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♀  ♀  ♀ Hey you! In the vagina-hat, frumpy feminist dressed in pink; we men (what do you make of that) would love to know just what you think. We've heard of "ass-hats", anyway. But we can see the other side: it's orificial bombs away as bridegrooms now behold the bride. Gynecology on parade: how weird. You think it makes your point? It's more a vaginal charade, and promises to disappoint. You say your cap evokes your ***** feline foolishness, I say. It's cat in bag when fems get fussy showing patriarchs the way. Show us yours and we'll show our own. Well actually, it's kind of cold to whip it out right here downtown... We'll grant you this: you chicks are bold. Your choice-aborted progeny, disposed of in the clinic's trash, might blame you for misogyny— though spared the curse of diaper rash. We'll keep abreast of all you do, chanting, marching, fists in air... yet still, you seem a silly crew aflush with zeal (and ***** hair). But must it always come to this: biology devoid of God ? Exteriorizing, hit and miss, the secrets of your aging ***
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
Stoking the Pussyfires
♀  ♀  ♀ Hey you! In the vagina-hat, frumpy feminist dressed in pink; we men (what do you make of that) would love to know just what you think. We've heard of "ass-hats", anyway. But we can see the other side: it's orificial bombs away as bridegrooms now behold the bride. Gynecology on parade: how weird. You think it makes your point? It's more a vaginal charade, and promises to disappoint. You say your cap evokes your ***** feline foolishness, I say. It's cat in bag when fems get fussy showing patriarchs the way. Show us yours and we'll show our own. Well actually, it's kind of cold to whip it out right here downtown... We'll grant you this: you chicks are bold. Your choice-aborted progeny, disposed of in the clinic's trash, might blame you for misogyny— though spared the curse of diaper rash. We'll keep abreast of all you do, chanting, marching, fists in air... yet still, you seem a silly crew aflush with zeal (and ***** hair). But must it always come to this: biology devoid of God ? Exteriorizing, hit and miss, the secrets of your aging ***
({i})  (|)  ({i}) inspired by some of the bizarre costumes and slogans on display at the January 21 Women's March on Washington. March on, ladies !
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
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