Animal Farm
Zoos have been around for as long as animals. That is a long fucking time. And in this time, men have enjoyed zoos to the fullest. We have taken leisurely strolls around them. Some of us have been fortunate enough to drink several beers in them while in London, because that’s the kind of thing you can do in London. London is a very manly place as it turns out.
The theme of the week is leisure activities. It is relaxing the mind and the body, which is something that men can do without blowing a half week of their love partner’s salary at some hoighty toighty fucking day spa run by a bunch of women who hate the fuck out of their clients.
That’s a great way to run a business by the way. Hate the fuck out of your clients. Nice one ladies.
Recently I was at the zoo, enjoying several things, including the generally poor quality of air that permeated the vicinity; for it allowed me to perpetrate specific nefarious acts in near obscurity. You men know what I’m talking about.
While I was at the zoo I had the misfortune of getting stuck in a group of elementary schoolgirls while I was looking at the penguins. Do you want to know what I heard?
“I want one of those!”
“Why can’t I have one of those!”
“Where can I get one of those!”
Jesus. The zoo is not fucking Pokemon, girls. Seeing such blatantly female traits of greed and Rape-lust Avarice showing so clearly in girls as young as ten and eleven made me sick to my churro; so I threw pieces of my pretzel at them in appeasement and went to the snake house.
As divine providence would have it, while there I encountered the counterpart to the group of gaggling gag-a-ninnies — and that was the group of young schoolmen out on their field trip. Possibly from the same school I don’t really know and don’t give any kind of shit.
“Why do snakes stick their tongues out like that?”
I heard. It was a good question.
“Why don’t snakes blink?”
“If a snake ate its tail, would it disappear?”
I had to sit down for a moment because the weight of what I was seeing and hearing was sinking in like a tonne of bricks. All on their own, these young men were learning. They were analyzing data and facts and putting them together into new ideas. Like garbage disposals except the opposite way — the way that makes sense with what I’m talking about.
The little girls, however, were proving themselves to be just as completely worthless as their mothers — which is completely. Their mothers incidentally spend the entire time talking about how much they wished there were Low-Carb churros at the zoo. Yea. That’s how the hippos stay so trim. Fucking Low-Carb churros by the bucketful.
We men worry sometimes that the fate of our mighty man-society is in peril. That one day equality will dash our civilization to pieces like a great tidal wave of horseshit and absurd expectations for our weaker and not-as-good-as-us-at-anything female counterparts. That, my men friends, is feminism hype and Cock Bock Bullshit. If the face of the Earth was wiped clean tomorrow and the children had to pick up from scratch we’d be right back on track. Actually we’d probably be better off because little girls haven’t learned about feminism at the age of ten and eleven, so the whole (bowel) movement would be set back by fifty years. That amounts to pretty much pissing distance.
On a personal note, I scored myself 64 ounces of Man Points by sneaking a four pack of Boddingtons into the zoo in my pants. I don’t want to give my secret smuggling tricks away here on the internet, because beer poachers may be watching, but here’s a tip for you crafty men.
If someone gets caught with two Coronas up his sleeves, what are the odds that he’s got a four pack of Boddingtons in his pants?
Think about it.
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I live just north of london and travel there on regular place, lots of women there but it is definatly a manly place. Just look at the architecture and design of the place. Something only a man could have come up with.
Fuck these spammers.
-Strength and Honor-
Let them feed on themselves. See if noochie can sustain life.
Why even bother to feed them?
The world would probably be better off without them.
I’d like to make have my own zoo Dick. But I would fill it up with feminists and male bashers like Oprah Winfrey and Roseanne Barr instead of lemurs, orangutans, bears, etc…
What would you want to feed them ? It doesn’t really matter I suppose, because those sort of women are always eating. Day old bread would probably suit them fine. Or even some sort of D-con cupcake treats :) LOL !
http://www.menarebetterthanwomen.com/men-and-women-at-the-zoo/#comment -1827
alen, I said men were a seperate race from women where?
