10:54 p.m. - 2003-12-29
dim-witted bitches and mindless dicks
Hooters, Flesh, Club 215, Déjà vu (or whatever the hell their calling it today)and of course Maxim only escalate the thoughts in a mans head as to how women should act. As if the female gender role hasn’t already been corrupted enough by men, those sex driven places further add to the downward spiral. What a defamation of character. What a pathetic way to life your life, always giving into how men want you to look and act. Fuck them. I’m so sick of the way our society has brought us to the conclusion of the woman sitting home crocheting and chatting with her girlfriends while the man of the house goes out and sticks singles in some fake tittied, unintelligent whores hot pink laced panties. So she needs the money to take care of her child and she’s willing to stoop to that level to bring up her kid in a respectful manner. Fuck the girls who have to show off their tits just to get some guys attention because their brain didn’t do the job in the first place. Fuck the guy who gave into the erection he got when he saw the girl in the sluttish shirt and decided to sleep with her with absolutely no meaning behind it. Society encourages it everyday. For a while you respect some one and then it all plummets when you see them half nude on the cover of Maxim. “Wait, my records aren’t selling fast enough, let me degrade women everywhere and masquerade myself on the cover of some dim-witted magazine so that I can at least get the dismal males of the American society to buy it.”
I don’t see why men can’t just be themselves all the time. Why the fuck do they insist on being one person in front of their girlfriends and another in front their guy friends? Why can’t they be real? Why are some so dense? Well , I’m off to Chippendales to stick some singles in some guys bulging black thong.
