i saw this "looker" at the post office and she looked okay and was flaunting, and she was with some guy. and as pretty as she looked, her daughter was her own and not his. and as much pussy as it is for him to fuck, as soon as i heard her nagging him about bringing back a car to his father, and that he should do this today, and that he can't do this today, and do you mind if i, and blablablablablabla, it gave me flashbacks about all the moments of feeling bored, held back, or overwhelmed by some yabbermouthed walking, talking pussy on legs. unless i found someone dedicated and sane, i'm okay with fucking some dumb bitch here and there but don't need that much anymore. i see many women as walking, talking parasites anymore these days. and as long as you pay taxes, you are pretty much a provider and a husband to many a single mother family across this country anyhow.
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