Guess you didn’t after all, W-Hortencia… oh the … hmmm… what’s another word for irony…
Oh dear.
“Hmmm.. sarcasm… never heard of it…
lessee…. Nope, I’ll have to look it up I guess…”
We have a phrase for that in England, “piss poor”
I’ll assume you’re talking to me….
Hmmm.. sarcasm… never heard of it…
lessee…. Nope, I’ll have to look it up I guess…
http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=sarcasm
Hmmm says here: “irony is wasted on the stupid”
Seems appropriate enough to me… I’m surprised you understood that.
Tell that to Dick. Have you never heard of playing up to sarcasm? I understand sarcasm perfectly well, what reaction did you want? Me pissing my panties, maybe some tears?
Nicole,
Men are not a separate race than women…
Ooo Dicks getting testy.
I’ve already agreed have I. I’d remind you to read a couple of my comments so you could see that wasn’t the case. But I’d rather you’d just shut the fuck up instead.
This is not a proof site Nicole. By reading and participating on the site, you tacitly agree that men are better than women in all ways. This site is about exploring those ways.
I would tell you to go read the About page for more info, but I’d prefer that you just went ahead and fucked off instead.
-Dick
Jimbo, the point of this website is to prove men are better than women, if I can grasp that surely you can. Saying that you enjoyed hurting people as a child does not prove the superiority of your race, merely your own sickness.
P.S. Dick has run out of stupid opinions to “prove men are better” so he has begun commenting on his favourite childhood places to go. I liked the zoo as a child too Dick, your point is….
Shush sweetheart, the men are talking. Go gossip with your friends.
more evidence that there is an increasing need for women to be fucking educated (As I’ve proposed before, we may actually need to start formally schooling them) on sarcasm- its uses, purposes, meanings… until then, they are hopeless.
And a woman’s grasp of sarcasm fails her again.
-Dick
Well done Dick, for once you got something right! I am a “bright shining star of brilliance”! I don’t have Birkenstocks, whatever they are. I do have some rainbow stiletto boots though. I went to the zoo a few weeks ago, it didn’t seem very “manly” to me.
Hortencia, were any of your schoolmates non-retarded? From your post I get an image of the school in “Oliver Twist”.
Dick, of course you’re right. When a woman says you’re wrong you’re usually right.
Yes, you went to an abysmal school and were surrounded by insufferable fools. You were the bright shining star of brilliance among them all, weren’t you Horty. Waiting for your fantasy lover in her lumberjack boots to come sweep you off your Birkenstocks. How tragically predictable.
Men are also better than women at not being delusional martyrs.
What does plenty of women living in London have to do with anything? Plenty of women live everywhere, and they never make a bit of difference. But back to the point. Men. The Zoo. Am I right here?
-Dick
London is in no way a manly place. Plenty of women live in London, and there are lots of shops and cliched female things such as beauty parlours and hair salons. My memories of school trips to London zoo consist of boys throwing stuff around and only ever being interested in the reptiles and insects. Most of the girls were pretty dim too but they seemed more interested in the birds, but I went to an abysmal school.
“The little girls, however, were proving themselves to be just as completely worthless as their mothers — which is completely.”
That, my friends, is genius.
An excellent post. It reminds me much of my own youth. I had a sister, a year older than I, who played dolls and girlie stuff with her friends. My friends and I pursued other, more intellectual, interests since we were boys. We greased Mr. Rainey’s tractor seat to witness the forces of gravity as he plowed, sliding about like a pat of butter in a hot skillet. We put potassium hydroxide in Mr. Tufts hemmorhoidal ointment, eager to listen to his screams and to estimate their decibel level. We made matchhead bombs, too. The last enterprise ended when Tim Hawkins blew his hand off. But, even with this, we learned much about science and the amount of pressure a standard mailbox could withstand. And I ventured into medicine by often taking Janette Broome’s vital signs. All the while, my sister and the neighborhood girls giggled, played with their dolls, and learned how to put on makeup.