I Will Not Tolerate Gender Bias!

Wrestling match

The reason I'm posting this here is because when I wrestle girls it is a sexual type of match. I will grab the girls boobs and her crotch during the wrestling match, and yes she can grab me as well. And if your girl who wrestle boys in school, I will not wrestle you either, because you know how brutally humiliating it is for boy to lose to a girl in wrestling but you wrestle boys anyway which, to me, shows you have absolutely no concern whatsoever about the feelings of men, only your own feelings, and that is a form of gender bias and I will not tolerate gender bias. I will not wrestle a girl in public or in front of anyone because there is a chance that the girl will win, and if I'm going to get beat by a girl I'm not going to lose in public. Because it is humiliating to lose to a girl, but if you're a decent woman then you already know that. I'm 5'4 260, I want a woman with big tits, no flat-chested boys. Jack from South Dakota. I live with my sister, she has to leave before we meet. Emial:XXXXXX.XXXXX

Jack, I'm assuming that you really don't have that many mating options living in a small town in South Dakota.

In fact, if I lived there, I would probably wait seven hours outside the town laundromat just to sniff the coins in the lint tray of the dryer that once permanent-pressed your sister's least-favorite farming trousers.

But, surely, I would NOT tolerate gender bias.

For your sister, I would sleep amidst the horrifying cacophony of a pheasant pen for a fortnight only to suffer the brutal and relentless pecking of my eyeballs from 700 sharpened pheasant beaks, just for the opportunity to lick the dried soap dish clean of her ankle sweat in the event she offered me a brief shower in the side house.

But I would certainly NOT tolerate any gender bias.

And in fact, I would even compose a song about aardvarks just in case your sister attended a symposium on mule waxing in San Diego, and got free tickets to the zoo where she might pass by the aardvark exhibit and say "Oh, those are kind of interesting," at which point I could jump out of the shit-riddled meerkat exhibit behind her with a boombox and say "I happen to know a song about aardvarks, " and play it to her in a dramatic fashion like John Cusack in the final scene of Say Anything.

But, of course, I certainly would NOT tolerate ANY gender bias.

I'm sure glad you stick to your guns Jack.

And good luck finding that big-titted subserviant woman with no self-esteem in rural South Dakota who likes short, fat men who lecture them on gender equality whilst physically and sexually abusing them in a trailer home.

I'm sure they're a dime a dozen in South Dakota.

Just like assholes.