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How's my fucking foot crushing your over-made-up face sound like for fun?
Dear College Whores (who give the entire female gender a bad name),
Stop sucking dick or I'll slice your throat open so that you can't anymore. I'm sick and tired of hearing these stories about you bitches being down to fuck in a matter of hours. Blame it on the alcohol, right? I'd have to be blacked out to be fucked by some cheap looking brosef, hair-gelled, polo wearing motherfucker (who smells like beer and an obscene amount of Axe) in a frat house bathroom. No matter how drunk I get I will never be as low as you. You're not ladies, you're tramps. You're predictable, you spread disease and then you giggle about it with your equally brainless friends. You're not in college to learn, you're in college to get attention and get called "hot" with your tits hanging so far out of the shirt you call a DRESS, its inane. You're tools. You'll take attention from anyone who will dish it out. "It's just having fun..." Right, it's having fun. Exploiting yourself so you have something to talk about is fun. Looking like trash is fun. Tanning until you look like a goddamn Oompa Loompa is fun. How's my fucking foot crushing your over-made-up face sound like for fun? Being a population made half of butterfaces, I dare anyone to call me jealous even once. It's come up before as a petty, witless attempt to justify your idiotic behavior. How could a successful, attractive woman be jealous of a slut like YOU? True, all women love attention. It's Psych 101, not that you'd know. But you couldn't PAY me to accept the kind of crude, disgusting attention that you not only get but continue to beg for.
Leggings aren't pants.
Wearing spike heels to class makes you look more like a moron than anything sexy.
Stop giving young women a bad name. Stop disrespecting yourselves.
God, if you can't do that, flat out stop existing.
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