“You horrid beast!” she cried, beating impotently on his muscular hairy chest with her tiny fists. “You, cruel, evil, lecherous, violent…male! You're the cause of all the problems in the world!”
“Shut up, wench!” he snarled and began to ravage her.
“Oh oh!” she cried in ecstasy, her clothes falling off. “I love you -- you, you – manly man!” She had finally, after decades of searching, found true happiness.
He grinned. He understood women. Men were masters and women were slaves. Now, she understood it, too. And she was happy.
These few sentences top what most game blogs put out in a fortnight.
(However, to be fair, how come the feminists never go after romance novels as "rape manuals"? :))
However, to be fair, how come the feminists never go after romance novels as "rape manuals"?
Because the read them themselves...
Women flip out when men say they know what women want and need.
Then they write fantasy tripe like this, where their dream men know exactly what they want and need! HAR HAR HAR!
If anyone needs me I will be in the hospital again with laughing cramps and TSS (Toxic Snark Syndrome).
This man has a lethal sense of humour at times...
OK, Bob, you asked for it. Time to turn my heavy artillery on you!
Ouch, baby, ouch.
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