Pain in My Man Ass
Women only have one skill. The ability to have children. And it’s not so much a skill as much as it is a defense mechanism againt doing work. Like how an octopus shoots ink all over the place when a shark is trying to bite it or stab it with something. That’s how women use their natural defense of cranking out children whenever a job is about to bite ahold of them.
It’s also like how Yakov Smirnoff would say shit about Russia about everything, even when it didn’t apply at all. Women are exactly like Yakov Smirnoff except their broken crutch is their ovaries.
Take promiscuous sex for example. Women will explain away their debauchery with some kind of mythical “biological, reproductive clock” that apparently starts dinging up like a slot machine when they hit twenty-six and spits Spanish Fly into the air like a crop duster. Where I come from we have a term for that. Horseshit.
Women also use the act of bearing a child (even the poseurs who haven’t actually gone through with it yet) to prove that they can take more pain than men — and that women have a higher pain tolerance than we do. Where I come from we have a term for that too. Super horseshit. Here’s the horse to prove it.
Linda LeResche “Poppin Fresh” has just earned the coveted MenAreBetterThanWomen.com’s Honorary Man of the Month award for August (congratulations Reschey Resche) by releasing some foxy facts and findings that really don’t mean shit if you’re either a man or you’re a women who lets a man do all the thinking, talking, and driving for her. If you’re either one of those then the findings and the rest of life in general are obvious.
Men can take more pain that women, says LeResche. Way the fuck more.
I didn’t read the rest of the study because, what the fuck. It’s obvious. Men can take more pain then women? I figured that out the first time I was kicked in the bean machine and fell to the ground for several minutes. I had seen a woman do the same thing when she was struck in the head by a football. The two are not the same.
So have women have been faking that they can take more pain than men? No. They could never do that sort of thing because a woman would never pass up the opportunity to bray like a pauper while being treated like a princess for stubbing her fucking toe or some silly fucking thing like that. Can you imagine? A woman choosing to keep her mouth shut when she’s just had a gold mine of attention fall on her pinkie toe? No. None of us can. Even with our mighty iMANginations.
The real dickle of this pickle is that women only appear to never be in pain because they never fucking do anything. It’s like an equal rights amendment. Sure, it sounds great (not really), but as soon as women start having to live by it everything falls the fuck apart.
Women never do anything — until its time to have a kid. And when that happens they scream like holy hell and say that no man knows what real pain is.
What I say is if the pain of childbirth is on par with the rest of feminanity’s bullshit, I doubt it even hurts very much at all. Bam Bam and you’re done. What the big fucking deal. I’ll tell you for sure that it can’t be as painful as having to listen to the embarrassing, awkwardly-insulting, half-baked opinions of a woman for the rest of your life, which all men have to do.
I would like to think that Linda LeResche agrees with me. That’s why she’s Miss August.
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women donthave children men have children womenjust deliver
could you go be gay somewhere else
this is for men, not fuck-ups
You will have to forgive my Boyfriend below me. He just loves riling people up. It turns him on you see. Leave it to me to wind him down with some nice anal penetration, so he’ll purr like a walrus ;) Common honey cakes! Forget these women and lets make some love ;D
I am a proud user and abuser of women. Nothing makes me more satisfied then being all charming, cordial to a woman then bedding her (at her place) and proceeding to fuck and chuck. Sometimes those women get the business end of my knuckles, rings and all. It’s such a good feeling to think of these feminazi cunts, Oprah, Nancy Grace and whatever cunt-scabs are popular of the day being beaten to a pulp by powerful man-fists.
Sounds good, all i ask is you use me more then once, i could even live in your toilet room.
What an aweful thing to say, ChangeUp. Although I am proud to be a man, I claim no brotherhood with guys like you!
Yes, I have some serious issues with Westernized women these past 40 years, but I do not abuse them, use them, or hurt them…I only attack their twisted philosophies and actions. My goal is to win them over such that they embrace being ladies once more and give up on the feminist manifesto.
FAG!
GAY!
I don’t really agree with Dicks point of view on women in general, but whatever. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and there is no point in trying to change his. I just find it funny that this Diana chick has commented on pretty much every post with shitty half assed insults… I hate feminists, especially ones that are brainless. How about you get a life and stop wasting your time here. No one cares about your uneducated opinions.
Lisa your erection is showing..
