Misogyny

[Remmie]

Sometimes I fucking hate women. The beautiful bastards. I really do, the conceited, pretend they aren't shallow thundercunts. Present company on GF excepted like you lovely minged cunts.

 

You people make me do a warm sex poo though x

 

I had some more but the underpants gnomes took my drunk gold

[Unrighteous]

Let it out, Remster!

[The Special One]

That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me..... Marry me.

[Remmie]

Your minge stinks of a thousand meadows Sara and I will puke on it most times you ask me. Romantic twat I am

[Pony Princess]

Snakes with tits

[melons]

I love being marginalised from the rest of the women in society, it makes me feel like a decent human being. Add on the fact i can make a man do a warm sex poo, well, it has me squirming with delight.

 

 

x

[The Special One]

Your minge stinks of a thousand meadows Sara and I will puke on it most times you ask me. Romantic twat I am

 

*wipes away tears*

[RJ Fan club]

Smooth bastard.

[lifetime fan]

I love being marginalised from the rest of the women in society, it makes me feel like a decent human being. Add on the fact i can make a man do a warm sex poo, well, it has me squirting with delight.

 

 

x

 

Quite.

[lifetime fan]

Women can provoke a rage in a man far worse than any other man could.

 

I've been with the bird just short of 5 years and I constantly tell her if we ever split I'd never live with a woman ever again in my life. My house, my rules, peace, no nagging and I'd go and see a bit on the side at her place a couple of times a week and then fuck off after I've unloaded.

[sparta7]

Women can provoke a rage in a man far worse than any other man could.

 

I've been with the bird just short of 5 years and I constantly tell her if we ever split I'd never live with a woman ever again in my life. My house, my rules, peace, no nagging and I'd go and see a bit on the side at her place a couple of times a week and then fuck off after I've unloaded.

 

Poetry. Just pure poetry.

 

sorry......something in my eye I think........back in a sec.....

[Champ]

Women can provoke a rage in a man far worse than any other man could.

 

I've been with the bird just short of 5 years and I constantly tell her if we ever split I'd never live with a woman ever again in my life. My house, my rules, peace, no nagging and I'd go and see a bit on the side at her place a couple of times a week and then fuck off after I've unloaded.

And vice versa

[Paulie Dangerously]

How could I hate women? My mum's one

[Magic Sponge]

Behind every good man is a woman with a knife.

[Uncle_Meat]

Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout,

For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I are out.

 

We quarrelled about Havanas -- we fought o'er a good cheroot,

And I knew she is exacting, and she says I am a brute.

 

Open the old cigar-box -- let me consider a space;

In the soft blue veil of the vapour musing on Maggie's face.

 

Maggie is pretty to look at -- Maggie's a loving lass,

But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must pass.

 

There's peace in a Larranaga, there's calm in a Henry Clay;

But the best cigar in an hour is finished and thrown away --

 

Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe and brown --

But I could not throw away Maggie for fear o' the talk o' the town!

 

Maggie, my wife at fifty -- grey and dour and old --

With never another Maggie to purchase for love or gold!

 

And the light of Days that have Been the dark of the Days that Are,

And Love's torch stinking and stale, like the butt of a dead cigar --

 

The butt of a dead cigar you are bound to keep in your pocket --

With never a new one to light tho' it's charred and black to the socket!

 

Open the old cigar-box -- let me consider a while.

Here is a mild Manila -- there is a wifely smile.

 

Which is the better portion -- bondage bought with a ring,

Or a harem of dusky beauties, fifty tied in a string?

 

Counsellors cunning and silent -- comforters true and tried,

And never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride?

 

Thought in the early morning, solace in time of woes,

Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close,

 

This will the fifty give me, asking nought in return,

With only a Suttee's passion -- to do their duty and burn.

 

This will the fifty give me. When they are spent and dead,

Five times other fifties shall be my servants instead.

 

The furrows of far-off Java, the isles of the Spanish Main,

When they hear my harem is empty will send me my brides again.

 

I will take no heed to their raiment, nor food for their mouths withal,

So long as the gulls are nesting, so long as the showers fall.

 

I will scent 'em with best vanilla, with tea will I temper their hides,

And the Moor and the Mormon shall envy who read of the tale of my brides.

 

For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between

The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick o' Teen.

 

And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear,

But I have been Priest of Cabanas a matter of seven year;

 

And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cheery light

Of stums that I burned to Friendship and Pleasure and Work and Fight.

 

And I turn my eyes to the future that Maggie and I must prove,

But the only light on the marshes is the Will-o'-the-Wisp of Love.

 

Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the mire?

Since a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire?

 

Open the old cigar-box -- let me consider anew --

Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you?

 

A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke;

And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke.

 

Light me another Cuba -- I hold to my first-sworn vows.

If Maggie will have no rival, I'll have no Maggie for Spouse!

[Trumo]

The more the merrier.