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 Sunday, December 31, 2006
On being a good host and a good guest, taken from "The Magic Key to Charm" by Eileen Ascroft (1938)
Here are some practical hints which every thoughtful hostess should remember for her guest's comfort:- Among them are several ordinary rules of etiquette which you probably know already. But i give them to you because I think it is very important to know all the conventional rules of behaviour. When you are in doubt about about whether you are doing the right thing, you cannot express charm. But when you know the accepted conventions, you can either follow them naturally or think up charming variations of your own.
1. A spare-room should be just as comfortable as your own bedroom with a bed you wouldn't mind sleeping on yourself.
2. Always tell your guest the times of meals and when the bathroom is free her first day, so that she fits in with the household.
3. Always see that all your guests know one another at a dinner or small party. Of course at a large gathering this is impossible, so introduce late-comers to a little group of people.
4. In case you are in doubt about how to introduce people, always introduce a man to a woman. A younger woman is usually presented to an older woman and an unmarried woman to a married woman. In the case of two young people, at an informal occasion it is more friendly to dispense with the Mr., Mrs., or Miss, and use the Christian name instead. When you introduce two people, don't just say their names and then leave them to it, feeling you've done your duty. They will both be grateful if you give them something in common to talk about before leaving them. If you know they are both interested in something, say: "You ought to have plenty to talk about as you both like..." or "Miss Y has just got back from Switzerland." Any little thing will do as long as it gives them a lifeline, to start a conversation.
5. Never let your guests bore one another. If you see a conversation in the throes of boredom, either break them up or introduce someone new into the group.
6. If you give a party, make an unobtrusive little tour round the room every so often to make sure no one is left out, or bored. But don't worry people by inquiring if they have everything. There's a great difference between a fussy hostess and a charming one!
7. If you have guests staying with you, don't arrange something for every minute of the day for them. Most people like to have a certain amount of time to themselves.
8. When inviting people to dinner ot a party or even to stay, always state the time you expect them to arrive and if it is for a visit, state how many days you are inviting them to stay. it is also considerate to give them some idea of what plans you have made so that they will know what clothes to bring. In the case of a dinner or a party always say whether it is evening dress or not. This saves people a lot of doubt and possible embarrassment.
9. Devote one drawer in the spare room to all the little gadgets which guests so often need and forget to bring or haven't room for in their luggage. Clothes brush, tooth brush, tooth paste, hair brush, and comb, hair pins, curby grips, safety pins, needles and cotton, scissors, notepaper, postcards, ink, a pen that writes, bedroom slippers, and a spare nightie. It's great fun to be able to put someone up at a moment's notice and produce everything they need out of a magic drawer.
10. Make your guests feel honoured and pampered by little attentions to her comfort. Flowers in her room, bath salts ready for her bath, tea in the morning in a pretty cup, a bottle in her bed at night if it's cold and fruit by her bedside and a special case for her table napkin at table- they are all small gestures of charm.
11. Always have interesting books and magazines in your house for your guests to read. Keep a small, good selection in the spare room.
12. Never feel embarrassed because you cannot return the hospitality you receive. There is absolutely no obligation to do so. Entertain in whatever way is easiest and most pleasant for you. a tea-party or a sherry party can be just as much fun as as the grandest dinner or dance. Whatever you choose always make your guests feel that it is fun to have them. Never let them suspect that they mean extra work or trouble and arrange things so that they mean as little extra work and trouble as possible.
The secret of being a good hostess is an important one. But the secret of being a good guest is an even more important one. You want to be popular, don't you? You want people to love you and seek your company.
A charming guest is invited again and again.
The chief qualities of a charming guest are a holiday spirit, a sense of humour, consideration for one's host or hostess and the will to get on with one's fellow guests.
A charming guest arrives looking pleased and excited to have been invited, with a look of anticipation of fun to come. She joins wholeheartedly in anything her host or hostess suggests and she's always ready to see the funny side of things. And she infects her fellow-guests with her gaiety and friendliness.
here are some practical hints on how to be considerate:
1. Always be punctual. This is very important, as nothing is more annoying for a hostess than the lateness of her guests.
2. Never outstay your welcome. If you're asked for a certain length of time, leave then. Only stay on if your host and hostess are really pressing. At a party never stay right till the end. Leave when the bulk of the other guests leave.
