swampman posted:that goaty urge
swampman posted:i dont have that goat urge so how about just death to men with that goaty urge
seriously, though, that goat is in you, however it may hide. THAT GOAT IS IN YOU
that what Wisdom wants us to be.
She is a woman. She always loves only a man of war.
nobles, and fighting-men generally, above all other kinds of
suitors — and rightly so.
Nothing so lowers a lover in a virile maiden's estimation,
than for him to be 'whipped' in a personal encounter with a rival.
Among all classes of females this sentiment persists. The best bid a
man can make for the admiration of any women (even the most
pious) is a display of undaunted physical prowess.
Young women have an instinctive detestation for the 'good
young man that died' kind of adorer, and they positively abhor the
pale coward— even though he be a blood relation. Strength, energy-
of-character, ferocity, and courage, she admires in her possible
husband, above all other qualities combined. Even to be carried-off
by force, is not repugnant to her feelings, if the 'bold bad man' is in
other respects acceptable.
She pines to be 'wooed and won,' (or as it were) she likes to feel that she has been mastered, conquered, taken possession of—
that the man who has stormed her heart is in all respects, a man
among men.
Y_KANT_HARRY_REID posted:every problem in the world right now can be traced back to masculinity. war, oppression, economic inequality -- all of it can be laid at the feet of the primitive masculine urge to dominate, to the be the goat on the highest heap of dung. death to men
Sorry your boyfriend cheated or whatever, but no
Y_KANT_HARRY_REID posted:every problem in the world right now can be traced back to masculinity. war, oppression, economic inequality -- all of it can be laid at the feet of the primitive masculine urge to dominate, to the be the goat on the highest heap of dung. death to men
it's "funny" how it's okay to say "death to men," but not "death to women," even though men are four times as likely to be the victims of murder. just some food for thought from the Wickerman.
Y_KANT_HARRY_REID posted:every problem in the world right now can be traced back to masculinity. war, oppression, economic inequality -- all of it can be laid at the feet of the primitive masculine urge to dominate, to the be the goat on the highest heap of dung. death to men
hi futurewidow
The sweat on the strippers pussy ran down her leg and shone like diamonds under the light of the disco ball. She looked closer--there, standing in the middle of
the room was a man so large that it frightened her. The stripper rubbed her eyes. She remembered seeing him on the streets of Pattaya. He was terrifying looking with his tribal tattoos, short-shorts, hiking boots, and gold bling, but was he feeding homeless animals, and perhaps she thought, this monstrosity had a heart. She had be warned about him. Her girlfriends called him "The Pussy Destroyer" in Thai. He had pulverized the uterus's of over a thousand Thai women, and now he was here, and staring straight at her.
She wanted to get off stage, but it was almost time for her show. She was almost at the end of her career and had been relegated to shooting ping pong balls from her sweaty meat curtains. It was a mixture of vaginal flatulence and muscle contractions that allowed her to shoot just about anything out of her pussy. As well worn and seasoned as her vajayjay was, she still trembled in fear of the hulking man before her.
The music came on, and it was the cue that she had to begin. Reluctantly, she lay down on the stage and spread her legs. The hulking man pulled up a chair and sat down. She tried to ignore him, but his eyes bore through her soul. It was a look that said "I'm claiming you, and I will destroy your pussy also."
The stripper muttered a Buddhist prayer under her breath for protection, and then inserted the first of the ping pong balls. She arched her pelvis and flexed her pussy muscles. When her beaver burped, the ping pong ball exploded from her vagina with the velocity of a bullet.
A stunned "Ooohhhh!" erupted from the crowd. The stripper opened her eyes and looked around. There was the hulking man with the tribal tattoos. He smiled at her, revealing the ping pong ball caught perfectly between his teeth.
"My turn, baby." he said.
The hulking man turned around and dropped his short-shorts. It was an ass cut from granite. Something no mortal man could ever create, no matter how man squats they did in the gym. The hulking man placed the ping pong ball between his butt cheeks and flexed. It shot out of his steely buns with the force of a cannon. The ping pong ball shot across the bar, and out the door, and knocked out an Indian guy trying to sell someone a suit.
"I must be getting rusty. I was aiming for a Jet ski operator on the beach." he said.
