The girl in rapelling class required no courage as she was not afraid. Even when two of us had to drag her dangling derrierre over the parapet, she looked at us with that idiotic, “Oh well, the boys are doing it; it must be safe” smile. Oblivious to the danger, she actually giggled. Now, the guys had guts because they knew, they fucking knew, that their carabiner may have been forged on a Friday afternoon or, worse, on a Monday morning by a bloated butch who was feeling icky. Next: Receptionist Runs Off Customers Every Twenty-Five Days But Males Are Toxic. (Liberals: You assumed that “receptionist” meant “chick”.)

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