Bells said:Jaybee
Let me guess, your wife gets pregnant
I'm single, and deliberately so - you cannot POSSIBLY think I'd be so stupid as to just SURRENDER 50% of everything that she didn't pay for?
and you make her wear pink and a giant bow in her hair
Mmmm, delicious thought! Although between sexy and aggressive, and sexy and kittenish, I'll take the former everyday. I'll like my women to be the best kinds of feminists; the ones who wear leather, look DAMNED good in it too, party in Studio 55 until 3 am, go home, throw us on the bed and fuck my brains out until the feral growling from both our mouths is drowned out by the rumblings from our stomachs for breakfast.
refuse to let her leave the house lest her delicate sensibilities be subjected to the cruel male world and only speak to her in hushed tones so that she is never upset.
I believe in treating a woman like a lady, until she merits or requests (Mmmm...) otherwise
Or could it be that you need 9 months to come up with a better argument? And if all else fails imitating OBL is the final solution..
Say what you like about that evil bastard, the man is a genius; who else (but Bush?) could have crafted such an attack? The Pentagon no longer pentagonal, hundreds of Jews killed, and brings the Middle East war ONTO New World soil for the first time ever.
My dear little boy,
Ahhh wait now; don't use that word unless you've physically pinned me beneath you, and if you have, don't be so polite about the surrounding language. Moreover, I promise you, even leaving aside my 6'0" and 244Ibs of bodybuilt muscle, there is ABSOLUTELY nothing small about me.
I'm not riled, merely amused. I am riled however when my head is hanging over the toilet at 2am while the child's dear father is standing behind me telling me that eating something will help the morning sickness pass and then lists what he can make for me... amongst toast, he lists bacon, eggs, steak... all of which make me hurl even more and even while I feel the contents of my body coming out through my mouth, I can still get riled enough to tell him where to go. Pregnant women are not delicate flowers that need to be wrapped in cotton wool.
For all your scriptual and descriptive aggression, and general chutzpah, you're nonetheless a delicate, flesh and blood human being who is capable of being hurt, emotionally or physically. I can well imagine that, up to today, you've left several of your male sparring partners on this forum, who weighed in at twice what you did, on the proverbial canvas staring up at the lights, regaining consciousness and screaming with terror.
Trouble is, you're a prizefighter who now happens to contain another human MUCH more vulnerable than yourself.
Offer any pregnant woman steak when she's suffering from a severe bout of morning sickness and you'll end up being the one trying to protect your delicates.
I suggest you buy some Muesli for breakfast.
And yet none of us could ever assume that you'd ever have the talent or intelligence to pretend to be a woman. .
Nor the time.
And here you are saying that men are better at being scientific. How about you just don't use yourself as an example to prove your point? Hmmm?
Gendanken
I AM good at acting within gender - as that post showed.
Speaking from personal experience Lou? Is that where you think your not quite right tag stems from?
Yes we do live in the same town. And what you don't know Lou is that I tracked you down, rummaged through your garbage bins to find a used discarded condom, and after a slurp with a turkey baster later.. voila! We have baby. But we'll let my boyfriend believe he's the real father ok? After all, evolution dictates that the female will look to any mate that can best support herself and her offspring. Sadly for this child, I found all the little Barbie underwear, you're obviously fond of wearing judging by the stains you left behind, discarded in your bin after the turkey baster was already successful. So you just don't quite cut it anymore. But get rid of that fetish Lou and you never know... this child might start calling you Daddy after all.
And you don't need to worry Lou, I don't think the child will be walking around with a magnifying glass to try spot that 'bulge' in your pants. We'll just hope that your genes are weak.
Geez, you're crazy!!
Really, I kind of envy and sympathise simultaneously with your boyfriend. You can guess why.
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