Today I sat at an intersection behind a teen boy's SUV with a license plate frame that read "My other toy has tits".
Needless to say I wished him harm... a great deal of harm.
Then I laughed and thought... naaaah. That kid has guaranteed himself a lonely, frozen, vagina free existence for at least a decade with an attitude like that.
When I mentioned this to friends, most of the men assured me that there are plenty of young ladies who would happily climb into that SUV because they thought the plate was funny. *shudder* They may be right but I can't imagine that POV working into that moron's college years.
I thought about what kind of parent might allow their child to put that on their car. I thought about the father that will see that plate when the kid shows up to pick up his daughter and the verbal beat down that will certainly take place. I like that thought best.
Then I wondered, who on earth might actually get away with that kind of message on their car? That's when I thought of Maks. I started watching Dancing With the Stars because of this guy. In the beginning I called him "the hot misogynistic one". I still call him that but admit I can't take my eyes off him. Well, more precisely, I tend to stare at his bottom and hips Holy crap! Nice moneymaker, Maks! Any man who can shake it like that can pretty much say anything he wants. Any woman he might consider a toy would certainly think the very same of him.
Monday, November 14
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