#1 2010-06-14 20:11:25
Click the picture for a treasure trove of misogynist hilarity!
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#2 2010-06-14 21:10:10
Kinda a legit point there...
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#3 2010-06-14 21:28:17
Holy Shit that is sad.
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#4 2010-06-14 21:39:08
Holy shit, my ex wife!
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#5 2010-06-14 22:18:57
fnord wrote:
https://cruelery.com/uploads/13_this_du … _women.jpg
Click the picture for a treasure trove of misogynist hilarity!
One of you non-breeders just needs to do the world a favor and go fuck him; the only thing worse than gay-bombers is closet freaks.
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#6 2010-06-14 22:26:50
Emmeran wrote:
fnord wrote:
https://cruelery.com/uploads/13_this_du … _women.jpg
Click the picture for a treasure trove of misogynist hilarity!
One of you non-breeders just needs to do the world a favor and go fuck him; the only thing worse than gay-bombers is closet freaks.
I've said before that heterosexual behavior makes a lot more sense once you realize that many heterosexuals actually hate members of the opposite sex.
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#7 2010-06-15 07:08:29
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#8 2010-06-15 07:16:30
Wow, this is intense. I'm thinking, "it doesn't matter how many fucked up bitches there are out there, he only needs one woman who is right for him".
Fuck, what a bitter, twisted, freak.
Maybe he belongs on high street.
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#9 2010-06-15 22:13:15
IveBeenHurtInLife wrote:
Maybe he belongs on high street.
Much as I'd love to play with him, he's not bright enough.
Well, I'm off to strip my husband's hide from his bones in divorce court and laugh in his face about it--right after my weekly pedicure/abortion combo! Toodles!
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#10 2010-06-15 22:32:21
Thick as a brick.
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#11 2010-06-16 01:19:33
Dmtdust wrote:
Thick as a brick.
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
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