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You can’t respect women. You have to think she’s a born imbecile. Then when she does something stupid or infuriating you can say: she’s just a woman. I expect nothing of her but to be a beautiful moron. An incubator for my children. Something they’ll replace some day with a genetically modified donkey. A warm bag with tubes. What I expect of myself is to fund everything, know everything, do everything. Save her from herself. From her stupid decisions. Maintain everything constantly, while she drives to Erewhon with no insurance one hand on the wheel the other texting. She comes at you with some passionate argument and you think oh she’s PMSing. She just needs some dick. And she feels the same about me. I’m a smelly violent ape with no aesthetic sense. I dress like a child. She thinks I’m an imbecile. She has to take care of me. Save me from myself when I fly into rages, stress over money. I explain dollar cost averaging into the S & P 500. Listen if I die you have to do this. God dammit are you listening or should I just tell the dog. And she says: you are insane. She knows you’rean imbecile in ways you can’t see yourself. Because they’re the water. The things you think are flaws she doesn’t notice. She doesn’t know what Norwood is. I’m a maniac ruled by moods and hormones. Everything I feel vanishes when a teaspoon of liquid squirts out of my balls. And I don’t have to tell an AI support bot I’ll torture and kill the CEO and his children over a hotel refund. How can she tolerate me. And she’s an imbecile. She should not be allowed to vote or own property. I had to go to a government hearing for work. There was a section for public comment. A man affected by health policy talked about his wife losing her speech and dying slowly, horribly. And he quit his job to care for her. Feeding her and cleaning her. I went in her room. Thank God she was awake, and I said come here I have to hold you for a minute. I have to hold you and smell your hair and look at you.

So there I was. Chillin in my house, really feeling the gambling spirit when suddenly my Poop Aura started crowning.