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Weekdays (Monday -Thursday) 1600 - 2100. Weekends (Wide open) Wait until she gets there. If she's late, do not reward bad behavior. She buys both of yours. Maximizes your self-control. She shows up on time you give her a good thirty second gaze (insert sh!t eating grin) then tell her you're...

Women don't dictate my self worth or my decisions. If they want to walk, the door's behind them. The stipulation is, if they leave it's damned near impossible to walk through it again. This is the greatest weapon against chicks flaking; having options. That's what I mean fruity Brother.

Marriage, as commonly accepted in Western culture, is delinquency. It's the ultimate comfort zone. I've been married. I've been divorced. For you guys who have only ever been single, you have no idea what the institution of matrimony has in store for you. Unlike the Roissy slaves...

Colossus is right that these slaves to biology are as dependent on Darwinian stricture as their counterpart is to the dude you can hang your hat on; The dreaded Catholic.

Give it to the guy. He's nuttier than a hundred pounds of elephant sh!t, but he continues to do things the way he wants. And Bree Olsen still has a phenomenal pair of natural t!ts.

That's the ONLY thing they're to be used for. Never a substitute Mother.

If you have to throw down ultimatums to a b!tch, it means you're the b!tch.

Endless reps of fist-pumping will build anyone's physique. Does wonders for your mental aptitude too.

Eventually you'll want anal. You'll try guilting her into it by bludgeoning her repeatedly over the head with the Bible. She'll retort with summoning 72 virgin demons on you. Is this broad really worth the eternal damnation and torment?

Neil Diamond sang the same thing.

I'm at my tattooist's yesterday having Panda Samurai put on my shoulder. Seven hours of raw scratching, we get to talking about our lives, our loves, and the sh!t we've done for a woman's attention. He tells me the tale of how he went from thug Gangsta in San Antonio to mild-mannered Husband...

You pick up the phone and re-bang one of those hand-me-down broads from before. You don't owe her a goddamned thing.

If you're thinking to yourself, "I wish I would've done __insert inconsequential bullsh!t__ another way." If you're looking back, you're not focused on the possibilities ahead.

Jesus-thefvckbastard-Christ. All of these replies make my balls hurt. If she has the time to think you're needing to be called out, you're one of her girlfriends. Always keep the hamster spinning wheels in her noggin' with the mystery of what you're going to do to her.

Unless you're in a mortuary or the Bate's Motel; I call shenanigans on this.

I got indefinitely banned. Already. Who'd of thought?

Walmart is 100% correct.

Stop whining like a girl. Sell your ass, sell your throat, sell whatever you have to to make yourself accountable for your situation. Blaming your Dad for being an alcoholic and assh0le, while living under his roof, is childishness at it's worst. If you ever hope to be respected, you have...

There's something with experience where a man knows the difference between gratification and validation. Gratification is having her drip sweat onto you as she bites her bottom lip, riding herself to another glorious orgasm. Validation is hoping you're the man who's in her mind while...

I made one goddamned post there and already my every post must be reviewed by a Moderator before it's posted. They can smell the K-man comin'...