Give me 18157, thank you for raising my self-esteem. Against the backdrop of people like you, I even felt like a nicky alpha.

You complain that a real man needs to extinguish enemies or crush a bunch of babies. And this is in our time, when in some centuries there was an opportunity to heights in the business that you really like, regardless of belonging to the class. Should we say that in earlier times there was no choice - smelled or pulled a lifetime, like a sweet, and nobody would ask you.

And finally pleased the passage that ‘feminism and emancipation have achieved morally’. Agree, it is unpleasant when you are not burned with desire in the pop shower 24/7 for one fact of belonging to the "strong sex".

A bad dancer knows what prevents. You seem to be a bad dancer.