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There is no such thing as gender, Gender is a social construct. Theres no real "male" or "female"
There is no such thing as gender, Gender is a social construct. Theres no real "male" or "female"
darth is armed and dangerous lol
They get screwed over because they are dumb and dont get prenups
I'm just ****ing with you.
I always thought Lex Luthor had the right idea in Superman Returns. I wouldn't envy a beautiful woman married to a rich old geezer, because rich old geezers have blue pills. Now, you get in on the ground floor of the opposite end of the spectrum. Find some sweet old heiress in the twilight of her life, who lost her husband of 50 years and just wants somebody to keep her company until she dies, then you've got it made.
Poor as I am, I wouldn't in a million years switch places with Melania Trump. Having to lie there while some flabby orange ogre huffs and thrusts, sweating while his pancake **** droop over her arms, all the while, she drifts off in deep thought, wondering if living the simple life with Oleg, the used car dealer she was arranged to marry in Minsk would've been so bad.
I mean, *******. Anything she's earning, lemme tell ya, she's earning. Somewhere along the line, that girl found her dignity...and then told it to "**** off."
What you say is true but even a temporary tornado causes lots of damage lol
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I'm just ****ing with you.
I always thought Lex Luthor had the right idea in Superman Returns. I wouldn't envy a beautiful woman married to a rich old geezer, because rich old geezers have blue pills. Now, you get in on the ground floor of the opposite end of the spectrum. Find some sweet old heiress in the twilight of her life, who lost her husband of 50 years and just wants somebody to keep her company until she dies, then you've got it made.
Poor as I am, I wouldn't in a million years switch places with Melania Trump. Having to lie there while some flabby orange ogre huffs and thrusts, sweating while his pancake **** droop over her arms, all the while, she drifts off in deep thought, wondering if living the simple life with Oleg, the used car dealer she was arranged to marry in Minsk would've been so bad.
I mean, *******. Anything she's earning, lemme tell ya, she's earning. Somewhere along the line, that girl found her dignity...and then told it to "**** off."