If you’re not familiar with Weasel’s blog, Why Women Hate Men, then you haven’t been living your life to its fullest capacity.
Weasel and I have struck up a great little friendship and I’m really hoping that he and I can work together on something soon. In addition to the fact that he’s a brilliant writer, he’s also loaded with snark. What a dream! Here’s one of my favorite posts from him:
HAIRY COOCHY LOVER
I know this is probably a waste of time but its really a hard thing to find a nice hairy pussy to eat on a regular basis. Can you imagine if i set up a road side booth and asked all the ladies that stopped by if they had a hairy snack?
Somewhere along the way all you ladies shaved it off. Bad Bad Bad I do have pictures and truth be told im really not a bad looking dude. Ijust wanted a way to see some yummy hairy snacks.Tim
Tim, that is a great idea! I don’t know why no one has thought of it before.
Let’s set up a booth on the side of the road, and then put a big white sign on top of our booth that begs the question “Do you have a hairy snack?”
Why, we can call it the Hairy Snack Shack. Get it, Tim? It rhymes! And I’m not very good at rhyming, Tim, but it’s kind of like your name rhymes with holy fucking shit you’re a dickwad.
And what educated, smart, beautiful woman worth dating could possibly resist stopping by a small roadside shack haphazardy constructed with the pizza boxes leftover from your small rental studio in back of a fucking hog barn and manned by an impotent, weak, uneducated dolt sitting in a broken folding chair, twiddling his thumbs and rubbing his genitals with a jar of edible child’s paste?
“Fuck Palm Springs, let’s turn the car around”, they’d scream, “because we’re going to the Hairy Snack Shack to show our hairy vaginas to that proprietor Tim.”
So no Tim, I don’t think that idea would be a waste of time.
You fucking idiot.
Holy fucking shit you’re a dickwad. Ahh… Bliss.
