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Friday, February 12, 2016
Thursday, February 11, 2016
The bro code on Valentine's Day
Nowhere in the Bro Code itself does it say anything about February 14th. That being said Bro's must know how to deal with stress and strain that comes with this kind of holiday.
As a Bro one must look to their Bro's and make sure the are covered. If your friend has a girlfriend you need to make sure he's got everything he needs to pull this off. Should he need you for anything a good friend is there. Now ditch his lame ass and go get turned up with your other homies.
Well if your Bro is single then you are his wingman and he is your's. It is your mission as Bro's to go out into the world and be epic as per usual. Follow the bro code and look out for eachother on this Valentine's weekend, it will either bring out the best or the worst in you.
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Vasectomy: $400. Speechless look on her face: priceless
ll try to sum up a funny story that happened a few years ago:
I got a vasectomy.
I met a girl soon afterwards. She was nice and attractive but with a selfish streak that raised a big red flag. She was 32 at the time and I could practically HEAR her biological clock ticking. Regardless, she was a good lay, easy on the eyes, and reasonably good company.
I did NOT tell her about my vasectomy and I always used a condom with her to protect against STDs. She assumed, obviously, that the condom was only used for birth control. Silly girl.
We date for a few months. I never made any move towards commitment but she brought it up ocassionally. For me, this was a casual but pleasant relationship. For her - as I was to find out - it was part of life-changing series of events that she was planning very carefully.
Four months into dating, I get the "I'm pregnant" talk. She's going on and on about how the condom must have broke and now we really need to think about getting married "for the baby". She's positively giddy. She has a baby in her and she thinks she's gonna have a good meal ticket (me) to go along with her new 7lb annuity.
At this point, I'm just as giddy. I get to pull the reverse "oops" on her. I figured that she slept with some bad boy and got knocked up. Good thing I was using condoms! Better still that I have a serious mistrust of women who can't think beyond their own uteri.
So I wait a couple of days to "think about all this." I meet her again. I say I don't want kids and that she should have an abortion. I know where this is going and sure enough it goes there. She goes completely batshit insane on me. There were the usual insults about my manhood. There were threats of legal action. It was all very ugly and I was loving every minute of it.
Well, I let her stew for a few days. She leaves me nasty messages on my phone. She sends awful emails. I'm laughing hysterically.
It was time to drop the hammer. While she was stewing I was busy. First I get a notarized copy from the urologist who performed the vasectomy. Next I get a notarized copy of the TWO test results indicating a "negative test result for sperm" to show I'm sterile and shooting blanks. Finally, I get a letter from a shark attorney stating he has seen the other documents and is prepared to litigate against this woman if she continues to communicate with me in such an unpleasant manner. Also, the letter states that we will insist on DNA testing to show that the baby is not mine. I'm ready.
I meet with this woman at her place. I bring flowers and a small bit of jewelry to show I am willing to reconcile and assume my responsibilities as a new father. I also have stuck in my pocket the documents I have prepared.
She's all giddy again. Her plan is going perfectly - or so she thinks. We talk about our future. We have some pretty good sex. Then, as I am about to walk out the door, I ask her the $64,000 question. "Are you sure that this baby is mine?"
Well, she goes batshit insane again. Hell, she ought to. Her plan could completely unravel if there is ANY question about my paternity. Oh, she's really screaming now. How dare I question her morals. Do I think she's a slut. I'm just trying to weasel out of my responsibilities... blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda.
I'm not really mad. I'm kind of embarrassed for her. But since she won't shut up and the neighbors can hear all of this, I ask her to step back inside and sit down. She sits on the sofa and calms down a bit. She is glaring at me with all the moral self-righteousness that only a woman can muster up. She thinks she has me trapped. She is 100% convinced her plan has worked. Oh, the tangled web of lies and deceit she has wrought around herself and I am about to hack through them with a few pieces of paper.
I reach into my pocket slowly. I extract the three pieces of paper and unfold them slowly and deliberately.
I tell her simply, "You're screwed".
Her look doesn't change. There is no way she can fathom what I have prepared.
I continue. "I am sterile"
Her look changes just a bit. Something is beginning to sink in. Naturally, she reverts to women's logic. "You're full of shit. You're trapped and you know it."
