A male chauvinist pig isn't born, he's made, and more and more of them are being made by women.
A male chauvinist pig isn't born, he's made, and more and more of them are being made by women.
For sure, they don't teach you this in history class, but in colonial times, the person who got left in the stocks overnight was nothing less than fair game for everybody to nail. Men or women, anybody bent over had no way of knowing who was doing the ram job, and this was the real reason you never wanted to end up here unless you had a family member or a friend who'd stand with you the whole time. To protect you. To watch your ass, for real.
The skin along the parts in her hair, the skin above and behind the doctor's ears, is as clear and white as the skin inside her other tan lines must look. If women knew how their ears come across, the firm fleshy edge, the little dark hood at the top, all the smooth contours coiled and channeling you to the tight darkness inside, well, more women would wear their hair down.
What you see at fight club is a generation of men raised by women.
We went sailing one time, and he wore a Speedo, and any smart woman should know that means bisexual at least.
It's funny how you never think about the women you've had. It's always the ones who get away that you can't forget.
Every woman is just a different kind of problem.
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