Scawee Woids...

I've been following the brouhaha over at Vox's place over his perspective on rape. It seems we have found a word that absolutely makes Liberals projectile urinate in unison.

And I've become a tad worried for Spacebunny's safety, because when Vox climbs onto something, he doesn't get off until it's good and dead, and then he goes back a few times for necro-seconds. Run, woman! Flee his mighty sword!

I'm tempted to go to some of the Libtard Combat Arenas he's linked to and threaten all the commenters with rape, but they might follow me back here, and urine-stench is so difficult to get out of the carpet.

But you can try this yourself. The next time you are in a confrontation with one of those terminally autistic liberals, just threaten to rape them, be they male or female. Or tell them there's no such thing as date rape (I happen to believe that myself). Watch the front of their pants darken.

It is funny how these big hairy feminists, sacks of potatoes with legs and a fright wig, live in absolute horror that some man might try to force his dick on them, when that is the very last thing any self-respecting male would ever think about. When I see herds of flap-titted harridans assembled in force, I pet Gargantua's neck to calm him, and talk softly to him to keep him from leaping out of my pants to take refuge in the bushes or down a sewer grate, and then we back slowly away, avoiding eye contact, lest they stampede like enraged Cape Buffaloes and trample us.

And what is it with these effiminate menstrual-male pilot fishes that swim with these angry femisharks, anyway?

We've all seen them. Wild haired, wide-eyed behind Harry Potter glasses, mouthing feminist propaganda and doggerel alongside their larger, more threatening sistern, with their man-purse over their shoulder and ready to shake their skinny fist at you the moment their Alpha Bitch gives them permission. She usually makes them hold the sign, while she works the bullhorn.

Do they expect to get frequent flier miles on Horizontal Airlines while seated in the First Gash section? Do they dream to plumb that frigid twat-swamp (twamp?) if they behave? That's no clit, there, son, there at the edge of that swampy untrimmed bush, that's a crocodile, and it will bite your tiny peter off if you move or do or say the wrong thing. And apparently, she's already got yer nuts, so you don't be havin much left, boyo.

Okay, I've hated on feminists enough...oh, okay, just kidding, you can't hate on feminists enough. I was just testin ya.

Now, go on out and make one wet.


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