The ultimate sexist put-down: the prick which lies down on the job. The ultimate weapon in the war between the sexes: the limp prick. The banner of the enemy's encampment: the prick at half-mast. The symbol of the apocalypse: the atomic warhead prick which self-destructs. That was the basic inequity which could never be righted: not that the male had a wonderful added attraction called a penis, but that the female had a wonderful all-weather cunt. Neither storm nor sleet nor dark of night could faze it. It was always there, always ready. Quite terrifying, when you think about it. No wonder men hated women. No wonder they invented the myth of female inadequacy.
I don't know why it should be, I am sure; but the sight of another man asleep in bed when I am up, maddens me.
Let a smile be your umbrella, and you'll end up with a face full of rain.
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I'm the crazy girly captain, Remember?
I would so hate to be a first-person character! Always on your guard, always having people read your thoughts!
This is the fast lane, folks...and some of us like it here.
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I'm miserable now.
Nobody will ever win the battle of the sexes. There is too much fraternizing with the enemy.
Now stand in the corner, and think about what you've done!
How is it that little children are so intelligent and men so stupid? It must be education that does it
Because he has the best equipment in the City and he knows how to use it!
You couldn't be satisfied with being an amateur asshole, could you, Jimbo! You had to go and turn pro on me!
Camping is nature's way of promoting the motel business.
Huging my pillow to my chest, I told myself, At least soon you won't have so much time to miss him. Soon school will start again, and then you'll be busier. Wait. Am I reduced to HOPING for school to start? Somehow, I have discovered a whole new level of pathetic.
Doing business without advertising is like winking at a girl in the dark. You know what you are doing but nobody else does.
Professors of literature collect books the way a ship collects barnacles, without seeming effort.
For the record, I would like to point out that it is NOT being obsessive to memorize a boy's schedule so that you can accidentally bump into him. It is called being efficient.
I have never met any really wicked person before. I feel rather frightened. I am so afraid he will look just like every one else.
The inhabitants of the earth are of two sorts: those with brains, but no religion, and those with religion, but no brains.
