Been a while since I posted here.. kept ya waiting huh?

I am gonna share with you some realizations I had in my mind recently after some conversations with my lovable yet clueless friends.

Men are easily the most masochistic gender. Not that they have that much competition in that department considering there are
only TWO genders, but yeah.

Men love to be hurt, that’s why they keep enlisting to fight in the great war that takes place in the battlefield that is love.

You march on to battle, armed with your slightly above average dong hoping for a victory only to be shot through the heart by a Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS looking broad. Yikes.

A rational man (get it?) would probably call it quits and never go into that battle again after such a nasty incident. He would retire. Get a nice house, a car, a 20 year old nympho secretary and a Gym membership, but noooo.

You see, men are not rational. Not most of em, anyway. Not the ones I meet in this soft ass generation. They ALWAYS keep coming back for more. They love the thrill of the fight. It’s not the crushing defeat and emasculating loss they like, it’s the fight itself and the potential of epic victory. A mighty war all in the name of pussy. They take the good with the bad all in the hope of conquering the infamous snatch and making it their own. Taming the lion and eating it out.

Problem is.. very few of the soldiers in this war are ready for such a task. You try to warn them but they never listen. Never have, never will.

Men are men. Boys will be boys. And boys will always lose to women on the battlefield of love. They might win the first act, maybe even the second..

But eventually some young big titty berserker will knock their ass back into submission and step on the balls they once had.

Oh how quickly does one go from busting down dem sugar walls to holding your masters purse at the mall. Love is a motherfucker. When it’s the love of a man at least.

GENTLEMEN, READY YOUR WEAPONS.. TIME TO GO ANOTHER ROUND. ON TO BATTLE!