The proper role of men these days? Well, there are a lot of rules, but I’ll only touch a few of them. First of all, all men must wear chaps. Chaps, and nothing underneath. It’s a bitch in winter, I know, but there’s nothing for it.
The boys need to be free, you know, and plus, you’ve got to be ready for action. After all, as soon as those females see you, they’ll be clustering around, begging for some sugar…. syrup. You’ll need to oblige them—that is, if you really are a man.
Another rule: no teeth brushing. Tooth brushes are for sissies. So are dentists. In fact, the entire medical profession is for sissies. Or maybe large animals. A doctor may be a poor subsitute for a vet, but what can you do? Anyway, a real man needs a real manly odor eminating from his mouth. Armpits too. And, while I’m thinking about it, crotch, too.
Then there’s the issue of etiquette. Etiquette? What etiquette? That’s right son, ain’t no etiquette where man guys come from. It’s the law of the jungle. If you got a woman, lock her up, lest she see some other guy’s ding dong, and go running after him. Women are so like that. Cheating wenches.
And finally, at least for today, is that all men got to join the misogynist of the month club. Every month, a new guy gets to bear the golden chastity belt. He may install it upon as many women as he wants. But he must also have a whip, to keep them in line, especially when working in the scullery.
So, that’s it for today. There is more, of course, so much more, but if you want to hear the rest, pony up. You think I give away this shit for free?