate every hair on their overly-coiffed empty little heads. I hate their constant self-absorbtion, their cult of victimhood, their incessant chatter. I hate how they address every topic with their vagina thrust forward, "AS A WOMAN, I think..."
I hate their pregnancies. I hate their children. I hate the way they lure unsuspecting men into a lifetime of drudgery, legalized slavery called marriage. I hate waiting, waiting, waiting, WAITING for them! I hate their periods and cramps and fluids and moods and neverending complaints!
I HATE WOMEN!
I wish God would strike them all dead this very moment, blow up their heads like the pus-filled zits they are. I would leap and dance for joy, and sing "Huzzo, huzzay!" We'd burn all the corpses in the center square, and finally have some PEACE AND QUIET!
Are you a woman? If so, do us a favor, lamb, and:
SHUT UP!
Yours in Him,
BAB





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