One guy kept talking about “fighting for our right for survival” like motherfucker, you’re a 6ft white dude. Chill.
The victim complex is real with these people. An ex’s brother-in-law is a hardcore right-winger and his wifi password was donttre@donme. Dude’s a white small town EC doc, and also a small business owner just so his practically-stay-at-home-mom wife has something to do instead of sitting around their 3-story house bored while their 3 blonde haired daughters are at private school. The type of person being least tread on
I’m fighting for my right for survival everyday, because I’m five fucking five and some of you tall fuckers like to put what I’m looking for above my eyesight. Seriously I’m glad my proportions are mildly fucked since I ended up with weirdly lanky arms so I can at least reach shit. Seriously who puts the top ramen on the aisle top shelf, that’s where the fucken weird ass Korean burn your asshole like your getting fucked by Ghost Rider shit is supposed to go.
Can confirm.
I went to a dudebro gym. It was a fucking incel hive mind.
Half the encouragement was to “bang any bitch you want” and the other half was about reclaiming masculinity.
One guy kept talking about “fighting for our right for survival” like motherfucker, you’re a 6ft white dude. Chill.
If the gym doesn’t have a BLM/LGBT flag and a bunch of diversity, I don’t join.
The victim complex is real with these people. An ex’s brother-in-law is a hardcore right-winger and his wifi password was donttre@donme. Dude’s a white small town EC doc, and also a small business owner just so his practically-stay-at-home-mom wife has something to do instead of sitting around their 3-story house bored while their 3 blonde haired daughters are at private school. The type of person being least tread on
I’m fighting for my right for survival everyday, because I’m five fucking five and some of you tall fuckers like to put what I’m looking for above my eyesight. Seriously I’m glad my proportions are mildly fucked since I ended up with weirdly lanky arms so I can at least reach shit. Seriously who puts the top ramen on the aisle top shelf, that’s where the fucken weird ass Korean burn your asshole like your getting fucked by Ghost Rider shit is supposed to go.