I hold up the letter and the test results. "Three months before we met, I had a vasectomy. Here is a notarized letter from him stating what I had done. Here are two test results showing that I tested negative for the presence of sperm. Blanks. I am shooting blanks. That baby inside you is simply not mine."
This woman is not to be swayed by logic and clear documentation. "Bullshit, those are fakes."
I was ready for that. "No, they are real. This last piece of paper is from my attorney. It's a simple letter to you that states if you pursue any kind of legal action against me for child support that I will insist on a DNA test to prove paternity, that is, to prove that your baby is not mine."
I give the woman all the documents. She reads them slowly, deliberately. With each passing second she can feel in her soul that she has made a very bad mistake. With denial swept away, she started to cry. It's a small cry at first. Then it becomes deeper and more painful. By the time she gets to the letter from the lawyer she is sobbing.
I had no sympathy for her. I turned and walked out the door. Even after I closed the door I could still hear her sobbing.
Epilogue -
I never heard directly from this woman again. I did hear through my friends that she did indeed have the baby. I also heard that the real father was some guy in a band she had met. I assumed that after 30, women stopped going after musicians, bikers, criminals, and thugs. Silly me for thinking the best of American women.
The Moral of the Story -
Get a vasectomy but keep it a secret.
I got a vasectomy.
I met a girl soon afterwards. She was nice and attractive but with a selfish streak that raised a big red flag. She was 32 at the time and I could practically HEAR her biological clock ticking. Regardless, she was a good lay, easy on the eyes, and reasonably good company.
I did NOT tell her about my vasectomy and I always used a condom with her to protect against STDs. She assumed, obviously, that the condom was only used for birth control. Silly girl.
We date for a few months. I never made any move towards commitment but she brought it up ocassionally. For me, this was a casual but pleasant relationship. For her - as I was to find out - it was part of life-changing series of events that she was planning very carefully.
Four months into dating, I get the "I'm pregnant" talk. She's going on and on about how the condom must have broke and now we really need to think about getting married "for the baby". She's positively giddy. She has a baby in her and she thinks she's gonna have a good meal ticket (me) to go along with her new 7lb annuity.
At this point, I'm just as giddy. I get to pull the reverse "oops" on her. I figured that she slept with some bad boy and got knocked up. Good thing I was using condoms! Better still that I have a serious mistrust of women who can't think beyond their own uteri.
So I wait a couple of days to "think about all this." I meet her again. I say I don't want kids and that she should have an abortion. I know where this is going and sure enough it goes there. She goes completely batshit insane on me. There were the usual insults about my manhood. There were threats of legal action. It was all very ugly and I was loving every minute of it.
Well, I let her stew for a few days. She leaves me nasty messages on my phone. She sends awful emails. I'm laughing hysterically.
It was time to drop the hammer. While she was stewing I was busy. First I get a notarized copy from the urologist who performed the vasectomy. Next I get a notarized copy of the TWO test results indicating a "negative test result for sperm" to show I'm sterile and shooting blanks. Finally, I get a letter from a shark attorney stating he has seen the other documents and is prepared to litigate against this woman if she continues to communicate with me in such an unpleasant manner. Also, the letter states that we will insist on DNA testing to show that the baby is not mine. I'm ready.
I meet with this woman at her place. I bring flowers and a small bit of jewelry to show I am willing to reconcile and assume my responsibilities as a new father. I also have stuck in my pocket the documents I have prepared.
She's all giddy again. Her plan is going perfectly - or so she thinks. We talk about our future. We have some pretty good sex. Then, as I am about to walk out the door, I ask her the $64,000 question. "Are you sure that this baby is mine?"
Well, she goes batshit insane again. Hell, she ought to. Her plan could completely unravel if there is ANY question about my paternity. Oh, she's really screaming now. How dare I question her morals. Do I think she's a slut. I'm just trying to weasel out of my responsibilities... blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda.
I'm not really mad. I'm kind of embarrassed for her. But since she won't shut up and the neighbors can hear all of this, I ask her to step back inside and sit down. She sits on the sofa and calms down a bit. She is glaring at me with all the moral self-righteousness that only a woman can muster up. She thinks she has me trapped. She is 100% convinced her plan has worked. Oh, the tangled web of lies and deceit she has wrought around herself and I am about to hack through them with a few pieces of paper.
