It used to be so great to be a man. Women were there to please us. They'd look after the kids and we go out and have a good time. That's the natural order of things. NO MA'AM (National Organization of Men Against Amazonian Masterhood) Purpose is to fight the increasing power of women all over society (and to bowl and drink beer of course). We accept men, men running away from the wife & kids & of course lesbians. We will only have men stuff such as girls, sports, cars, nudie bars, vote on official beers & discuss men purpose in life & figure out why Ryan Seacrest has a star on the walk of fame. This group is for 18 & over. When you're NO MA'AM, you're NO MA'AM for life.
I Care, by Al Bundy. When hooters jiggle around and I find nickels on the ground, I care. When a Mustang engine purrs and the bathroom is not hers, I care. When the pitcher's on the mound and the wife is underground, I care. When a prostitute named Jo Smith says she has a gift then when I uncover my eyes & her skirt is lifted, I care.
What the f*** you talking about BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY your hoe peggy didnt do s*** for you and your retarded kids. She can't cook,clean dishes,or even sweep...That hoe complains about being hungry and poor cuz yo ass work as a shoes sales man lmao....YEAHHHHHHHHH BOYYYYYYYYYYYYY
You think I'm a loser? Because I have a stinking job that I hate, a family that doesn't respect me, and a whole city that curses the day I was born? Well, that may mean loser to you, but let me tell you something. Every day when I wake up in the morning, I know it's not going to get any better until I go back to sleep. So I get up. I have my watered-down Tang and my still-frozen Pop Tart. I get in my car with no gas, no upholstery, and six more payments. I fight honking traffic just for the privilege of putting cheap shoes onto the cloven hooves of people like you. I'll never play football like I wanted to. I'll never know the touch of a beautiful woman. And I'll never know the joy of driving through the city without a bag over my head. But I'm not a loser. Because, despite it all, me and every other guy who'll never be what they wanted to be, is out there, being what we don't want to be, forty hours a week, for life. And the fact that I didn't put a gun in my mouth years ago - that little fact makes me a winner, baby.
Now wait a second. My pretty friend named Ani Hatzhell-with the brain of a fruit-fly--earned a thousand dollars in three nights... should I be worried?
You can kill them if you want, you'd just get arrested for it. Like I said, you're a waste of life, so find something more constructive to do. Protest your point on the streets, unless you're too cowardly.