THE PROUD WEBSITE THAT CLAIMS TO HAVE THE NEW VAGINA & CUNT! MEN HERE ARE ALL HOMSEXUAL IN SOME WAY FORM OR FASHION & ARE HERE TO MEET OTHER FAGS TO mEET AT BATHHOUSES & SCREW ON MR
CUNTS VAGINA IN HIS ASSHOLIO AND OFFERS METH TO NEW GUYS!
touch me baby, touch me all night long, touch me baby, ye-yeah..
HE HAS PAIN IN HIS ASS FROM ALL THE DONKEY POKES HE GETS &
BEING NUTTED ON REGULARLY!!!
shit dude did i see that coming!
no matter what you say someone (a woman) with 1/100′ts of a brain will have something to come back to. God bless!
Hey brah, she just ripped on you and you just took it!! are you gonna take that from a woman????
Obvious this cunt is a pedophile cunt. Stop molesting children, you pathetic cunt.
GAY CITY WALLS LOVE CONFLICT WORSE THAN PITBULLS & COCK FIGHTERS!!!
YOU ARE LOVIN YOUR GAY MAN ASS AKA BRAND NEWLY BUSTED VAGINA!
The best part of this pedophile cunt was a brown liquid that that ran down the crack of her mother’s ass. The rest of this pathetic cunt slimed its way onto this website.
haha man that was awesome.
Just remember that women have 7 assholes, counting their mouths and ears.
Don’t get too close Smyley he might say “cunt” a few times then google another comeback. seriously, this guy is like mentally 10 with the attention span of a hormonal 13 year old with a 5 inch cock to pound with. FUCK MANNNN
The comment to diana cunt goes for double for you, Kaca bitch.
because you can’t think of another insult (: Aj you’re so funny, I love this site simply because you get so mad at everything I say, baby shut up.
Lucky
A woman’s husband had been slipping in and out of a coma for several months, yet she had stayed by his bedside every single day. One day, he motioned for her to come nearer. As she sat by him, he whispered, eyes full of tears, “You know what? You have been with me all through the bad times. When I got fired, you were there to support me. When my business failed, you were there. When I got shot, you were by my side. When we lost the house, you stayed right here. When my health started failing, you were still by my side…You know what?”
“What dear?” she gently asked, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth.
“I think you’re bad luck, get the hell away from me.”
LOL
To all regular posters – sorry for my absence, I’m back now.
@Arouet
You asked me to post my thoughts on the ‘women’s movement’; if it has achieved anything of benefit and if it was a legitimate movement.
The task has proved to be ASTOUNDINGLY frustrating; I just felt that I was unable to really capture and express the quintessential flaws in its ethos.
I was unsatisfied with my every attempt that I made in trying to define what my mind was so easily able to intuit – until now.
I have found an essay, a marvellous piece of pros, which eloquently expresses what I was unable to write.
Please read it and tell me what you think.
http://infomotions.com/etexts/gutenberg/dirs/etext04/wsuff10.htm
I want to increase my pein at lease 8 to 9 inch
If you want to increase your PAIN 8 to 9 inches, just marry a Westernized vagina.
If you want to increase your “VEIN” 8 to 9 inches, buy ‘em a treadmill, keep their mouths duct taped, and enjoy the ensuing imagery :}
OfCOURSEMarriedMenDieBeforeTheirWives(ItMustMeanWhimminAreSuperior)
You’re that guy who says wimmin, you know if you right click the word with a squiggly red line underneath you get spelling corrections.
dick is completely right. my mom would say this whenever i said girls were stupid (i had an evil sister). did anyone know that giving birth was actually the main cause of death is females not too long ago! now they get a drug that helps them live through it. womans only use is reproduction. not even making sammiches because thay give you wheat bread and only put on condiments you hate.
what happens with your vagina when you die?
(trick question)
no more sex :’(
it gets fucked up
“Deny my love” for a desperate lil feminist cunt(yourmom) posing as a man. No, I love the way that lil bitch ‘yourmom’ begs for my cock and cant get enough of it, although I havent give her a taste yet. Also love the way, marrie and zenna cunts say what a hot stud I am and keep repeating their whore mouths and vaginas are not worthy of being stuffed with my super cock. These 3 cunts love to call men “gay”, hoping to get laid by those same men. Thats how cunts function.
Call You GAY? YOU ARE GAY DIRTROAD CUNT! STOP CALLING MY BROTHER YOU MALE ASS CUNT LOOSE VAGINA RAJ7 BIOTCH!!!
Isexyboi clearly is a man..