I reach into my pocket slowly. I extract the three pieces of paper and unfold them slowly and deliberately.
I tell her simply, "You're screwed".
Her look doesn't change. There is no way she can fathom what I have prepared.
I continue. "I am sterile"
Her look changes just a bit. Something is beginning to sink in. Naturally, she reverts to women's logic. "You're full of shit. You're trapped and you know it."
I hold up the letter and the test results. "Three months before we met, I had a vasectomy. Here is a notarized letter from him stating what I had done. Here are two test results showing that I tested negative for the presence of sperm. Blanks. I am shooting blanks. That baby inside you is simply not mine."
This woman is not to be swayed by logic and clear documentation. "Bullshit, those are fakes."
I was ready for that. "No, they are real. This last piece of paper is from my attorney. It's a simple letter to you that states if you pursue any kind of legal action against me for child support that I will insist on a DNA test to prove paternity, that is, to prove that your baby is not mine."
I give the woman all the documents. She reads them slowly, deliberately. With each passing second she can feel in her soul that she has made a very bad mistake. With denial swept away, she started to cry. It's a small cry at first. Then it becomes deeper and more painful. By the time she gets to the letter from the lawyer she is sobbing.
I had no sympathy for her. I turned and walked out the door. Even after I closed the door I could still hear her sobbing.
Epilogue -
I never heard directly from this woman again. I did hear through my friends that she did indeed have the baby. I also heard that the real father was some guy in a band she had met. I assumed that after 30, women stopped going after musicians, bikers, criminals, and thugs. Silly me for thinking the best of American women.
The Moral of the Story -
Get a vasectomy but keep it a secret.
I'M ALL FOR FEMINISM
I'M ALL FOR FEMINISM.
I've been learning about it lately. And for a guy who has spent most of
his life providing the house, the new cars, clothes, and expensive
jewelry for women, what an eye opener this movement is. Apparently, i
don't have to buy the food, pay for the tickets, get you expensive gifts
and do all that freebie stuff cuz the feminist movement says those
actions belittle women and make them dependent upon men and create a
mindset of perceptive weakness from the male gender to the female. I
never knew that. Mainly, because i never thought that way. But,
feminists tell me that oh yes, all men do. Really... So, as my lesbian
dentist has advised, women should be treated just like my males friends
in all ways. All ways...okay. And I want to do the 21st century thing
you all want from us men. Right girls?
Apparently, when men buy a woman a drink, we are actually acting out some kind of rape scenario by getting women defenseless and drunk. Never knew that. And by showering a woman with gifts and terms of endearment, we are minimizing their self-empowerment and belittling them with chauvinistic attitudes. Saying things like sweetheart, and darling, are actually attacks against a woman's self-esteem. I use terms of endearments with people I care about and have affection for, but apparently I'm some kind of retarded programmed pig for doing so. The good news is, thanks to the feminist movement, I am changing my ways. And I am trying hard.
So if I suggest some kind of dinner or evening out, I'll be sure to check my privilege and let you decide everything including how it all goes down financially, so I don't suppress you, your self-esteem, and right to self-determination. See, I've learned new phrases and ideologues. And I used to think that when you cared for someone, it didn't matter what it cost to help them, show kindness in all ways, especially financial, and by assisting them with whatever needs they have. Turns out, us men are backward, patriarchal bullies, who need to knock off all that HONEY and DARLING and other blather, keep it an even keel and especially make sure that we keep our stunted ideas of providing, doing, looking after your needs, and other things we happily do without being asked or told, because we are on some subconscious, subtle way, invoking our male privilege and dominating your life in an oppressive and gender abusive way. Feminists are the new branding of the coming years, what with Hillary coming into power and men being taken down at every single turn. Well, I'm ahead of the male curve. I intend to give modern woman everything they've been wanting and for years, apparently. Get me.
