This reminds me of that time-worn proverb:
Give a woman a fish, and she’ll eat for a day.
Hold a cunt’s head underwater for a while, and she’ll learn to stop whining about being hungry.
This reminds me of that time-worn proverb:
Give a woman a fish, and she’ll eat for a day.
Hold a cunt’s head underwater for a while, and she’ll learn to stop whining about being hungry.
Well that— that’s just rude, young lady! I insist you apologize to my new friend, ah…
(I’m sorry, what was your name again…? Oh, of course, oops!)
…I insist you apologize to my friend Dumpster Harold immediately! I’m sure his diet of cheap liquor and old banana peels doesn’t give his jizz the best flavor in the world, and I’ll grant you that the scabs on his balls should really be seen by a medical professional, but the very least you can do is show him the courtesy of not vomiting it up right in front of him.… Read the rest “”
How like a man, to casually destroy a possession.
How like a woman, to know this and still yearn to be possessed.
Don’t write it where she can’t see it; she’s the one that needs reminding.
Look at yourself. Seriously, look.
You’re not even tied up, for fuck’s sake; I just handed you a baseball bat and you somehow got tangled on it. I can accept that you’re not bright, but, well… there’s a limit, y’know?… Read the rest “”
Poor little thing. That’s what happens when you hang around men who only have a conscience when you’re conscious.
Was ever woman in this humor woo’d?
Was ever woman in this humor won?
I’ll have her, but I will not keep her long.
That’s from my favorite scene in Richard III, which I love because it beautifully captures the gleeful satisfaction to be had from watching a woman betray herself for a man.… Read the rest “”
The applause her pussy needs is the applause it deserves; give her an ovation that stings as she sings.
Don’t try to give me your busywork, cunt. You want to die, do it on your own time.
Now, your dreams and self-esteem, on the other hand…? I will murder that shit for you, pro bono.
I like cuddling after sex.
She thinks I’ve caged her in my embrace because I’m caught up in the afterglow of our deviant coupling, but really, I’m just keeping her from going to the bathroom to pee.
One of the secrets of life is knowing that no matter how hard she cums, nothing will make a girl spend her week thinking about you more consistently than introducing her to Mr.… Read the rest “”