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I'm going to find him and buy him a beer.

AmericanKulak says

Wow. And this Professor doubled down.

And ironically, will get laid a lot more now...

AmericanKulak says

Wow. And this Professor doubled down.

MASSIVE BALLS

If you want to have fun, go type "Redpill" into a search engine.

Obviously at this juncture, I'm reviewing some shit and excited as fuck to return order to my galaxy.

It's all fucking Jezebel and Guardian and Vox articles and Reddit threads whinging about /redpill.

"Sarcastic Sense of Humor"



Looks like she sucks dick for drugs at a Limp Bizkit or Juggalo Concert.

That is one rough 31, and the grannie panty swim bottoms are probably to hide a scar. The veganism adds 10 years.

Booger says

Searched for Roastie and found this:

The Chinese equivalent to Roastie is the "Black Wood-ear" (黑木耳), due to its resemblance to the female vulva and the myth that a women who is sexually active has high melanin content on the labia, in contrast to the "Pink Wood-ear" （粉木耳）,who were the other way round which are virgins/women with less sexual experience.

https://incels.wiki/w/Roastie?source=patrick.net

"Last time I cleaned a house I got 6 months for burglary, and couldn't get out of it with a blow job!"

I have heard from friends that those 'unrequited desire objects of youth' do circle around back to the males they scorned after losing the life lotteries.

One guy I know is pretty funny. He had an alcohol problem, and his wife left him and took all the furniture. He thought it was the most terrible thing ever.

He sobered up, and ran into her a few years later at a mutual friend's wedding and realized what a blessing it was. He said she was bowling ball mu mu mama, a corpulent, sweating mass of cellulite. He said he couldn't even get his arms around her for a fake hug. He said he'd go back to drinking if he ever had to get rid of her again, but probably that wouldn't even work now.

AmericanKulak says

https://incels.wiki/w/Roastie?source=patrick.net

@AmericanKulak This is a treasure trove of fun reading! Thanks for pointing it out.

By the way, that "Black Wood Ear" vs. "Pink Wood Ear" shit is dead on. The well used vaginas do indeed darken, and relatively Low Mileage ones stay pink (relative to race, of course). China and Greece are just storehouses of wisdom.

“Welcome to McFling’s. My name is Solomon II. May I take your order?” “Uh, yes. I’ll have the three months of meaningless sex from the Boyfriend Lite menu, add extra self respect. Hold the judgment and consequences please. “I’m sorry; we’re all out of self respect. Would you like to add a side of rationalization for only $1 more?” “Yeah. That’s fine. Super size it please.” “Thank you. Please pull up to the window for your total.”

There she is driving down the road of life at her own pace. She’s young, independent, beautiful and has all the time in the world. When she’s horny, she swings into the closest drive thru and places her order. She does the same thing when she’s sad, lonely, happy, up, down, in, out, excited, needy, afraid, strong, weak, depressed, moody, joyful, exhilarated, stressed, etc. Any and every reason is valid because she’s being “true to herself”. Every three months on average she swings into McFling’s and orders up the best looking or most exciting thing on the menu (because she’s sooo selective). There’s also a couple of late night snack runs thrown in there for good measure, but not as many as some other girls, so you have no right to judge her. She’s young and her metabolism is firing on all cylinders, so now is the time for her to gorge herself with no consequences.

At the age of 27, she starts to notice that her steady diet of junk food relationships isn’t as satisfying as it once was. Sure the bright lights, flashy signs, fast service and cheap satisfaction made for great fun, but now she’s starving for wholesome affection and beginning to show signs of emotional malnutrition. There has to be something better out there. Something more substantive. All of a sudden she decides to make a change. No more drive thru boyfriends. Certainly everyone understands that her junk food relationship binge wasn’t her fault since it’s the bulk of what society offers. It’s our culture. These greasy high calorie drive thru boyfriend establishments are on every corner, advertised on every channel, glamorized in the media, and no one really told her how bad they could be for her health. It’s society’s fault. It’s the franchise’s fault. All the girls she knows are doing it, so how could she possibly be expected to know any better? So now she wants steak, and by God she’s convinced that she deserves it from a five star restaurant.