Do you know how stupid that sounds? “They want my online cock”
I NO CARE ABOUT WOMEN. MY PLEASURE IS ALL IN RAJ7′S HANDS FOR HE HAS BUTTFUCKED ME QUITE HEAVENLY.
I enjoy it Raj7, when you put those chocolate covered cherries on your nipples, and let me lick them off. And not to forget.. You make my pee-pee hard, and when I think of you, while wanking off. I get massive boners.[;
I love you, baby.
And, your man ass is mine, babe.
NO! I’M JUST KIDDING RAJ7, you know the only man ass I own is yours. BABE.
Are you going to deny your love raj?
Hey, knuckle-nicks
I’ll tell you:
It’s helping
I’ll tell you:
You’re doing the right thing
I can see you’re used
And I don’t know where you’ve been
But I do know past failures still haunt you
Thoughtless slow remarks you later regret
It’s hard to own up and take the blame
For being a nervous gibbering wreck
So go on be a careless fucking onlooker
So you can sit and not-think about pain
I know about gasping attacks and mirror-blood
I know about shitbags and shame
I know a fuckload more than you realise
A fuck of a lot more than you think
I know why you can take a kiss
But not a bone-count hug
I know you bite your fat banana fingernails
And I know why you’d need to shave
I know you’re a slow fussy pathetic eater
And I know you don’t sleep much
But I’ll still tell you:
It’s helping
And I’ll still tell you:
You’re doing the right thing
Question: did you ever hurt yourself to make somebody sorry?
How often do you pretend to be sick?
You ever wanted something very much but never told anybody about it?
Are you such a slug you can’t live without a fucking sundae?
You ever made a bit too much fuss over your cuts?
Yes, the cutting will be quite dramatic
If you get the crisscross slit right
And show an exposed piece of bone
Ready for harvest
And in a few seconds’ time:
In a drop of anal red the poison
And your totally disgusting diseased unkempt disgusting excuse of a body
Continues to react
Till mere days after the cutting
The cancer says well hello
In between fairground muscle twitches
And clearly white scaly shit
Tinkerboy says burnt it out
The little cunt doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about
And just weeks after the cutting
You really don’t know
How well can you imagine
How soon cheap tears are forgotten
Because there’s no wasted kleenex or sympathy
Nobody would give a fucking toss
For a quasi-glamour of your symptoms
For your Russell�s sign
And for your atrocious sleepless lucidity
Because what if they were provoked?
It’s prefectness and it’s all there
No more pointless trawling through self-helped books for triggering examples
No more daytime trash or drunken wisdom
At first it seems not to be working
Til you get that imitation of danger
That means you can no longer convince yourself it’s not working
More and more and more
So right now would be a good time for blackmail
Who have you ever tried to make guilty?
Have you ever told on anyone?
What somebody has told you not to tell
My question: I said have you ever told on anyone?
Yet I’ll tell you:
It’s helping
And I’ll tell you:
You’re doing the right thing
More and more you wonder if anyone really gives a fuck
Do you sometimes feel that:
You talk too much
You don’t listen enough
Do you admit to letting others push you around?
Who’s pushing you around now?
Who’s hitting on you now?
Who’s the pervert hitting on you now, kuckle-nicks?
Has he successfully perverted an ethic?
Has he destroyed a doll body?
I’ll show you what’s it like not to have hands
And I’ll show you how to hold on tight
I’ll show you how to piss on your own bedclothes
And sit in a closet
You’ll learn to sweat while unconscious
And I’ll show you the electric stick
You’ll learn about the kitty-cut
Before the privilege of seeing your own blood
I’ll let you suck brown-brown and clairil
So you know how papa’s so brave
I’ll show you the wide-awake nightmare
And now you can buy some fucking fear
So new question: can you:
Spot a person who’s like me?
Can you:
Imagine a difference between their body and yours?
Can you:
Imagine a person who looks like me?
Could you:
Spot a person who looks unlike you?
Can you:
Spot a person who’s how you want to be?
Can you:
Imagine a person who you’d never want to be?
Transferring people is a fucking degrading thing to do to them
And one day the you’ll understand that
One day the you’ll understand that:
Cut hands has the solution
We’ll feed you to every hungry bird
We’ll feed you to every starving animal
And we’ll let them eat fat till they’re full
And will let them drink blood till they’re drunk
As I tell you:
It’s helping
While I tell you:
You’re doing the right thing
Toooooo loooooooong can’t be stuffed!