You little "manosphere" rats make Me laugh.

Glued to the screen for hours, fawning over other men you see as the be-all, end-alls of perfect alpha masculinity (a bit gay, don't you think?), filling their pockets as they bark at you.

But where you hear a bark, I hear whimpers. Snake oil salesmen that have you, a lowly loser, convinced that you can be better than what you are. You're getting drained by your fellow kin -- robbed by other losers that can play a convincing part to the biggest of failures: YOU.

T*te? A bitch. G*ines? A whiny little cuck. They're not goi...

You little "manosphere" rats make Me laugh.

Glued to the screen for hours, fawning over other men you see as the be-all, end-alls of perfect alpha masculinity (a bit gay, don't you think?), filling their pockets as they bark at you.

But where you hear a bark, I hear whimpers. Snake oil salesmen that have you, a lowly loser, convinced that you can be better than what you are. You're getting drained by your fellow kin -- robbed by other losers that can play a convincing part to the biggest of failures: YOU.

T*te? A bitch. G*ines? A whiny little cuck. They're not going to help you become a high-value man because there is NO such thing. But you fell for it like the idiot you are. Like the lowly, unloved, sexless incel you've always been. And I'll forever laugh at you for it. So hate Me all you want -- it's certainly keeping that hand of yours pumping away at that cock that would otherwise collect dust!

It's time for you to face the music. You can either stroke to this clip and hate jerk to your loser heart's content, or sit on your hands and listen to each word like a dagger through your heart. It doesn't matter and I don't care -- the results are forever the same.