This guy can fuck right off. To be more clear, he’s opening jars with his bare hands because I’m too busy holding onto his love handles while I fuck him in the ass >.> This would be because he burned the fucking roast, didn’t have my drink ready for me when I got home and then couldn’t even make a proper sandwich to make up for his copious inequities.
Maybe I get served first because the server realizes that I should probably get as much to eat as quickly as I can, as I’ll probably be carrying your stay-at-home-doodling-for-a-career ass and I’ll need the extra energy.
Scott Adams wrote this post today, March 7 2011, on his blog and then deleted it.
The topic my readers most want me to address is something called men’s rights. (See previous post.) This is a surprisingly good topic. It’s dangerous. It’s relevant. It isn’t…