Me on Men:"Men...suck. If I didn't have the urge to put more shit about them here, that's all that would be there right now. But, I have the urge. So, here it goes. Their slobs, they sit around the house all day, and make a big deal over stupid things. You meet them, you go out, he dumps you for a whore. Or he goes gay. Or, worst case scenerio, he moves to Franklin and becomes a smoking juggalo pot-head. Then, he comes back from Franklin to visit you. You sit with him at Honey Farms, and he rambles on about his girlfriend. Then, you go to your friend Tiff's house, and he tackles you on a trampoline, is straddled on your stomach and has your arms pinned to the trampoline. He tried to talk you out of breaking up with your boyfriend, and tries to convince you to go out with him. You say no, and he has a spazem attack. He starts yelling shit like 'Why won't you go out with me?' and 'Why won't you come back to me?'. Then you realize you made a big mistake with going out with him in the first place. He grabs your ass, your boobs, and you would probably turn around and punch him in the face if he wasn't 100000 times bigger then you. Then you decide that men suck."
THE END
Words of Advice for Young People
And a booming voice declared: In the summer time when the weather is hot, the French may do a little dance...and men will suck beyond belief.
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