Jack Dancer

She wants to drive me crazy so that I__l want her even more. She__ teasing me. That__ what women do. You ever heard of a man doing this? Course not.

When you come to a detour, take it.

By the age of thirteen, any blossoming girl knows the power she possesses over boys. By the time she's thirty she's come to realize men would stoop to fucking chickens under the right circumstances.

We__e like Pavlov__ dog with these mammary glands, and it__ only the threat of jail or some other unthinkable repercussion that keeps us tethered.

If you're single and not committed, then go for it. The world's your oyster. But, if you're happily married and want to remain happily married, then the only oyster should be the one sliding down your throat from your spouse.

Women. They're irresistible that's for sure, and they love to remind us that they are the keepers of our desires.

It was then you'd have thought I'd been shot by a Taser, as paralyzed as I was at the sight of her - the perfect feminine form, the image hitting me with the velocity of a Slurpee-like brain-freeze, rendering me again the helpless, hapless male. Any trace of rationality or logic or even common sense that might've been there before is quickly abandoning ship, leaving Dickbrain at the helm and Lust navigating,

I'm a man. Why would you expect anything else? We're meant to be easy and predictable. You are woman. You possess what we seek. We cannot afford to confuse your minds if we are to attain what we seek. Therefore, we elect to be easy and predictable.