KILL ALL FEMINISTS.
ALL FEMINISTS MUST DIE.
KILL ALL FEMINISTS.
ALL FEMINISTS MUST DIE.
I DIPPED A QUILL IN A SEWER OF FEMINIST TEARS AND…
Shit. Sorry.
You walked in on me writing a manifesto.
I’m supposed to be writing a column.
I’ll start now…
Cup Day is upon us.
A time to get trashed, get laid and have a flutter on the gee-gees.
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