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Women are not special

We're told that little girls are made of sugar, spice and all things nice. They dress in frilly pink lace. Bows and ribbons adorn their pigtails. They're small, delicate cherubs. Maurice Chevalier thanked heaven for little girls. he's dead! And those fragile, sweet, petite brats he sand about grew up to be full-time bitches. Spineless cunts.

Go now, my friend, into a ladies room and take a deep whiff. Smell it? It's the stench of pussy, the annoying aroma of VAGINA. Women's genitals crank out horrible cottage cheese-like discharges. Chicks may spend hours preening in a bathroom, but it won't mask their rank. They baptize themselves with perfumes and squirt douches up their gashes in an endless pursuit of sparkling-clean femininity. The pungency of their colognes, hair sprays, nail polishes, and skin creams smells worse than rotted corpses. But at least these cosmetics smell better than the average rancid snatch. When my husband first went down on me, he was shocked to find that he wasn't taking a trip to Sea World. He asked if I was from another planet. I had (and have) no smell. This is rarer than a talking mule. Whenever I've sniffed my bloodiest tampons, even ones with clots the size of egg yolks, there's no odor. I can't say the same for my "sisters".

There's nothing worse than a room full of smelly women. With ear-piercing voices, shrill laughs, and affected stances, they are talentless hens shamelessly cackling their needs. these yentas hang together in coffee klatches, feeding off gossip from their "girlfriends". But do they truly care about one another? Hell no! They're battle axes who eye each other suspiciously. They compete more viciously than men. Women were born to claw each other's eyes out. These wenches are not true friends and cannot be trusted. These whores congregate to discuss such vital topics as how many carats lie in their diamond wedding band, who's pregnant, the latest action on the soaps, their mother-in-law's lung operation, home appliances, linoleum, breast implants, and what brand of coffee tastes best. It's downhill from there. As they age, their brain rot spreads. They develop cellulite, sprout hemorrhoids, hit menopause, buy wigs, dry up and then, thank God, they finally die. But their daughters continue the she-devil cycle.

Dumbass damsels in distress. Dames consider themselves victims, yet they victimize their male counterparts. They become their man's mommy. He's their puppet, and mommy's in control. Mommy pulls that invisible cat-o-nine-tails out of her panties and pussy-whips her little boy into emotional slavery. She screams out demands at her boyfriend or husband. he passively obliges, his balls receding into his sac. Women are calculation hypocrites. They'll attack a man for being a "sexist pig" while rating his butt, joking about his hair, and measuring his desirability by his savings account balance. Women scron men for being insensitive and money0hungry but chastise them if their gifts didn't cost enough. Men shouldn't take it.

Women bitch about equality, but down deep, they still want Mr. testicles to pay. Clinging to their partner with eyes pleading, their burning desire is to force lover-boy into making that costly purchase. They use guys for jewelry, food, rent, clothes, cars, furniture, career growth, money, flowers, homes, vacations, everything. In return, she gives the man three minutes to ply at her stinking love mound.

Women believe that they're clean, pure, and godly souls. They appear angelic, but their minds are fuming with full-blast cuntiness. They act meek but have swallowed more loads and licked out more assholes than there are days on the calendar.

They possess a high holy attitude about being women, as if there's something spiritually exalted about owning a uterus. Women think that since they ovulate, bleed every month, and have milk dripping out of their tits, they're special. Human females are baby machines, just like female gerbils, hippos, and vampire bats. Women have bad taste in music, movies, and ideas. I've never met another woman who enlightened me. Finally, here's a chick who rejects the concept of "sisterhood" and has the guts to sat that other women are boring, unoriginal twats. Career women, lesbians, single mothers, feminists, nuns, punk chicks WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE?

Though they march in protest lines, study art in Paris, and go to law school, they inevitably lie down and give birth like the sows they are. When a chick tells me of her desire for a child, I punch in a wall with my fist. But the next time some bitch tells me this, I'll punch in her ugly face instead.

Women say they're either against abortion or pro-choice. I'm the first woman in history to say that there should be NO choice. If women were truly pro-choice, they'd choose to keep their fat legs shut. But they're just talking shit when they talk about "controlling their bodies", and they want the government (ie. daddy) to pay for their sloppy one-night stands. Destroy all infants, remove all ovaries, and pay abortionists more than the president!

I was never a bitch and never will be. I'm full of hate on the outside, but inside there's a heart of gold. With most women, it's the other way around. Unlike the others, there's no pose here. Besides having neither a maternal instinct nor vaginal odor, i'm brutally honest. That's a trait other women can't tolerate. When confronted with honesty, they run away screaming. I smile when I'm amused, not to pry something out of a man. I say what i think, not what my girlfriends expect me to say. Why can't they all be like me? Because their genitals breed weakness! A cunt is a cunt is a cunt. Your mother was a cunt, her mother was a cunt, and all your little girls will be cunts. Shave your head, cut off your tits, sew up your crotch, and then give me a call.

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