Let me tell you all how much I hate vaginas, at this current moment in time, there hasn’t been a point in history, ever, that someone has hated someone or some people else more than me. There is more hate inside of my soul than there are atoms in the universe. There is more hate inside my body than grains of sand on the beach. If you wrote the word hate, again and again, on an infinitely expanding sheet of paper, you would be writing for 18 Trevigintillion Googol units in years. I hate their hair, I hate their hypocrisy, I hate their skin, their blood, their offspring. Their activism movements. Their smell. Their brains (what little of them they have). When vaginas interact with me, in any capacity, I start to lose my shit, I’ve timed it, right now, I can’t talk to a vagina for more than 3 minutes and 12 seconds without starting to tense up, 37 seconds for ER thoughts, and 3 seconds for general annoyance.
Especially where I live, there happen to be a lot of old vaginas, I hate ever single last one of them.
This doesn’t even show even 1% of my hate at this current moment. Surely, it will go down, but for now. If I talk to any foid at all, I might actually fucking explode.
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Especially where I live, there happen to be a lot of old vaginas, I hate ever single last one of them.
This doesn’t even show even 1% of my hate at this current moment. Surely, it will go down, but for now. If I talk to any foid at all, I might actually fucking explode.
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