She takes a shower hoping the stench of her decade long habit of frequenting McFling’s won’t be as noticeable. She may not know how to act properly at the new fancy steakhouse she’s going to try tonight, but it’s ok. Men always give her a pass on her behavior since she’s beautiful and an easy lay adventurous.

When she’s all done getting ready and is confident that she can look and act like the type of girl who has been eating healthy all along, she heads out for the best steakhouse in town. Why not the best? She deserves it, and her friend Michelle ate there last week (and she’s totally not even pretty).

With all the undeserved self confidence in the world and an advanced case of juvenile egocentrism, she pulls into the parking lot of the steakhouse. She notices there are dozens of people standing in line. She doesn’t understand. The stupid bitch at the hostess desk asked her if she had a reservation. A reservation?! How rude! She has a vagina and that’s always been sufficient before, so what gives? It seems the steakhouse is completely booked for months.

Now she’s pissed off. How could the upscale steakhouse refuse to seat her? So what if she showed up right at prime dinner time (27 years old o’clock) and demanded the best seat in the house. She deserves it. She’s waited so long for it… well, not really, but in theory anyway. She always knew the steakhouse was there, she just never took the time to plan ahead for reservations. It’s not her fault. As she drives away, she realizes she has another problem. She’s still hungry. She pulls in to yet another McFling’s, this time disgusted to be there. But she’s changed, so she decides to try something different.

“Welcome to McFling’s. My name is Solomon II. May I take your order?” “Uh, yes. I’ll have the steak please.” “We don’t serve steak. Show me your tits.” “I’m not like that anymore. Steak please.” “I can offer you the three months of meaningless sex from the Boyfriend Lite menu, and pretend to hold the judgment and consequences if you’d like.” “Steak please.” “Bitch, would you like me to serve you the three months of meaningless sex from the Boyfriend Lite menu, pretend to hold the judgment and consequences, and just tell you it’s steak?” “Steak please.” “Fine. Please pull up to the first window. I’ll have your total and a treat for your hamster.”

This cycle continues until she turns 30 and realizes that she’ll never get in to the steakhouse. She’s waited much too long to make reservations, so she settles for a Beta male who takes her to Chili’s on 2 for 1 night in his minivan. Hey, it’s not the steakhouse she deserves, but it’s better than that asshole Solomon II at the drive thru boyfriend joint. At least Chili’s has real silverware.

That night she stumbles upon a blog with a post entitled “Drive Thru Boyfriends” and gets righteously annoyed. That’s not her at all. That was never her intention. She’s different, special, and unique. What gives the author the right to assume that he knows her or can determine what she’s been through in her AMAZING life? He doesn’t know her story. He doesn’t know her heart. He can’t judge her actions based on what other girls do simply because she did the same things and ended up in the same situation they did. He can’t tell her what kind of person she is, or what her fate will be. She’s different than the rest. She’s strong, independent and wise beyond her years.

In her rage she hits the road again, confused by what has happened to her and angry that she didn’t get what she deserved out of life. With her Beta boyfriend wondering where the hell she is, she drives past the steakhouse which is closed for the night. Blinded by fury and driven by emotion, she decides to make yet another change. A real and meaningful change this time. This time she’ll get it right and enjoy what she deserves for being an amazing woman. Her rationalization hamster helps out with navigation and leads her to a brand new place. Somewhere she’s never been. This is it! This is what she needs. This time she’s confident she’ll get what she deserves.

And she does.

“Welcome to McFling’s. My name is Solomon II. May I take your order?”

“Steak, please…”

https://www.reddit.com/r/WhereAreAllTheGoodMen/comments/8g103b/drive_thru_boyfriends_by_solomon_ii_oldie_but/

Nice story above, but the reality is if the girl is still attractive at 27 and has no kids, she will have her pick of men who are 30-35. Much better than an ugly girl who stayed virtuous.

She will have her pick for the night, but getting real commitment from a man will not necessarily be easy.

Patrick says

She will have her pick for the night, but getting real commitment from a man will not necessarily be easy.

