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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So long as you pay the child support, because I spent all my money on premium import beer.
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.
Ok.. at least you use your male brains when you wrote this one…the only two you had. :D~!
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.
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..
god. Haven’t you all figured out that love doesn’t exist? Well, at least not that “can’t stop thinking about him, would die for him” love. All human beings are self centered. It is just the way we are. You can argue with me on that, but just remember that I have science on my side:)
Ugh…love *long deep sigh*. God it’s awesome, but god does it suck.
Rubbishly old comment? Yes, but for future reference, these boob-bearing geniuses should be told that someone typing on a computer, in a MEN’S forum, XXXXX miles away, hardly qualifies as a stalker.
Get over yourselves.
How laughable! A woman talking about satellites and global positioning like she knows what the fuck they are! What next, Female? Are you going to pretend to know about politics or finance?
What a dumb bitch.
-Dick
Don’t count us out yet Dick…we Know more than obviously the dumb twats you know
How does that gain you manpoints? :/ thats just disgusting!
btw…Don’t count love out yet either Dick…Love always has a nasty habit off catching you when you least expect it…and especially when you do’t believe in it… :) (leaves some room for men to laugh unceasingly at my expense-or what they enjoy thinking of as my stupidity)
Three Dog Night: Just An Old Fashioned Love Song
I have a friend I’ve known for 24 years now. She has been married 3 times now. I know all three of her ex-husbands.
The problem with her is that she loves “getting” married but has no idea what it takes to “stay” married.
I’m avoiding her so that I don’t become a statistic as she’s probably gunning for numero quatro.
I notice that she loves all the grandure, excitement and hoopla before the event, the planning, the fitting of the wedding gown, the garter belts, the ice sculptures, the guest lists, the registering and all that woman stuff.
Once the wedding (and honeymoon) party is over, she faces the sobering reality that there are responsibilities, bills, work
(I’m talking about the things that make a marriage work) and the like.
Looking over her life, I noticed that she married at 16 (dropped out of high school), both parents deceased and always married (with one exception) guys that were jerks (I think they made her tick, but soon tired of them as they could not maintain the momentum of excitement she craves).
Her last ex was probably the best prospect, well educated, gainfully employed and makes a great living, a good dad, etc, I’ve met him and he seemed a nice fellow.
She admits that he’s a great guy but was not attracted to him anymore (how weak) and left him for a “bad boy”.
Now her life is falling apart. She has spent her entire inheritance on him (I’m talking large inheritance here), she assumed they were going to get married, but he just uses her for sex, money and toys (she tells me he screws around on her constantly) and has no intention of marrying her (personally, I think he is an ideal role model for all men).
She is weak in his presence and can not say no to him (evidently she doesn’t mind the taste of other women on him). This is ironic since she was his boss at one time and was the one that hired him in the first place (now he’s in charge of her pussy).
He has physically abused her many times, and yet she comes back for more. and (bear in mind that she hasn’t known him that long either).
She’ll likely lose her house, has to settle for a lesser position making much less than what she’s used to (thanks in part to the real estate industry).
She will be renting a room from one of her ex’s. Unfortunately she didn’t use some of that fortune to start colledge funds for her kids or put any of it away for her future (typical woman).
The point is that women are dilusional, unrealistic and most importantly, don’t know a good thing when they have it.
She had life made with hubby #3, but She threw it all away for a loser with a huge cock! (Dick is right, women are obsessed with sex).
In retrospect, the “bad boy” is not a loser, he is a winner. He has a big cock, all her money, gifts, new truck, ski-boat and Harley. He gets to fuck her at will then sends her on her merry way (without any guilt). He got an all expense paid cruise and oh did I mention she paid off his house for him as well! (He gets about a million man points for pulling this off).
I just want to know his secret!
The only thing I ever got from a woman was a scorching case of herpes, go figure!
Men are better than women (even with the herpes).
Banzai