Apparently, when men buy a woman a drink, we are actually acting out some kind of rape scenario by getting women defenseless and drunk. Never knew that. And by showering a woman with gifts and terms of endearment, we are minimizing their self-empowerment and belittling them with chauvinistic attitudes. Saying things like sweetheart, and darling, are actually attacks against a woman's self-esteem. I use terms of endearments with people I care about and have affection for, but apparently I'm some kind of retarded programmed pig for doing so. The good news is, thanks to the feminist movement, I am changing my ways. And I am trying hard.
So if I suggest some kind of dinner or evening out, I'll be sure to check my privilege and let you decide everything including how it all goes down financially, so I don't suppress you, your self-esteem, and right to self-determination. See, I've learned new phrases and ideologues. And I used to think that when you cared for someone, it didn't matter what it cost to help them, show kindness in all ways, especially financial, and by assisting them with whatever needs they have. Turns out, us men are backward, patriarchal bullies, who need to knock off all that HONEY and DARLING and other blather, keep it an even keel and especially make sure that we keep our stunted ideas of providing, doing, looking after your needs, and other things we happily do without being asked or told, because we are on some subconscious, subtle way, invoking our male privilege and dominating your life in an oppressive and gender abusive way. Feminists are the new branding of the coming years, what with Hillary coming into power and men being taken down at every single turn. Well, I'm ahead of the male curve. I intend to give modern woman everything they've been wanting and for years, apparently. Get me.
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Tuesday, February 9, 2016
No More Free Drinks
Men in College men starting to get the message about rape culture. They
are so scared about being called rapists and getting thrown out of
school through false allegations that they are now no longer going out
with college girls and buying them drinks. So if a man buys a woman a
drink he's a potential rapist and if he doesn't buy her a drink he's
cheap.
This is a game of catch 22 and men with rational minds see this
is a no win scenario so they are avoiding places that serve alcohol. I'm
hoping that college aged men stop taking women on dates to restaurants
for fear that women will order alcohol with their meal. I hope so called
rape culture takes women's free drinks and free meals away. I hope they
suffer by getting less male attention. The culture is essentially
training men to associate being generous to a woman with being a
potential rapist. So is it wonder that men are going their own way.
There is only so much suspicion a man can take before he just gives up,
walks away from the table and goes his own way.
Here is a partial
reading from the article from the Washington Examiner talking about this
issue. "Thanks to an increased focus on sexual assaults on college
campuses – mostly due to an overblown statistic claiming 20 percent of
college women have been sexually assaulted – young college men are
starting to rethink how they talk to women. At first glance that might
seem like a good thing – men learning to be more respectful of women and
not be so rapey – but that’s not what this is. This is about men
actually avoiding contact with women because they’re afraid a simple
kiss or date could lead to a sexual assault accusation. Bloomberg
reporters John Lauerman and Jennifer Surane interviewed multiple men
from colleges like Harvard and Stanford who expressed concern over what
was once known as a "hook-up culture" but is now labeled by feminists as
"rape culture." The change in terminology ensures that all
responsibility is placed on men, just because of their gender. Take
Malik Gill of Harvard University, who said he wouldn't even give a
female classmate a beer. “I don’t want to look like a predator,” Gill
told Bloomberg. “It’s a little bit of a blurred line.” Gone are the days
of buying a woman a drink – even if it’s just to be nice. Gill also
told Lauerman and Surane that after he passed on the contact information
of a woman who said she was interested in his fraternity brother, his
friend was hesitant to call her. “Even though she was interested, he
didn't want to pressure her,” Gill said. “He was worried about making
her feel uncomfortable.” William Pollack, a Harvard Medical School
psychologist, told the Bloomberg reporters about a patient who was
kissing a girl during a party and began thinking about what would happen
if things went further. “‘I want to go to law school or medical school
after this,’” the student said, according to Pollack. “‘I said to her,
it’s been nice seeing you.’” Pollack also noted that the media attention
to campus sexual assault has led to a “witch-hunt” mentality. “Most
males would never do anything to harm a young woman,” Pollack told the
Bloomberg reporters. But the current focus is “starting to scare the
heck out of the wrong people.”
are so scared about being called rapists and getting thrown out of
school through false allegations that they are now no longer going out
with college girls and buying them drinks. So if a man buys a woman a
drink he's a potential rapist and if he doesn't buy her a drink he's
cheap.
