Why wait for heaven or hell when I can put you through both right here and now?
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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 “”
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.
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.
The ‘90s were a tough time for Cyndi Lauper.
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.
A splendid idea! You be the Princess, and I’ll be the Revolting Peasant who kicks down your bedroom door, drags you into the street, and makes you pay for all the wrongs in the world.
The applause her pussy needs is the applause it deserves; give her an ovation that stings as she sings.