How to play sports
without getting distracted.
REMOVE ALL PUSSY FROM THE
I was watching the sports channel the other day and my balls didn't like what
it was seeing. Wait, it did like what it was seeing (Hot cheerleaders), but my
mind had a few conflictions. Sports are for MEN. When we play sports, we like to
make it perfectly clear that we're performing without any help of a female of
any kind. More or less emphasizing that they are worthless, but you don't have
to look at it that way if you get offended. Oh wait, you do. I know (some)
chicks are hot and all, but there's got to be a fine line between sports playing
(manliness) and sex playing (Penisness). In other words, your penis is hanging
on tight until after you win the game so THEN you can fuck a cheerleader. But if
you're standing there looking at some chicks tits while you're supposed to be
taking defense, you won't win, and thus, you won't get laid. It goes hand in
hand or rather, penis in vagina.
What's with the whole cheerleader gig anyway? If the job is to arouse the
players as well as the crowd, why don't they just keep their shirts lifted the
whole game? No one needs that give me a "P" bullshit. It's not like it helps
anyway, it just makes the players feel "This is what I got out of class for? To
hell with it, I'd rather take biology. At least there I'll learn about pussy
anatomy." If you ask me, the cheerleaders should be coming to every game wearing
slave outfits and queefing "Give me a S-H-U-T- T-H-E -F-U-C-K U-P".
I'm not trying to degrade women here, it just happens to be coming out that way
because either: A) They are meant to be degraded or B) It's just too fucking
My mother always tried to drill into me that women are something more than sex
objects. I did research and found that male cheerleaders don't exist at women
games, Male prostitution is not nearly as common as female, and on TV it's
always the chicks spreading their legs and doing bathing suit poses but not the
men. When I presented this to her, all I got was stunning silence. You know, the
kind of silence that your penis is doing the happy dance telling you that you
were right (as usual) and your semen is spinning around in your hefty meat sac
like a navy of one. She had no choice but to admit I was right. Just kidding,
women can never admit they are wrong because that would be degrading.
to how much I rule...