3. Never forget to show your gratitude for hospitality. The conventional bread-and-butter letter is such a cold, stilted acknowledgement, I always think. A very charming way of saying "Thank you" is with flowers. a tiny posy of flowers with a tiny note, "It was a lovely evening; thank you so much!" is a gesture which will delight any hostess.
4. Always try to fit in with a household where you are staying. Follow the ordinary routine, and make as little extra work and trouble as possible.
5. Help your hostess by helping to keep other guests amused and interested, and always be kind and sweet to everyone you meet in her house.
6. Don't expect to be amused every minute of the time. Remember that your hostess probably has to attend to the ordinary running of her house. Either offer to help her or be prepared to amuse yourself for a certain time each day.
7. Be ready to enjoy yourself, and let your hostess know that you are having a lovely time.
8. Never give your hostess' servants any extra work unless they volunteer to do some little thing for you. It is usually nice to give them some little appreciation of your gratitude when you leave. Give it to them yourself with an expression of thanks. It is much more charming than leaving it for them on the dressing table. Never let the amount worry you. It is the gesture that matters. Give them what you can afford, however small.
9. Be just as careful of other people's things as you would of your own- even more careful.
10. If you are invited to stay it is a charming gesture to take some little gift for your hostess. Flowers are always welcome, or, if she has children, perhaps a toy or chocolate.
11. Observe absolute loyalty to your hostess while under her roof, or when once you have accepted her hospitality. Never criticise her to others or allow others to criticise her to you. Never criticise your fellow guests while you are under her roof, either.
12. Try to be a "credit to your hostess" on all occasions. See that you arrive nicely and appropriately dressed for whatever occasion you are invited. It it is a visit, take the right clothes with you. If you are not sure what you will need, write to your hostess and consult her. Never let your hostess down by bad behaviour or rudeness.
Posted by 며느리 at
4:23 PM
Friday, December 08, 2006
Something very sad has happened to love.
..As obvious that sperm and egg make baby- so too does love protect him.
Men who do not love are weak. A point not made for sake of mere character assassination, but from scientific observation. The chemical response triggered by a threat to ones dearly loved produces a formidable force easily articulated in one sentence- Mess with my baby- and I will kill you. This extends further to the protectors and providers of our babies. Mess with my woman, by god, I will kill you.
Like the lion or the silverback, not only does he mean it, he'll have the adrenalin to back it up. True love does something to a man. It makes him tough as hell.
So where did all the strong men go? Now exists an age in the Western World of the epidemic abandonment of woman and child. The exhausted, single mother struggling to maintain all the child raising duties an entire tribe once performed, is not an unfortunate exception. She is the norm. A far, desperate cry from women's liberation.
What happened?
Imagine, just for a moment that the black rights movement in America was fiercely responded to by the establishment press- with the mass production of racist imagery. Masses upon masses of images of the African American naked, splayed in all thinkable positions, and then some unthinkable. Splayed naked and degraded purely for the consumption of white man.. Images scrawled over and over and over with the words "dirty filthy c#ck sucking niggers
The damage would be the envy of every aspiring Klan member.
Imagine then for a moment, you are black.
Imagine that almost every white person you know fully embraces this deliberate attack on your people, and has their own personal collection of racist catalogues hidden under their bed… To fill the mind with just before the lights go out.
How could you take a white as a lover- when they so clearly appreciated the degradation of your entire people, as a means to become sexually exited? A white who places their own gratification so highly above your own liberation?
And then if you do lay down with the white… how can you believe they do not take you as their own, personal little nigger? How in any sense of skewing the obvious can you find the faith to believe that they may indeed respect you? Or even love you.
No, it's not a black and white issue. At first glance it's male and female issue.
Just a few short decades ago women finally managed to seize the main stage and like terrorists made demands. The right to work. To be paid for our labour. Help around the house. And most predominately we asked to be treated with respect, and not as pieces of meat.
The establishment response was fast and furious. A kick in the teeth-but almost understandable. At over half the population, carrying more than two thirds of the population's work load, society as we knew it simply couldn't run as it did, should women be treated a little more fairly. Rich men grow fat off the free labour of the disenfranchised. They had to do something.
As quickly as women seized the stage it was snatched straight back in an immense retaliation, personified mostly by the words dirty, filthy c#ck sucking sluts, and the mass production of overtly crude and sexist imagery, to be sold to our husbands, boyfriends, fathers, brothers and uncles.