The stripper was intrigued. Never had she been in the presence of such a man before. Would she too become one of his victims? If he destroyed her pussy, how would she eat? How would she feed her family? Suddenly, there was a commotion. Several members of the Ka yai, or Thai mafia had entered the bar. They were brandishing knives and one of them had a chainsaw.
"You!" one of the Thai mafia guys yelled. He was pointing at the hulking man in the short-shorts.
"You destroy too many pussy in Pattaya. You go home now or we going to cut off your banana!"
The hulking man in the hiking boots just stood there. Slowly, he pulled down his shorts and an instant "ooohhhh!" erupted from the ladies. From her vantage point, the stripper could not see the hulking man's manhood, but she imagined it to be like a Burmese python on steroids.
"Just try." was all the hulking man said.
"Get him! Cut it off now! Never again will you destroy pussy in Pattaya!"
The chainsaw wielding man revved it up and charged. The hulking man just crossed his arms and waited. The Thai man brought the chainsaw down on the hulking mans crotch, and the stripper closed her eyes. All she could hear was the sound of metal grinding against something even harder than steel.
The chainsaw guy's jaw dropped. The teeth of the chainsaw had broken on the hulking man's manhood. This could not be. No amount of Viagra could make something so hard. He couldn't be human. The hulking man with the tribal tattoos' smiled.
"My turn." he said.
In a move so fast, the human eye could not detect it, the hulking man had taken the chainsaw guy to the ground. The hulking man stood over him and cock slapped him in the head so hard that the chainsaw guy's brains oozed out of his ears.
"Kill him!" the leader of the Thai mafia yelled, and his henchmen rushed forward to kill the pussy destroyer of Pattaya.
The stripper saw that the hulking man in the short-shorts was outnumbered, but he quickly dispatched his assailants with moves she had only seen in action movies.
Trembling with fear, the Thai mafia leader fled. When he was at a safe distance, he turned around and yelled, "We not finished, pussy destroyer! I will kill you!"
The hulking man moved towards the exit like a lion going in for the kill, when the stripper saw one of the assailants getting up from the ground. He pulled a knife and was only a few feet away from plunging it into the neck of the pussy destroyer of Pattaya. Thinking quickly, the stripper inserted a dart into her pussy. She aimed it at the Thai gangster and fired.
The dart shot out of the strippers pussy like one of Hanumans arrows, and lodged in the brain stem of the Thai gangster. The hulking man spun around as the Thai gangster fell dead.
The hulking man looked up. He saw the Thai stripper and her mighty meat curtains laying on the stage.
"You saved me." he said to her gently.
"Yes, I save you. Now please don't destroy my pussy. It's how I feed my family." She pleaded.
The hulking man extended one of his mighty hands to her.
"I promise. I will never destroy your pussy." he said.
Frightened, but excited, the stripper gave him her hand, and he suddenly threw her over his shoulder and walked out of the club. he looked like Conan, only more awesome.
"but wait til you see what I do to your asshole." he said.
....to be continued.
ggw posted:is there a difference between cis masculinity and trans masculinity?
yes, the former is a real thing and the latter an internet phlebebe--BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORING
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swampman posted:the most basic processes of evolution created ants, who are female and love each other
http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2012/09/120926092910.htm
Keven posted:Hm. Your Demand for man-death seems to indicate that your thought process has been corrupted by the same masculinity. For this reason, as well as others, you are hereby banished to the phantom zone.
let me outta this wack-ass crystal prison
swampman posted:the most basic processes of evolution created ants, who are female and love each other
ants are slaveowning warmongers
MadMedico posted:swampman posted:the most basic processes of evolution created ants, who are female and love each other
http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2012/09/120926092910.htm
that is so neat
Goethestein posted:swampman posted:the most basic processes of evolution created ants, who are female and love each other
ants are slaveowning warmongers
SOUNDS LIKE MY EX! *whipcrack*
Wickerman posted:Y_KANT_HARRY_REID posted:every problem in the world right now can be traced back to masculinity. war, oppression, economic inequality -- all of it can be laid at the feet of the primitive masculine urge to dominate, to the be the goat on the highest heap of dung. death to men
it's "funny" how it's okay to say "death to men," but not "death to women," even though men are four times as likely to be the victims of murder. just some food for thought from the Wickerman.
ah yes but it's usually men doing the killing 