<< : 2003-11-15 :: 11:14 p.m. : >>
Why can't men be more like their Penis?

Men are nothing but a dilluted drug

we keep slamming our head against a wall for.

We give, oh hell we give, for what?

For their inadiaquite self deprication, cantancorous immature humor, there emotionally retatrded feelings, or their consitpated ideas, and emotions.

Oh they were a joke, a joke woman rarely get to laugh with,or when low get to laugh at, but are always the butt to their amusing selves.

They never say anything that doesn't make a sweet sound to there own ego, never look past anything beside the shiny presence of there own intelligent thoughts.

When your cross or have opinions of your own, you are a bitch, a judgemental bitch at that.

We can look past there follies, but our made to face, change or eat away at ours.

We are stripped to be labeled by them at conception.

Who will carry on the name, the penis generations.

Playboy's like a good book to the only part of them willing to connect, committ, and never contradics.

It is true in it's attempt, never lies, and will never judge during the task at hand.

Why can't a man be more like his penis.

Why can't a woman blow them into another universe where there reguregtated echos can be heard by others of his own make.

If we are the mirror of a man, to keep them for being there normal asshole selves.

They are not looking hard enough, there is faluire or a virus of blindness now.

Stick to masterbating...it a much nicer game.

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