The L Word
Love is a silly thing and also a major loss of Man Points to discuss. I, however, am going to have to shed those Man Points today as I drop the L-bomb.
Don’t worry about my Man Points though. I gained several thousand this week by drinking a beer into which some careless, anorexic, fatass shrew had discarded a cigarette.
Then I slipped her a free MenAreBetterThanWomen.com card and my Man Points lit up like a slot machine.
Christmas is getting closer, and that means expensive gifts are being purchased all across the land. That also means that a million women are about to fall in love; a love of jewelry and bath products and other lame bullshit upon which women base their lives and also credit for the foundations of a good relationship. Merry fucking Christmas.
Women are lousy at being at in love.
To a man, being in love is a lot like getting a promotion. Sure it’s exciting and it has the potential to improve your quality of life, but it requires at all times that we men behave with discretion and self respect. For example, you don’t see a man running out of his boss’ office and spiking a stapler or striping his shirt off, do you? No of course not. That would be completely classless. Perhaps buying a round of drinks or two for his friends. Now that would be a perfectly reasonable reaction.
Men look at love in exactly the same way. Something has happened which is good for the moment — in the present context, and now I will have to adopt my lifestyle in some way. Maybe it will work, maybe it won’t; we’ll have to wait and roll with the punches. Surprise, surprise, women are exactly the opposite.
To a woman, being in love is a license to behave like a fucking lunatic. Firstly, women do not love other people — men, women, children, it’s all the same. Women love only things and it’s obviously true because they obsess like fuck about their precious trinkets every chance they get. That’s what women call love. It’s a self-love that’s also called avarice and greed, and because they don’t actually feel anything like the love that men feel, women behave like crazy people to fill in the gaps.
Women in love are like the mad inventor who never had the time to start a family of his own. He was probably too busy inventing time machines and T-shirt cannons and helicopters that ran on sunflower seeds. To compensate the scientist naturally builds weird robot replicas of families or other such things. Like Edward Scissorhands, that’s a good example. The guy didn’t have hands, so what did he use instead? Scissors. That’s the manner of shit women perpetrate when they want to be in love or think they should be. They just pull a bunch of emotions out of their ass and mix it up in a big gumbo of delusion.
“My boyfriend’s sixty pounds overweight but boy does he have a perfect ass!”
Yea, that makes about sixty pounds of sense.
Talk to a woman about love and she’ll go on for hours with all kinds of similar nonsense sayings and bullshit aphorisms. Women are like fucking car salesmen with the shit — all selling themselves the same used junk. Take my word for it if you want to do the manly thing and not ruin your evening by listening to a bunch of whining. The point is that women spend most of their time thinking about being in love. They think about it so fucking much that by the time it comes around for the first or fiftieth time, they’ve trained themselves to react like cult members or kung fu masters. Every signal and reaction is automatic, and from the barroom to the bedroom they’re on autopilot; just soaking in the adulation and shelling out the storybook shill.
Women debase themselves regularly for love. The love of not being wrong and not having to admit the fantasy upon which they’ve built their self-worth just isn’t going to work because it’s impossible and stupid.
The first step to being in love is growing the fuck up.
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What peace and tranquility a man can enjoy without an annoying woman round.
Let a woman in your life…..
And your sabatical is through.
She’ll redecorate your home,
from the cellar to the dome,
then go on to the enthralling fun of over-hauling YOU.
Let a woman in your life…..
And you’re up against a wall.
Make a plan and you will find,
She has something else in mind,
And so rather than do either you do something else that neither likes at all.
You want to talk of Keats or Milton.
She only wants to talk of “love”.
You’ll go to watch a game or concert,
and spend it searching for her GLOVE.
Let a woman in your life.
And you invite eternal strife.
Let them buy their wedding bands,
for their anxious little hands…..
….. I’d be equally as willing for a dentist to be drilling than to ever let a woman in my life.
- My Fair Lady.
(Best Picture 1964)
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Wow your name suits you, you are a dick.
Wow Dick,
You are hilariously insightful.
Ever on Oahu, shoot me an email.
Burn down some doobies.
THIS MAN IS MY FUCKING IDOL!
Man I hope you’re gay, beacause you’ll never get a woman to love you
So long as you pay the child support, because I spent all my money on premium import beer.
Jesus Fucking Christ!
yea blame the alcohol.. we will call our first kid dick.. :D!
That’s not it!
That’s not all!
Bola’s drinking alcohol!
9,5%
I think Bola is having feelings for me too.
Bola and Lola sittin’ in the tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G….
I think Bola is having feelings for me <3333
Lola, crawl back into that Kinks song where you belong.
E-Bola.
Ok.. at least you use your male brains when you wrote this one…the only two you had. :D~!
When women have used up their two talking points to refute male arguments, they default to penis hatred/envy. How could Freud have been so GOTTAM right???
And the definition of “love” is coming from a woma so fucking stupid she can’t tell the difference between “lust” and “paycheck”.
Really, I would “love” for you to shut your fucking cakehole and go practice more on the skinflute, that way, at least one man that fucks up and pays you too much for sex witll get something out of it at least………
The only heart your breaking domchicks is your father’s.
Said by a man who’s never had a woman love him. You’re sad and pathetic, not manly. Sorry to break your heart.
Notice that it’s always women who believe they own the definition of “manly” or some form of it, and likewise, are the only sex suitable for judging manliness.
Until you’ve registered for the draft, been passed over for a job by a lesser-qualified [name the approved protected class], taken one for the team, caught shit on behalf of the team and said nothing because you understand what team loyalty and cohesion means…
Shut the fuck up.
Menreallyarebetterthanskanks.com
I can only speak for myself, and to say I haven’t felt something resembeling love that was not just lust would be a lie. If love DOES exist, I think that it would be safe to say that it seldom happens with a happy ending, which is why I just gave up and stopped believing. I may be 13, but I am not stupid, I know how hard people look for that, and they just end up miserable as hell. Mabye you are right, mabye not, but no matter how many people tell me “Just wait for the right person”, I will never believe what I can not see or experience.
It’s only men who really love. Then it becomes tolerating some stupid bitch for years and while thinking “what the hell have I’ve done?”
Women love only themselves.
proudathiest said: Well, at least not that “can’t stop thinking about him, would die for him” love.
That’s called Lust.. and maybe dollar signs. Depends what part of him she can’t stop thinking about or dreaming about, his penis, or his wallet and the “adorable” [read "expensive and shiny"] little trinket he recently purchased her..
NOW yer speaking truth, loud and clear..
That’s called Lust.. and maybe dollar signs. Depends what part of him she can’t stop thinking about or dreaming about, his penis, or his wallet and the “adorable” [read "expensive and shiny"] little trinket he recently purchased her..
Amen..