I have seen to many examples of the babe who was all career and fun during her early twenties suddenly lose enthusiasm for the career in the late twenties and look to settle down. At 28 or so, they marry a guy they would not have looked at twice when they were 22. Nobody cares about her "past" as long as no divorce and no kids.

I would care about her past.

I don't want to be guy number 43, or worse.

Men are pretty easy to exploit because of the dumb stick and the Mom-ism. Older women just have to become less selective, they can still score a warm body into middle age or so. One old hooker around my hood in Santa Cruz still has all the hooker ways of appealing to men's vanity, sex drive and ego, so she always has some kind of boy friend, but she's also crazy when she lets her guard down, so the boyfriends don't last very long.

HeadSet says

Nice story above, but the reality is if the girl is still attractive at 27 and has no kids, she will have her pick of men who are 30-35. Much better than an ugly girl who stayed virtuous.

To date, not necessarily to marry.

50% chance at 33, married to a now 40 year old guy with a 6 figure income she swooned for sexually, She'll end up at McFlings.


Why? "I'm not haaaaappy anymore/I was only 27 and hadn't experienced everything... yadda Hamster Rationalization blahblah". At 27, they were tired of being a cumdumpster and wanted "something real". At 33, they wanted to be a cumdumpster again because "I'm borrrrrrred." married to Roger Reliable. See also Eat, Love, Pray.

Another story, from a Horses' Mouth, via Dalrock:

I am 34 years old and have been married for about four and a half years. We’ve been together almost 10 years, my longest relationship. My husband is intelligent, handsome, funny and patient. One of my problems is that I don’t love him anymore. Well, I love him, but more like a close friend and not as a husband. He truly is a wonderful person and everyone thinks he is great. And he is great, mostly. I think it’s unfair for me to stay married to him when I don’t completely love him because he would make an awesome husband for some lucky gal.

Sure, he pretends to be nice and perfect and all, but that is just a front. I know his type. He uses that to trap women! Our poor victim continues:

The real trouble started this summer. I realized, after a series of illnesses and deaths in the family, that life was just too darn short to spend in a marriage I didn’t want to be in. A side problem to my realization that I didn’t want to be married anymore was the realization that I actually am in love with someone else. He’s my best friend and has been for half my life. He knows that I love him, and has said he loves me too. He also knows that my marriage is ending.

This literally happened to co-worker of mine. As soon as the kids started growing up and leaving the house, she decided she was really in love with a HS Boyfriend from 20 years ago. Her fantasy with her HS Boyfriend lasted 3 months, after he insisted they get divorced instead of the "Open Marriage" BS she claimed to have wanted. Then she spent a year trying to worm her way back. Gotta hand it to the guy, once she left, she ain't comin' back.

Not only did he trick her into marriage, but he stopped her from marrying the love of her life. How did the manipulative SOB ever pull such a thing off? Here’s how:

Allow me to back up a little. Before I got married, I had a mini-crisis. Everyone I knew was getting married or already had families. I was the last single person in my groups of friends. My husband and I had been dating for several years at that point, so it never failed that everyone (and I mean everyone) would ask when it was our turn. I have to admit, I fell for it. What was wrong with me that I wasn’t married? I had these feelings despite the fact I never even wanted to be married! I was in love with my best friend at this point, too, but things were complicated, so I decided to marry my husband because he was stable, loving and wanted me. But with the benefit of hindsight, I know now that I was reacting to my insecurities and not out of a desire to spend the rest of my life with my husband.

Typical. He played on her insecurities, and ultimately forced her to take half of his stuff!

I have discussed with my husband the fact that I am feeling trapped, and that we might not make it. He was devastated, and asked me if I would work on our marriage. The problem is that I do not want to work on it. I just want out. To compound the issue, I slept with my best friend. To compound it even further, I haven’t heard from my best friend in two weeks, despite attempts to contact him. The truth? I love my husband as a friend, and my friend as the one great love of my life. One wants me, the other (it seems) does not.

https://dalrock.wordpress.com/2010/11/18/men-stop-tricking-women-into-loveless-marriages/

Women's looks mirror their fertility extremely well, as of course was necessary for our male ancestors to pick the right women. If they hadn't picked right, we wouldn't be here talking about it.