This is a game of catch 22 and men with rational minds see this
is a no win scenario so they are avoiding places that serve alcohol. I'm
hoping that college aged men stop taking women on dates to restaurants
for fear that women will order alcohol with their meal. I hope so called
rape culture takes women's free drinks and free meals away. I hope they
suffer by getting less male attention. The culture is essentially
training men to associate being generous to a woman with being a
potential rapist. So is it wonder that men are going their own way.
There is only so much suspicion a man can take before he just gives up,
walks away from the table and goes his own way.
Here is a partial
reading from the article from the Washington Examiner talking about this
issue. "Thanks to an increased focus on sexual assaults on college
campuses – mostly due to an overblown statistic claiming 20 percent of
college women have been sexually assaulted – young college men are
starting to rethink how they talk to women. At first glance that might
seem like a good thing – men learning to be more respectful of women and
not be so rapey – but that’s not what this is. This is about men
actually avoiding contact with women because they’re afraid a simple
kiss or date could lead to a sexual assault accusation. Bloomberg
reporters John Lauerman and Jennifer Surane interviewed multiple men
from colleges like Harvard and Stanford who expressed concern over what
was once known as a "hook-up culture" but is now labeled by feminists as
"rape culture." The change in terminology ensures that all
responsibility is placed on men, just because of their gender. Take
Malik Gill of Harvard University, who said he wouldn't even give a
female classmate a beer. “I don’t want to look like a predator,” Gill
told Bloomberg. “It’s a little bit of a blurred line.” Gone are the days
of buying a woman a drink – even if it’s just to be nice. Gill also
told Lauerman and Surane that after he passed on the contact information
of a woman who said she was interested in his fraternity brother, his
friend was hesitant to call her. “Even though she was interested, he
didn't want to pressure her,” Gill said. “He was worried about making
her feel uncomfortable.” William Pollack, a Harvard Medical School
psychologist, told the Bloomberg reporters about a patient who was
kissing a girl during a party and began thinking about what would happen
if things went further. “‘I want to go to law school or medical school
after this,’” the student said, according to Pollack. “‘I said to her,
it’s been nice seeing you.’” Pollack also noted that the media attention
to campus sexual assault has led to a “witch-hunt” mentality. “Most
males would never do anything to harm a young woman,” Pollack told the
Bloomberg reporters. But the current focus is “starting to scare the
heck out of the wrong people.”
Monday, February 8, 2016
Women of the 21st century
1) No longer know loyalty
2) No longer know how to run a household
3) No longer cook
4) No longer clean
5) Have unrealistic expectations
6) No longer strive to remain beautiful once they get a ring.
And because
1) The legal system is set up entirely to benefit females at the EXPENSE of males
2) No longer know how to run a household
3) No longer cook
4) No longer clean
5) Have unrealistic expectations
6) No longer strive to remain beautiful once they get a ring.
And because
1) The legal system is set up entirely to benefit females at the EXPENSE of males
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| FemiNazi in chief |
Chemically Castrate Men Who "Harass" Women, Says Feminist Professor
These feminist hypocrites always fail to mention how many men suffer
domestic violence and verbal, emotional & physical abuse from their
women. It just never gets reported because men are usually too ashamed
to report abuse by their wives and if he retaliates, the law always
takes the women's side, even is SHE initiated the violence/abuse!
The Sexodus & The Denigration of Men
Had a "modern independent woman" make it clear she wanted to start a sexual relationship with me ("I want to take you home and fuck you for days" were her exact words). She was surprised when I declined and angrily demanded to know why she was being rejected ("You must be fucking gay" were her exact words). To the contrary, I explained in that calm, soothing voice that totally pisses off an angry woman, "Besides not wanting to risk contracting a disease from you there's also the very real possibility you might get pregnant and, frankly, I don't want to be legally and financially bound to you for the next 18 years."
She went BALLISTIC. If you've never seen a woman completely lose it, its like a cross between the puking scene in The Exorcist and the alien baby tearing its way out of the belly in Alien. Total loss of all emotional control, even her ability to speak. She was drooling this foamy spit out of her mouth and her face was crimson red. Just pure rage trying to hit me and throw anything she could pick up at me. It was magnificent in its self-ownage. My friends still laugh about it to this day.
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