02-17-2002, 01:25 AM
Here is another that fuckin kills me:
Why in God's name do women have to ask loaded questions? Am I fat? How do I look? How much do you love me? These fuckin questions are just posed to make men squirm damn it. Women ask these questions with all rebuttles all thought out and it is fuckin sickening. If you spent the last month on the couch eating some Ben & Jerry's, yeah, your fuckin fat. If you are wearing sweats and a ripped t shirt, you look like a homeless slob. When they finally invent a fuckin scale that dicates the ammount of love one has then I will be more than happy to answer. Now, get the fuck out of the way of the damned TV, sportscenter is on and your fat, bloated, sweat pants wearing ass that I happen to be in love with is in the fuckin way. Bitch.
Why in God's name do women have to ask loaded questions? Am I fat? How do I look? How much do you love me? These fuckin questions are just posed to make men squirm damn it. Women ask these questions with all rebuttles all thought out and it is fuckin sickening. If you spent the last month on the couch eating some Ben & Jerry's, yeah, your fuckin fat. If you are wearing sweats and a ripped t shirt, you look like a homeless slob. When they finally invent a fuckin scale that dicates the ammount of love one has then I will be more than happy to answer. Now, get the fuck out of the way of the damned TV, sportscenter is on and your fat, bloated, sweat pants wearing ass that I happen to be in love with is in the fuckin way. Bitch.