Tuesday, September 22
sigh.

Felicia lee, murdered in her apartment.

dont be a goddamn sucker for ang mohs la seriously. will gullible women wake up and somehow get disenchanted in this delusional labyrinthine cobweb of lie and deceit?

you are making me turn against you when i see you with an ang moh, you know that? i dont want to fucken turn my face against my own kind.

or must i give up hope on my own kind, and seek greener pastures elsewhere? become a SPB(sarong party boy?) this is seriously arsinine. what do they do with you? swing you with other men, objectify, repackage you as some sex-toy under the pretext of i-love-youS that actually mean i-love-fucking-your-pussy, and then, before you know it, you get duped and your prime moments of your life sail you by?

so what if they're tall? do they know fundemental arithmethic? do they know how to appreciate women for their intrinsic feminity other than the wetness between your legs?  can they hold a tenable argument/know the value of fiscal prudence? shame you on spgs. the bulk of them are so....could i use this word, odious.

i have this penchant for our local women, petite, feminine and this inexplicable attraction. dont make me lose faith la, seriously. this is a sad state of affairs.

Posted at 12:17 am by Pseudo-Imperialist

 

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