Cuz has been calling again. Just as I had truth time with Vegeta and Slick, the hammer had to fall on him too. The moron defense wasn’t going to work anymore, so I just had to go ahead and break the prime directive. I spelled out why he won’t make an honest arrangement with his…
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This coming Friday, I’m going to take my first steps back into catering, and sell drastically low sugar and naturally sweetened cakes at the farmer’s market. I hope they’ll sell. I’m still not sure how I’m going to word the pitch cards, so this batch won’t have any. The question is whether to sell their…
Unnatural people stink. They smell like driving by a paint factory next door to a landfill. So when some people give others a cross look for being fat, I wish they would consider the hell paleo, primal, and ethnic eaters have to contend with whenever they’re within two meters of them or sit on a bus or train surrounded…
A couple of years ago, when I was new to the proactive sector of the manosphere, I had a protege I lovingly nicknamed Papa II. He was thus nicknamed because of his close resemblance in personality to Shai, my Dad before Santa, and other men I look up to, even though he is chronologically much…
In an earlier post I’m too lazy to dig for at the moment, I suggested the Papa Legba eleke patterns as good symbols of the men’s rights movement that both men and supportive women could wear. Now, I’m going to suggest one specifically for the women: raccoon bacula, also called oosik. The term oosik comes from…