They got us where it hurts the most. And it hurts, because with a resounding "I'd buy that for a dollar!" those who should protect us, rolled over for the establishment and brought its' retaliation home to us. Hid it under the bed. Put it on the wall. Stashed it next to the toilet.
A far cry from respect indeed. One step forward and we were thrown hard against the wall. We were being taught lesson.
It hurts women all right. It hurts a lot. For a while we've tried to go along with it. Reconstructed the ashes of still smouldering bras to create the padded, wired push up bras we thought would please. Ripped the hair of our bodies with hot wax. Spent our hard won money on endless beauty products. Undergone the knife so that some qualified man could make better breasts than the "ugly" ones provided by nature.
We kept quiet about women's rights. The last thing a young girl wanted to be seen as was a feminist. Perhaps it was a convenient lack of education… the fact that no one taught us in school that our very few rights were only very recently hard won and never to be taken for granted…that women forgot to keep on defending themselves.
Women made hard the effort to be good. To submit. To woo our men back. To emulate. To be as good as the paper on their walls.
For above any need for respect and emancipation was the biological imperative to find and keep a mate who will one day protect our babies.
We've even started bleaching our anuses.
It hasn't worked. Our men have left us anyway.
The backlash against women worked perhaps better for the establishment than they ever could have guessed. At first glance, it would seem that it's man against woman. But ever the conspiracy nut- I can't help but discern a pattern far more prejudicial.
What old man sat lonely at the local, drinking to a back drop of gamblers and dog races, returning home to an empty house… is wealthier than the twinkly eyed grandfather swarmed by the adoration of little people? The knowing familiarity of an old woman who can remember where he's come from? Who he is. Grandchildren who will time and time again pull his finger. Cuddles. Laughter. Love.
Men have been sold the lie that the primary function of a woman is to provide sex, the best part of sex is ejaculation, and everything else is a complication to be avoided. They have been lied to, and those who have fallen for the lie are stripped of their honour, and their noble, heroic role as fathers. As strong, tough as guts men. They have been tricked. No longer do men protect families. They protect something far more important to the establishment. They protect the economy.
It makes sense.
When subjugating the people, the last thing the lords want is a furious silverback ready to kill for the sake of his woman and child. An independent hero strong of heart and honour is an inconvenience to the kings. It is a wise tactical move to poison his love.
So you brainwash him.
You don't need her. Here, have this magazine, it's got everything you need. It's better than her- look at her ugly cellulite. She's Disgusting. Men don't settle for cellulite. You want to be a man don't you? A real man? Real men want sex, sex and more sex! Women don't look like that- they look like this. Here, look at this picture. We've sterilized it for you. None of that horrid nature stuff here. And don't you like her fun bags- we made them ourselves! As pretty as plastic she is. You don't need a woman you can do it yourself. That's right, go on, no one's watching. Now be a good boy, have a little look, wipe yourself off and get back to work.
Surely there are more factors in the abandonment of child that seems endemic than simply just pornography. But one must surmise that the continual and unrelenting pressure on a man to view a woman only as a piece of meat and not as a mother, to see a breast as play thing for boys, and not as a natural god given gift to babies… surely this must have some effect on his psyche. Surely mans abandonment of the family must have some connection with the establishment presses unrelenting encouragement to do so. Surely, when told over and over and over and over, that a woman has little more value than the sum of her obvious body parts, some men may come to believe it.
The ruling elite are a crafty bunch. Cast your mind back to the deliberate destruction of the tribe. The construction of the nuclear family- A breeding division capable of sustaining a work force but lacking the political clout and the brute force of the clan.
But even with the nuclear family, there was still a world of daddy's to answer to. Fathers who had something worth fighting for. Mothers who would defend those men. Children who grow up to do just the same. The masters had still not brought the masses to it's knees.
Divide and rule. The family simply had to go.
Perhaps there was never a time when the rulers sat chuckling in the board room crafting ruthless plans to polarise the sexes, disintegrate families, and capitalise on the damage done. Perhaps by accident they got lucky.
But with the unfathomable amount of money spent by the financially elite on predicting, manipulating and controlling the market, one thing is beyond speculation. Our masters must by now have noticed… the mass produced degradation of woman and family serves them well.
A worker without a family is a vulnerable target indeed. A single man who has nothing to work for but his master is the perfect working unit.
