One fantastic thing about having to go to work these days now that I'm employed at jfk again is seeing tits on the subway, tits at work, tits tits tits. I can't understand why women these days want to go work some shitty job but by whatever graces of god, I get to have an eyeful of their bodies when I go out and it's wonderful, oh so wonderful.
Still don't get it though. You're beautiful. You could find a wealthy man to give you the world. Why is it you want to instead suck on the tit of some corporation that treats you like a piece of meat, I don't get it...
I ain't got a choice. Work or die.
You do. I guess the money is tantalizing?
Never mind though. I think it's great how women put up this tough act like they're men, then when a real man enters the room they go straight back to being little girly princesses. That's why I have no fear of girls anymore. I can be a real man if I want to be. And it's what a lot of guys learn at some point, that the female is not in control. They'll pretend they are, but nope, if you're a real man, she belongs to you, you can put it in her butt and everything and she'll take it.
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