“Now look, I’m not saying every woman can be the epic, the epic trophy wife of all time, like Melania Trump”
“epic” AHAHAHAHAHAHA HA!
“Most women can’t be trophy wives, but, you know, like her — maybe you’re a participation trophy.”
Afraid you’ve got things backwards here. Your praise and slobbering over your concept of a escort-on-contract is about as attractive and as sexy to women, as a piece of dog shit on the carpeted floor.
“I don’t know. But all I can say is not everybody looks like that! Amen?!
You honestly don’t look like you’d get a clue if it went to town on your buttocks with a wooden paddle for an hour.
“But you don’t need to look like a butch either!”
No, I don’t need to, i look butch because it’s my style and it’s how I like it.
“But you say, “How can I do that?””
No, I do not.
“Let me tell you something: I have a friend. He has put a “divorce weight” on his wife!”
Your friend’s a gross asshole who needs to lose the person he clearly does not deserve to be with.
“Makeup is a good thing. You know, my little boy said, “Why do girls wear makeup and perfume?” You say “Because they’re ugly and they stink.” You don’t want to be ugly and stink!”
Playground mentality on full display, what’s next cooties? I don’t wear makeup outside of some special formal events, it’s a bother for no payoff for me when both myself and my husband strongly prefer to just look natural.
“Scientists have discovered, by the way, a food that diminishes the woman’s sex drive. It’s called the wedding cake. Hahahahahahahaha, yeah.”
Err, did you just get a stroke while writing this or is it some sort of a preset brain damage perhaps? Now, I’m gonna go order myself a crapload of burgers and fries and gonna share it together with my hubbie while you can cry all you want about me and circa 99% of other women not giving a shitsky about your little rules for us.