RobotMonster likes to continuously jump on my forum and inform people about the stupidest shit he's run across on
Stripperweb. Personally I'm thankful because I could never peruse their Website and sift through all the coal to find a real gem of stupidity, similar to that of how nobody in this country wishes to sit through an entire soccer game already knowing they're only going to see three goals scored. Here is the relevant portion of Robot's offering:
Surprise (Stupid, stripper, cunt, whore):
i get onstage. my first target is a guy talking to his friend. i hope into his lap and say "how am i supposed to be sexy for you if you're not paying any attention?" (this has never failed me. the jackass says "oh yeah like mine and 900 other dicks opinion in here matters" i say "it absolutely does. you pay my salary and every other dancer in here profits from you too, so yes, your dicks opinion matters. if you're not going to tip me, get the FUCK away from my stage." he says i was going to tip you, jeez... his friend immediately comes back to sit down with his beer and says STOP TALKING. i don't even let him sit down. YOU GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY STAGE but...i... GO. NOW. YOU DON'T EVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO.
RobotMonster:
"Surprise" is surprised that the clubs are so dead and full of rude people. Well surprise "Surprise" - when you kick a dog he bites. Anyone with a whiff of social civility knows that. This fucking stripper web site is a book on how NOT to act in society and to "win friends and influence people." It is the complete OPPOSITE of what should happen. But you cannot tell them whores anything or you will be punished or banned.
This goes back to an old theory of mine: women believe that the Earth's axis remaining intact is solely dependent upon their feelings, so when the sky falls onto their fragile egos with shards of reality better known to men as "I don't give a fuck," the woman will lash out verbally---if not physically---to amplify her sour puss. Oftentimes I am mesmerized at how this epidemic continues to plague our tiresome ears, but then I remember how heterosexual I am and recall how women use that vertical smile between their fat thighs not only as a commodity, but also to keep men mildly interested at what spews from their mouths. Yet, when an ear becomes keen as mine to detect bullshit atop of horseshit frosted with sprinkles of carp shit---better known as what a woman has to say, a man has no choice but to learn the art of filtering.
Once actual maturity starts hitting a man, he develops immediate aversions to certain life supports for vaginas out there and our radar picks up as to not allow even more wasted heartbeats into our important lives. Disliking women is inevitable, but you must be able to acknowledge reason for such disdain, for instance, pick a woman . . . any one will do, but don't use your mother. Now, go in the other room and talk to her after this fine read or go call one up. For five minutes and five minutes alone, don't really listen to every word her feeble brain sends to her vocal cords, but rather count how many times the words "I" and "me" shoot out her mouth. Just try it. It's pathetic because within five minutes, those two words will be voiced well-over 19 times.
See, this is why broads love cats and dogs: the glorified rat will purr or wag its tail at anything the woman says to it without prejudice. The creature does not judge the woman for her irrational behavior or asinine emotions, alas we find the more fur-brained pets a woman has, the more useless she is at benefiting a man because as a whole, she just won't think the same as a man. It's already impossible for women to use their brains in the same functioning manner as men therewith making rational decisions and maintaining responsibilities without their entire lives being compromised and encompassed in a super-massive lie, but if they talk to animals as if they're people, an alien leader of some sort is needed to drop off the instruction manual as to decipher these particular female's arcane brain code.
All a man can really do is eventually come to the realization that women are basically here to entertain us, but when I say "entertain" I don't mean they should get up on stage and sing (or strip for that matter.) I don't mean they should get their own talk shows or tell jokes. By "entertain" I as well do not insinuate women should form a team and pick up a basketball or even juggle dildos in front of a hotdog cart because women aren't interesting or talented enough to perform any of these things correctly. When I say women should entertain, what I mean is with their oddities such as their
emotions,
beliefs and specifically their
actions cast upon a very small and local audience. Sometimes we're lucky enough where all of their nonsensical emotions, beliefs and actions are rolled into one, nice shit-storm of typical female behavior, and afterwards a smart man can really get his chuckle on. For instance . . .
I was dating this non-stripper for about three months who wasn't a moron, therefore I was solely entertained by her actions. Women's worst friend (time) eventually caught up with her and she fucked up . . . because, well, women are simply destined to fuck up and they can't help themselves similar to that of the way a lemming walks off a cliff for no apparent fucking reason.
It was her birthday, she was at a bar with her friends, got shitfaced, began chatting with an ex, got so drunk he drove her home because apparently asking someone else wasn't fucking possible, blah blah, she didn't have her phone on her, blah blah, none of her friends knew where she went, blah blah--- we all know where it goes from there because it's the same bullshit every woman tells when she's lying. The next day naturally she claimed "nothing happened" but a man gets to a point in his life where words from a woman are meaningless and he realizes it is her behavior that matters, as her behavior when she's drunk is the weather vane to any and all future spoonfuls of bullshit from her.
Now the point is, her BELIEF was that I would believe her, which is funny. Her EMOTIONS got her in that car; wouldn't matter how drunk she was, which is funny because she thinks she's better than most others. Finally, her ACTIONS prove that she's no different from any other lying, intoxicated, hedonistic, piece of shit female out there on the pole or not, which makes me happy because I love being right---All in all, entertaining.
Hell, I'm a man: I'm right even when I'm wrong. Unlike anything a woman has ever done to benefit society in any feasible manner, any man's fuck up could be the blueprint for every broad's success story because of how perfectly they've mastered fucking shit up. Women are just fuck-ups, man. The only things they're a sure-shot for is lying, never understanding what "accountability" means, spending other people's money and being a milkmaid in some form to cock (most are even shitty at that.) And guess what all those things are? Yep, they're all fuck-ups only a skilled woman in fucking shit up could fuck up even more. Here: if Pi = 3.14 and a man's fuck up is 1.0, then the best way I can explain it is that women fuck shit up in Pi.
All that's left for us men to do is look at the entertainment value in it all. Aww . . . shit, that's right. I already do and that's largely why this site exists.
On a more progressive note, I made my aforementioned ex-girl cry because I dumped her then ignored her, then last Sunday I made a stripper cry and now tonight I made another stripper cry because I told her that after speaking with her about music for roughly 3 minutes and trying to explain what "genre" meant, it was a complete waste of my time and I'd have accomplished more by wrestling whales. That's three cry baby bitches I made within one week! I don't know about you, but I'd call that being on a roll. There are likely others I made pout salty liquid from their eyes and feel sorry for themselves within the last seven days and just didn't let me know as to salvage what's left of their hollowed self-esteem. I can only hope so because every one of those tears are practically worth more than gold to me.