An Internet Thing I Am Sick Of
Gentlemen, whenever a person of the female gender is depicted or discussed, do not feel the need to issue an official Boner Report as to whether you would or would not hypothetically have sex with that lady. Nobody cares. You will not receive valuable prizes for assigning every woman who ever lived into the "I'd hit it"/"I wouldn't hit it" category. Unless you think of my contempt and derision as a valuable prize, in which case YOU MAY ALREADY BE A WINNER.
(This brought to you by several dudes who felt the need to tell the Internet that the young Lillian Gish gave them a boner. Apparently, their plan is to build a time machine and go back to 1923 to woo Ms. Gish? They should at least stop to kill you-know-who on the way.)
(This brought to you by several dudes who felt the need to tell the Internet that the young Lillian Gish gave them a boner. Apparently, their plan is to build a time machine and go back to 1923 to woo Ms. Gish? They should at least stop to kill you-know-who on the way.)