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what's more? i laugh at guys like you. when you cry about how much
girls treat you bad, and wonder why they can't just see that you're a
nice guy who would always treat them right? i nod and tell you to hang
in there, you'll find someone right for you someday, don't give up hope
man. but inside? i'm laughing my ass off at you, you pathetic fuck.
every girl you set your sights on, who isn't a disgusting pig-moster,
i'm going to fuck 6 ways from sunday before you even tell her you think
she's cute. i won't bother trying when you finally settle for that 350
pounder who works at hardee's, you can have that. anything else i'm
going to cum on her face before you get those lips near it.
and
the biggest reason i laugh? it's not me doing all this. it's the girls.
when you cry about how lonely you are? or talk about how you just want
to curl up and disappear, and all that emo bullshit? you're triggering
her "don't fuck" instincts something fierce. you're a miserable weak
coward, why would she want your genes? feel free to buy her a new
computer and decorate her apartment, you're great for that. but her
babymaker is barking orders at her, telling her to wrap her legs around
me and hold on for as long as she can. she needs it, on a primal level
you'll never get to see first hand even if you DO get a chance to fuck
her. sooner or later one of them will lay back and spread their legs,
but you won't see any hunger in their eyes. they won't beg you to love
them forever and make them yours. you won't know what it's like to see
her animal side needing you as much as she needs to eat and breath. |