A single mother without a spare moment to defend her self is the ultimate subdued feminist.
A child forbidden from seeing two humans make love yet exposed to an endless catacomb of dirty sex and plastic breasts is the ultimate labour reinforcement.
How is a child to know any better when all they know of sex is found in mens magazines and moments snuck online? A child who is educated to see sex as a naughty, filthy embrace, a woman as a toy, how may they ever grow up to understand that sex may be exquisite.
That it may indeed be an act of honour and respect.
One must wonder about a society that censors love.
One must wonder at whose benefit comes this loss of true connection?
Certainly not man, woman or child.
Strategically If you're at the top- keeping man and woman at odds with each other is a smart move.
Devided- never shall man and woman stand strong together and throw revolt against the masters who feed off us.
Sex is not dirty. The nude is not dirty. The body and all of it's expression is a wondrous playground.
Mass produced pornography however is a thing of it's own. It is deliberately destructive and extraordinarily efficient in widening the gap between male and female. It crawls into bed with us. It weakens our ties. It works overtime teaching men that women are worthless sluts. A dime a dozen. Teaching women that men are worthless pigs.
It does not take too much to brainwash the trusting.
Ours is a society of lonely men, exhausted women, abandoned children, and an ever booming market.
It would be simplistic to believe that pornography is a little present to all men, for men. It is a stronghold in the corporate arsenal. A cog that cracks the whip that drives the beast to pull the chains.
Men, pornography is not made for you. It is probably made to make it simpler for the ruling elite to use you. It is not a trophy to be proud of. While you have been trained to believe that it is by nature that you think about sex every three and a half minutes, perhaps you might be suspicious enough to observe that this is directly proportionate to the rate at which the establishment exposes you to overt sexual imagery.
They may wave the carrot, but you don't have to pull the cart.
In abandoning your families at the command of your masters, you leave behind you the full, unbridled strength of a father. You cannot know what it is to be fully a man. You become a product. A product to whom products can be sold to. In the unrestrained effort to convince you that women, besides the sex they offer are worthless, you have been harnessed as a work force answerable to no one but your bosses. Protective of little but the companies you work for. Providing only for the economy.
You have been hijacked and stolen from your women and children. From the extraordinary opportunity to be a daddy. Your opportunity to be loved until the very last time you close your eyes.
The lie, the damned lie that men who love are pussy whipped will reveal it's fraud only too late when the man who never truly loved dies hopelessly alone.
Daddy; we miss you, we want you, we need you. we love you.
We forgive you.
Our beautiful, strong courageous men lost out on the battle field, we are waiting for you.
Come home daddy… come home.
Posted by Pablo at
12:36 AM
Thursday, December 07, 2006
"Clothes make the man.
Naked people have little or no influence on society"
-- Mark Twain
"Fashion passes, style remains."
-- Coco Chanel (1883-1971), founder of Chanel
"I'm interested in longevity, timelessness, style
- not fashion."
-- Ralph Lauren, fashion designer
"Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable
that we have to alter it every six months"
-- Oscar Wilde
"The only moral one can draw from history is
that it is much better to invent a new fashion
than a new social theory.
The fist may improve the appearance of men;
the latter will only bring about a revolution"
-- Carlo Maria Franzero
Posted by Pablo at
12:52 PM
MB> "What makes a real man? be careful now....."
Goddess, you want me to write an essay that could end up at least
100 pages. Do you really think that is fair of you to ask of me?
How about if I just list as few of the many qualities that a "real
man" "should" posses? I can think of hundreds: here are just a few:
A Real Man holds high ethical ideals without compromise.
A Real Man is emotionally balanced. He should be able to laugh
and cry as he damn well please, and not give a shit what other
people think of him.
A Real Man can be laughed -AT- as well as laughed -WITH- and not feel
insulted, demeaned, or belittled. Words don't breat bones!
A Real Man shares his feelings with those he cares for.
A Real Man has grace under pressure and does not panic in a crisis.
A Real Man is responsible for his actions and inactions.
A Real Man takes on the burden of responsibility for those who
-cannot- shoulder a responsibility themselves *providing* he is
asked to and agrees.
A Real Man marries for life.
A Real Man surrenders his marriage gracefully if it does not work.
A Real Man loves and honors his spouse above all else.
A Real Man honors and respects *ALL* women, be she Queen or harlot.
