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Wednesday, April 1, 2009

I know why women trip

Motherhood.

Its motherhood ya'll. Before being a mother, girls trip on the intense biological forces that take over all thought and emotion and drive girls to be moms, or at the very least create the conditions under which momhood can best be realized (house, man, dog, fence). Fellaz: consider the intense drive we have to chase down all women and impregnate them and then run off skipping into the woods. We're just built that way right? So.

Have you ever seen a mom at the grocery store, airport, coffee house on the damn bus? Dude. Being a mother drives women insane. How many times has yer mom stayed up all night waiting for you? How many times does she call and be like: You're dead aren't you? (Thanks Anna) Ya know. Moms freak the fuck out several times daily AND cook, clean, do the laundry, deal with pops, make appointments, drive here and there and and and ... insanity is the only logical result.

Then. Oh Lord then then then just as the kids are all gone and pops starts getting fat and can't get it up anymore, motherhood leaves forever. Just like that. The angel/demon on the back of all women is gone forever and leaves ... (i need more work in the lab to know what exactly is left behind) but I do know that cougars and rose tea and flower arrangements and a Cause are the stars revolving around the black hole ever closer ever faster around the hole left behind by motherhood.


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