Let production begin in space
Really, sometimes I think, we need to send these creatures called men into space. Launch the sheep with a rocket or a cannonball. Throw it mother, no need to hesitate. Let them go and breed there, let them produce aliens. It doesn't matter to them, as long as it's a female, even if it's a monster with only one tooth left, it doesn't matter to them.
In other words, there is something that we women have difficulty in understanding or cannot accept that the minds and other sense organs of these body sinkers serve a single limb and they are of no use other than reproduction in this limb.
Men don't have feelings bro, don't look for feelings in men. Oh, if you are going to say that these writers and poets are neither novelists nor poets, read them. Look what they write..
However, a glass of water was enough to wet your hair.
We were satisfied with a slice of bread and a couple of olives.
If I kissed you once, the two of them would remember
If I want to kiss you twice
Where your face ends and your body begins
You had breasts, your breasts were heroes then
The after is beauty.