Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, video games and smartphones. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose wageslaving. Choose working all your life to pay debts to rich bankers. Choose wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose betabuxxxing and marrying a roastie. Choose a chad-widowed single mother with deluded inflated smv. Choose getting pegged and saying goodbye to any last ounce of masculinity you once had. Choose sitting on that computer chair watching mind-numbing, fairy tale fair-world superhero movies, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth and browsing subreddits. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up foid of a wife who divorced you taking your money for the chad spawn you paid to raise. Choose your future...
But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose cuckoldry. I chose something else. And the reasons? An hypergamous cucked society. Who needs society when you've taken the blackpill?
