uh-oh, run for your lives

The jig’s up, fellas. Women aren’t intimidated by the He-Man Woman Haters Club, anymore. They’re out of control. We must declare them a dangerous menace and rally our base. Chanting and death threats, that’ll shut ‘em up. Then we’ll declare ourselves victims, lament the serious damage to our oh-so-tender egos, and toast ourselves in celebration. We’ll crush beer cans on our heads and boof the night away. What a brilliant, winning strategy.

Okay, girls, it’s show time. Let’s vote them out and fix this mess.

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