Men. The other white meat.

Men are funny. Funny ha-ha AND funny bizarre. They are hard-wired with so much shit that I believe they should still be dragging their knuckles. Ever since I was a little one, I’ve had negative and positive experiences with the species. My father, obviously, was the first in a series of men that would bend and shape me as if I was Playdough in a jar. It wasn’t too far along the shelf life of said matter that things went awry. But I’m not going to ramble about my disenchantments. I simply need an outlet for my surge.
Testosterone has its place. A necessary evil. An excuse to procreate. But listen here, fellows. You can endear yourselves to me more by participating in reality than you can by the opposite. Case in point;
A temp. Temporary worker. Labor pool. Paid daily sort. Vagabond-ish.
He spends an inordinate amount of time debating and disputing my every task or suggestion for him.
“That’s not 3ft, it’s 4ft.”
“It’s not a hard drive, it’s a computer.”
“The esthetics would be better if you’d just line up the products like such…”
“You can’t work the drill.”
Geezuz H. Christ
I’m done with you. You silly,obsequious, fools.
I believe that with all of the sperm that we have stored, and the technilogical advances in the taking out of garbage, we gals shall rule the earth with dignity, kindness, intellect and respect. Leave the men to an island somewhere to burp the alphabet.
Excepting, of course, those hand picked man-servants that can be classified as eunuchs.
Just kidding.

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