A Real Man is sexually and emotionally responsive to his spouse or
girlfriend.
A Real Man is attentive to his spouse sexually, paying attention to
what pleases her and what does not.
A Real Man is one who respects his spouse's wishes when she says "Not
tonight, dear." He does not whine, plead, or beg.
A Real Man understands that it is not his job or duty to please
anyone other than himself, which includes his spouse, and which
also includes his spouse sexually.
A Real Man desires to please his spouse and children before himself
out of love and not guilt or a "sense of power."
A Real Man supports his spouse in her successes as well as failures.
A Real Man is kind to himself.
A Real Man does not lie.
A Real Man does not steal.
A Real Man does not cheat.
A Real Man is tolerant of dissenting opinion.
A Real Man is NOT tolerant of hate, bigotry, ignorance.
A Real Man never strikes child, woman, or man, for ANY reason, unless
in self-defense.
A Real Man is well-educated.
A Real Man is well-read.
A Real Man is clean and well-groomed.
A Real Man can cook, clean, iron, wash dishes, change a diaper, and
stay home while his spouse works for a living.
A Real Man is kind to animals and children. :-)
A Real Man helps those who ask for help.
A Real Man knows when to help someone who needs help but doesn't ask
for it.
A Real Man does *not* help someone who needs help when asked not to.
(I.e. a Real Man respects other's decisions).
A Real Man is all these things AND SO MANY MORE. Too many to list. Not
one has to do with loving imaginary playfriends. Real Men love those
who love them, and don't NEED invisible friends.
-- David Rice
Posted by Pablo at
12:50 PM
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Pablo's book of the month
Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder
A good tour of philosophy with an increasingly engaging and surrealist storyline that makes the reader 'part' of the book. Goes through philosophy from its beginnings by Aristotle, Plato and Socrates through to Marx and Neitzche. Tho too condensed at parts, definitely a good starting point in order to get an overview on our philosophical journey as a species.
Further Reading :
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sophie's_World
Posted by Pablo at
12:24 PM
Sophie's book of the month
The Triumph of the Airheads by Shelley Gare
Ever felt as if someone's stolen your brain- numerous examples of idiocy, buffoonery in high places, 'famous' nobodies, decisions that defy all logic? The question is why? How come our world - yours and mine - has been taken over by morons? How come questions are answered by a 'whatever' shrug, or not answered at all ... while you're put on hold? Multi-award-winning journalist Shelley Gare reveals the answers in her insightful, funny, and scary new book.
Further Reading :
Article on the Sydney Morning Herald
Article on the Australian
Order From :
http://magshop.com.au/Triumph_of_the_Airheads.htm
Posted by Pablo at
11:33 AM
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Looking After Ladies - By La Raquel
 LOOKING AFTER LADIES.
Being a man is quite simple though it requires some time and effort. Fellas, we at WMWM know that you are already putting your time and effort in at work, but remember, your boss will not rock you gently to sleep at night (and if he does you should probably ask for a transfer)
nor will he cook you a roast.
It is also worth while to remember that the time and effort you put in at work is indirectly accumulated in a round about endeavors to snare a foxy lady...
Work>cash>fancy car>get laid.
So, even though you are tired after a long day of impressing your superiors, and really just want to curl up and rest... don't forget why you are doing it, otherwise it has all been pointless (except of course for the fat cat up top.)
Although it might help you find the door (no promises) money is not the key.
You have to know how to behave like a man. Spend long enough behaving like a man and you will eventually become one.
The first step to being a man (and not a little boy) is LOOKING AFTER THE LADIES.
Looking after the ladies comes under many different categories, but the first and most important way is to protect them.
This requires a back bone, an intrinsic component of a man, so if you're unsure where to find yours, simply ask someone you trust to place their finger at the top centre of your bottom and run their hand upwards. There it is!!
Now that you've found your back bone, you're on your way.
The second most important ingredient in protecting a woman is mental discipline. This is crucial if you want to protect her from yourself. There comes a time in every good mans life when he has a delirious woman spitting poison gibberish at him, and it is important to know how not to punch her annoying face in. Remember, you are the man, you can fix this.
You will also need to protect the women you know from other males who are not as cool as you. This requires courage (see backbone), and honor.
Once you have courage, mental discipline and honor... The rest will come naturally.
WHY LOOK AFTER THE LADIES?
