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Sincerely, Guys

Event people nationwide

I humbly implore you:

If you have a craft fair

You should have a gun show too

So mom can get a crocheted scarf

And dad a .22

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And They Complain About “Football Time”

April the 4th, 1902:

His wife said, “We’re leaving in 5.”

Today his wife’s ghost put on her shoes

And asked, “Hey, why aren’t you alive?”

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Sophie’s New Choice

Equal wages or

Pumpkin-spice in everything…

White girls, whatcha got?

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Sincerely, Men

Women talk about

Other women talking ‘bout

Other women. Why?

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Wife Logic

Standing up to pee

Is the privilege men receive

For killing spiders

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Every. Single. Month.

In thirty seconds

She can laugh and scream and weep

‘Cause water is wet

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I Can Call Him Black, But If He Says It Back That Misogy-tea

I’m a little teapot, short and stout.

I’m looking for a kettle six-foot or thereabout

Who makes a hefty salary, and when I shout

He wins me over and takes me out.

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Mysteries of the Fairer Sex

My wife brought home ten pairs of shoes

Because she simply couldn’t choose

Between the heels, the pumps, the flats,

The mules, the boots, the this-and-thats,

The espadrilles, the gladiators,

So bought them all, saying “See you laters”.

I, on the other hand, am a guy

And really have to wonder why

She wants more than a couple pumps

To satisfy her lady lumps…

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Know Your Role!

Women are possessed of powers

Men cannot explain

But sitting on the toilet for half an hour

Is strictly man’s domain.

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When The Kamala Voters Go On a “Sex Strike”

The Donald got elected

And that makes me so depressed

‘Cause now I can’t go out at night

Wearing my Sunday best

To hit on green-haired feminists

Who think that I am Satan.

Oh well, I have my freedom

And more time for masturbatin’.

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