as we all know today women want chad to see the goods like a 1700's housewife window shopping for dinner. this is seen in them wearing shapewear, miniskirts, bras without shirts, and ,more recently, going braless and having their baboon nipples swinging around freely under their shirts. they claim to wear this 'for themselves' and 'because it's comfortable' (who finds floss thongs festering in your poopjuice comfortable?) but we're well aware they wear this for chad and chad's eyes only.
so what happens when we subhuman inceloids stare at them? they get offended.
they seethe and mald that we're even looking at them, they get visceral disgust that we're sampling the goods deserved for chad.
but what can they do about it? nothing. that's right, all they can do is stay mad.
here's what I've been up to in the past few months:
every time I'm outside I make sure to stare at women who are looking in my general direction. if I'm passing by a woman I stare at her breasts and make sure to stare enough that she notices. if we're just standing around I look at her face and when we make eye contact she looks away immediately (most of the time), frowns (some times), or smiles at me (rare). if she does any of the two aforementioned actions I've already won. the few times a female has smiled at me which I assume it is to be polite I always blow a kiss to them (the one where you puck up your lips and lift your chin) and that always brings up visible disgust.
you might ask: why suffer through this? well, gentlemen. our goal here ultimately is to remind females that we exist. that this first world safe utopia was built and is propped up by incels and sub-3's staying in their cuckcages making sure the wheels of this machine are well oiled so stacy and chad can frolic and dance and fuck like in the fairytales their boomer mother read to them in bed.
they don't like to be reminded we exist, we look at them. and it drives them mad when we do.
so I stare at women in public and you should too.
so what happens when we subhuman inceloids stare at them? they get offended.
they seethe and mald that we're even looking at them, they get visceral disgust that we're sampling the goods deserved for chad.
but what can they do about it? nothing. that's right, all they can do is stay mad.
here's what I've been up to in the past few months:
every time I'm outside I make sure to stare at women who are looking in my general direction. if I'm passing by a woman I stare at her breasts and make sure to stare enough that she notices. if we're just standing around I look at her face and when we make eye contact she looks away immediately (most of the time), frowns (some times), or smiles at me (rare). if she does any of the two aforementioned actions I've already won. the few times a female has smiled at me which I assume it is to be polite I always blow a kiss to them (the one where you puck up your lips and lift your chin) and that always brings up visible disgust.
you might ask: why suffer through this? well, gentlemen. our goal here ultimately is to remind females that we exist. that this first world safe utopia was built and is propped up by incels and sub-3's staying in their cuckcages making sure the wheels of this machine are well oiled so stacy and chad can frolic and dance and fuck like in the fairytales their boomer mother read to them in bed.
they don't like to be reminded we exist, we look at them. and it drives them mad when we do.
so I stare at women in public and you should too.
) said loudly "stop staring at my breasts" and two obese simps immediately approached and asked me if I was staring at her.
