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Glycomann
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So I went and did this today with the wife. There is this 2x a year thing where they fill 6 barns with old crap.. and I literally mean old crap. About 80% of the stuff belonged in a barn or in a junk heap. But anyways.. if any of you want to herd women go to a shit-ton of flea markets and garage sales and toss that junk in your garage. Get 3-4 of your friends to do the same. Then rent out some old farmer's barn and set that junk up. Have your girl friends put up stupid female traps to make the shit look somehow impossibly enticing and then watch women flock to this heap-pile. I never saw so many women in one place in my life. they all had the same look on their face which I can only describe as confused-determined-competing-stressed. There was this pile of or crappy doors standing against one of the barns and my Mrs says all starry eyed "aren't they beautiful?" I was like WTF are you talking about. Those things are all dry rot and crappy. then she tells me the scam. Apparently there is a trend where you restore these things and make a table out of them with a glass top. Jeezz.. to me that sounds about as appealing as jewelry made out of elbow macaroni.
Holy crap.. All the old birds were dressed up for the event in what I assume they configured as antiquing costumes. There was some sort of similarity to their horrific apparel, I could see that much. The younger ones wre dressed more normal but even my wife commented that most of the women there were strange looking. Another thing.. while the older costumed ones were confused-determined-competing-stressed, the younger ones were more relaxed-horney-sexy-interested. If I was alone I could have approached and flirted with the young ones whereas the older ones would have kicked me I think.
There were some men there. I was playing along. I would say 3% of the humans there were men. more than 2/3 of them were about 120 lbs bitches. The other third were in pain like me at some level. Most of them were not standing by their women but staring off in pain. I got some last night so i played along in the group female hallucination/psychosis.
The lines at the checkout were packed with womenz buying old crap. Man someone was cleaning up. I can see all this junk piled in these women's houses in various states of "restoration" Oh well.. at least their husbands will have an excuse to get away in the basement and have a few beers. But in the end some poor sorry bastard is going to have a battered old pair of doors for a dinning room table.
The lesson in this is that women will hand off your hard earned money for anything that rings the dopamine bell in their heads. Mother Nature why have you forsaken me?
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Holy crap.. All the old birds were dressed up for the event in what I assume they configured as antiquing costumes. There was some sort of similarity to their horrific apparel, I could see that much. The younger ones wre dressed more normal but even my wife commented that most of the women there were strange looking. Another thing.. while the older costumed ones were confused-determined-competing-stressed, the younger ones were more relaxed-horney-sexy-interested. If I was alone I could have approached and flirted with the young ones whereas the older ones would have kicked me I think.
There were some men there. I was playing along. I would say 3% of the humans there were men. more than 2/3 of them were about 120 lbs bitches. The other third were in pain like me at some level. Most of them were not standing by their women but staring off in pain. I got some last night so i played along in the group female hallucination/psychosis.
The lines at the checkout were packed with womenz buying old crap. Man someone was cleaning up. I can see all this junk piled in these women's houses in various states of "restoration" Oh well.. at least their husbands will have an excuse to get away in the basement and have a few beers. But in the end some poor sorry bastard is going to have a battered old pair of doors for a dinning room table.
The lesson in this is that women will hand off your hard earned money for anything that rings the dopamine bell in their heads. Mother Nature why have you forsaken me?
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