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| I'm definitely blogging naked today, for no reason in particular other than I got out of the shower and was too lazy to look for clean clothes.
The Lonely Island is definitely hilarious. And if you don't know who that is you can probably go kill yourself. But before you do that, click here or here.
Seriously, dick in a box? That's pure comedic genius. Seriously, if someone was like "Hey, I got you a present." and it was their dick in a box, I'd probably drop to my knees because I'd be so impressed someone had the balls to do it.
So, that brings me to what today's blog is about:
Men that are pussies
There once was a time where a man would protect a woman who was in distress. Yeah, I know this is because of the stupid feminists (those are synonymous words) who tried to be high and mighty and say I don't need a man's help anymore, I am woman hear me roar, or queef, whatever. Can't you women just go be lesbians already? Sam Ronson is single now, go hit it.
Some government facility must be injecting men with estrogen because seriously, they all want to sit around and talk about their feelings, hang out with their mothers, and cuddle.
Now I'm pretty abrasive, like sandpaper, but I enjoy a good cuddle every once in a while, but not everyday, for three hours a day, when I could be having good sex. It just doesn't make any sense to me how a man can be "not in the mood" for a week straight. Pull your tampon out and man up.
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| I hate Lady GaGa, let me give you an explanation of this.
Well, for one, she's an idiot. Her songs consist of lyrics like "I wanna take a ride on your disco stick". What the hell is a disco stick? I mean, I know it's supposed to mean cock, but honestly, if someone whipped it out and said, "Hey baby, does my disco stick turn you on?" I would probably laugh in their face, and then proceed to look for some disco balls before I made my classy exit of taking whatever cash in their wallet.
Two, she's hideous. She tries so hard to be some new sexy piece, but the Jew nose and fat ass aren't doing it for me. If I was desperate for head, I'd make her put a bag over her head, with holes in the correct place accordingly.
Three, her songs are catchy. Regardless of what a mindless twat she is, hearing her songs on the radio at least 7 times a day makes them stick.
Maybe if people stop playing her songs, she'll go away. Do teenage girls really need another role model to teach them how to give handies by the age of 12? I don't think so.
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