I think female fertility declines by half by age 35. And male interest declines by half, exactly as Darwin would have predicted.

(I'm reading The Origin of Species lately.)

Something that Kevin Samuels always reminds the 27-35+ bitches asking WAATGM?:

"You say you get dates. How many of these men are offering to MARRY you?"

Shuts 'em right up

https://notthebee.com/article/bee-prophesy-fulfilled-canadas-minister-of-jobs-actually-tweeted-this-?source=patrick.net

https://www.unz.com/isteve/nyt-a-feminized-culture-is-a-less-free-one/?source=patrick.net

Along parallel lines, a Knight Foundation survey in 2017 of 3,014 college students asked: “If you had to choose, which do you think is more important, a diverse and inclusive society or protecting free speech rights.”

Male students preferred protecting free speech over an inclusive and diverse society by a decisive 61 to 39. Female students took the opposite position, favoring an inclusive, diverse society over free speech by 64 to 35.

I’m always amused by this subject, I guess it’s something all guys are interested in.

I have a female Mexican friend who can be considered a feminist by her own accomplishments, but she’s pretty, in great shape, and is fun to hang around.

She’s always dressed great, and she is ready in 15 minutes to go to a restaurant or etc., like a man.

She’s been telling me that I should be dating multiple hot chicks, that I have a good 5 years left to be a dog (I’m on social security to hint my age). Luckily for me I have DNA that allows a younger appearance.

I’m with a girl 25 years younger than I and my friend said “she’s not hot enough for you.”

Yesterday I got a pedicure (I cannot reach my feet) and I think the young hot girl (single mom, broke) was very friendly to me. She gave me her cell number so I can make another appointment soon directly. Hmnnn.

I keep remembering decades ago in Santa Cruz; I am glad that I didn’t bite the biscuit for a couple of girls who used pussy blackmail on me. One demanded that I move up to San Francisco and get hitched.

I just keep remembering the James Brown song “This a man’s world.”
Also, “It’s fuck or walk pal” from Glengarry Glen Ross.
Rambling on here, call me Prince Harry.

Imagine if this happened in the usa. He would be murdered for not "believing womyn", despite being correct.

https://worldstar.com/video.php?v=wshh8TGJ6m3mqvWdNG6c&source=patrick.net

Hircus says

Imagine if this happened in the usa. He would be murdered for not "believing womyn", despite being correct.

You can never tell if women are just trying to fuck you over or fuck with you, LOL!

Sorry @AmericanKulak I don't have webp support. One day I'll get to it.

In the meantime, can you take a screenshot of the original image and post that?

Here it is @Patrick:



CNN defending sluts, and perhaps trying to open the door for Pedos.

Nope, those are actually both real things.

https://www.sciencedirect.com/topics/immunology-and-microbiology/hymen?source=patrick.net

Fact: Codpieces are just male pushup bras.

If it's good for the goose, it's good for ... a gander?

https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/swiss-man-legally-declares-himself-woman-retire-pension-1-year-early?source=patrick.net

Swiss Man Legally Declares Himself A Woman To Retire With Pension 1 Year Early

75 Swiss francs is all that it cost for one savvy Swiss individual to exploit a loophole in Swiss retirement regulations to retire one year earlier and receive even more lavish benefits than he would have received had he remained a male on paper.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-10466339/Charges-dropped-against-ex-teacher-26-marries-student-allegedly-sex-with.html?source=patrick.net

No matter how many 30-something Chubby Black Chicks or Weird, Innsmouth Resident Looking Gals or Fat, Sassy Hispanic Girls they show on ads...

They're not my type.

AmericanKulak says

No matter how many 30-something Chubby Black Chicks or Weird, Innsmouth Resident Looking Gals or Fat, Sassy Hispanic Girls they show on ads...

They're not my type.

My wife recently went online to buy a pair of jeans. Ended up not buying anything because every single picture of models wearing these jeans were fat, short-legged "bipoc" weeminz.