"She entered the room bringing a nauseating odor that was a cross between rotten fish and a road kill skunk. Being the gentlemen I was, I acted like nothing was amiss. But then it happened, she moved closer toward me. I saw her approach but there was nothing I could do I was trapped. As she stood in front of me with her greasy hair and unkempt clothes, I noticed the undeniably uglyness contained within her face. I tried to be cordial and said hello. That was my fatal mistake, a mistake that would haunt me for ten lifetimes.
She opened her mouth to speak to me and I noticed the buildup of plaque and various remnants of meals gone by. I smelled her rancid breath and lost mine. She spoke these words and I knew that this was not going to be the pleasant night I had anticipated "Dont you be looking at me lusting like that, I am a strong woman". It was at that point I vomited upon the wretched feminist. I cant deny the smell was improved. " - chapter four
Thank providence. Fiction has been under the spell of a lot of self serving cliques for many years, they are nearly all too far up themselves, you could see their self regard from orbit imo.
"She entered the room bringing a nauseating odor that was a cross between rotten fish and a road kill skunk. Being the gentlemen I was, I acted like nothing was amiss. But then it happened, she moved closer toward me. I saw her approach but there was nothing I could do I was trapped. As she stood in front of me with her greasy hair and unkempt clothes, I noticed the undeniably uglyness contained within her face. I tried to be cordial and said hello. That was my fatal mistake, a mistake that would haunt me for ten lifetimes.
She opened her mouth to speak to me and I noticed the buildup of plaque and various remnants of meals gone by. I smelled her rancid breath and lost mine. She spoke these words and I knew that this was not going to be the pleasant night I had anticipated "Dont you be looking at me lusting like that, I am a strong woman". It was at that point I vomited upon the wretched feminist. I cant deny the smell was improved. " - chapter four
Winner of the DJT Prize for Triggering Leftists, you should expand on this!
Thanks.
That will compete with Michael Knowles best seller!
Thank providence. Fiction has been under the spell of a lot of self serving cliques for many years, they are nearly all too far up themselves, you could see their self regard from orbit imo.
And what about Islam