Ladies who have not been looked after by men have a tendency to form bitter coalitions with other females. Once these teams have been forged the ladies will come up with new and excruciating ways to hate you and all your male colleagues... You need to nip these coalitions in the bud before they form. To do this you need to go straight to the source.
It is a sad fact that nearly half of all women will be raped by the age of twenty. One in four is a victim of domestic violence. The males responsible are giving you a bad name, and you need to find them and break their noses. They are responsible for women's distrust of you and partially responsible for your subsequent lack of sex. When you see it this way, when a male hurts a female, he might as well be cutting your penis off.
The good thing about this is you can use this situation to your advantage by being the dashing knight who protects women, slays dragons and gets laid by a`princess. Imagine what the ladies will think when you turn up at poker night with a torn shirt and cut lip, and casually sigh... "It's nothing girls, just stopping a rapist."
Three things are inevitable... one of them will get you a beer, one of them will rub your back, and they will all be telling their sexy single friends about you for weeks. Welcome to the smorgasbord of love, fella.
HOW TO LOOK AFTER THE LADIES.
There are many, many manly ways to look after the ladies, so we will be giving you this section in installments. This month we will be looking at how to break a guys nose. Breaking a guys nose is easy if you know how. WMWM have approached several Sydney bouncers, boxers, martial artists, police, and street thugs on the NINE most effective techniques for breaking a guys face without splitting your knuckles.
So read on, study up, practice on your buddies, and bide your time. Luckily for you their are so many guys bashing women you wont have to wait long for your chance to prove to all of lady kind just how much of a man you are.
Remember, once they know you are a man, they will want to touch your penis.
And that is the point.
Posted by Pablo at
11:04 AM
Monday, December 04, 2006
An introductory article by our correspondant Raquel W.
 *The tone of this article is somewhat tongue in cheek and risque in its language. Some readers may take offense*---------------------------------------------------- To first establish a niche for this publication, a quick and nasty assessment of our current cultural conditions IS unfortunately necessary. Fear not adorable readers, after this dirty rant it will be all fancy hairdos and cocktail parties... Poker games and recipes... Crochet patterns and darning techniques.
In this magazine we will teach you how to play piano. How to look classy in any age. How to build a fire. How to dance the pacing.
How to woo. How to do all the things that every bodies forgotten how to do. How to be a lady.
How to be a man.
BUT FIRST...
Somewhere between the 1950s domestic heroine cooped up in her 'comfortable concentration camp' baking pumpkin pies and throwing Tupperware parties...and the naughty naughties office goddess pleasing her one night man with gratuitous anal... lies a cultured dame so classy she is not yet remembered. And in between the classy cultured dame's luscious long lady legs lies a man. .
A real man. A dapper man. A strong man. A man. Amen.
First off, lets just admit it, we fucked up. Manhood has long been relinquished for eternal boyhood, and ladies have been exterminated to make room for the slut oxen. The slut oxen is a modern convenience. The slut oxen does anal, swallows, gives birth, brings home the bacon, cleans the house, earns enough cash to pay someone to mow the lawn, chops the wood, raises the kids, disciplines the kids, buys the groceries, cooks the groceries, clears the table, puts the kids to bed, waxes her anus, does anal and swallows.
The eternal boy is lonely and would love to hold a real woman, but the slut oxen is too busy to cast him even one sultry wink, so he jacks off to porn and spends the rest of his money on beer to dull his solitude. He dreams of beating his porn addiction so that one day he will have enough money to buy a fancy car, which he hopes will lure the virgin slut oxen into meaningful embrace (the virgin slut oxen is the un-impregnated slut oxen in waiting.). Eventually he gets lucky (by accident), thinking he is in love until he finds out his accidental woman is unwilling to abort his accidental fetus, and runs away with a copy of Hustler in one hand and a schooner in the other. He will freak out when he is eventually pulled up for $5.50 a week child support, though with some careful planning can make up for it by having two less beers at the pub or by downloading all his porn for free.
The slut oxen, in the quiet the moments (approximately 3.6 seconds daily) fantasises of a man to hold and protect her. The Eternal boy, dick in hand, fantasies of a lady who will lovingly prepare him a meal and cuddle him at night.
We are sad. We are lonely. We are without class. We are incompatible. We are frustrated. We are slaves.
We need to evolve, thoughtfully. - R
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9:16 AM
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