Dedicated to exposing all the women who complain about wanting a "good man", to show women's poor dating behavior and unreasonable standards while offering little to no value themselves.
6h ago WhereAreAllTheGoodMen
Why does this ankle monitor seem so exciting to me?
11h ago WhereAreAllTheGoodMen
@deeplydisturbed Now I'm just curious what crimes someone would guess I committed to get the bracelet... this is probably going to result in more than $200 worth of enjoyment..
And the best part - she'll say "why do you have an ankle bracelet" and I'll say "oh, it's just for fun, I wear it as an accessory" which will be 100% true but she will believe exactly 0%
12h ago WhereAreAllTheGoodMen
@deeplydisturbed I am seriously considering an ankle bracelet right now... $200ish and since I control the software, I can set it to go off when I walk to the wrong places :p wouldn't that leave an impression - mid date you're walking along and your ankle starts beeping... "Sorry, according to this we've got to go back to my place right now"
Our work has metastasized.
@deeplydisturbed those last two are almost word-for-word the same as some that have appeared at WAATGM over the years
Weekend post:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWdg3iMVzoU
Just finished this video and the comment section made me chuckle slightly.
Selected Comments:
@redpilledman00000 If an automobile dealership sold vehicles that were missing the engine, transmission, tires, and steering wheel, they would also be wondering where all the good customers had gone.
@righthandwolf306 The good men haven't gone anywhere but off the market.
@sicsempertyrannis4104 Tradition is what you call the solution to a problem, after you've forgotten what the problem is. Take away the solution and the problem comes back.
@georgeedward1226 Imagine a bakery that gave away for free all the fresh, hot loaves of bread from the oven in the morning, then as it gets close to closing time the bakery starts asking top dollar for the stale bread that's been there all day
Read More@First-light I'm chuckling. My wife is a Soviet woman and "chemistry" for her involves mixing Plutonium and gasoline. My wife was similar to my grandmother who, back in the era of oppression, was more pragmatic about relationships and didn't expect a Disney/Hallmark romance provided entirely by the man. Granted, she's a blonde pain in the arse most of the time, but she's a mature person.