Everywhere I go, guys are complaining. They complain about their jobs, their looks, their bank accounts, their commute, their friends, their health, all sorts of things. And then they complain about not getting laid. Guys complain about that a lot.
Every single time I hear that, I have to smirk at what I feel is a subtle irony – their complaining is what’s giving them the grief to complain about not getting laid.
I wonder what these guys are like on dates, or if they get that far. Hi, madame, did you know my boss is a total cocksucker? Please listen while I tell you everything I hate about the current political climate. You’ll surely want to fuck me after I bitch endlessly about whatever it is we’re doing.
Want to get laid more often? Cut the bitch and moan. Bring the tone up. Nobody gives a shit about your problems. Especially not women.
Love,
Captain Cussy Pants

