Damn Right I'm A Misogynist!

Dear God escort the seed out of this endless moist desert before it suffocates! Beware the swirling blond blades for they have been sharpened on sheep's clothing one too many times. She demands payment for the hostage's release in the form of Stockholm slavery. Put the poor bastard down to ensure their future as a second-rate abortion instead of an F-list lobotomy. We've all stood in shock at the nations in her wake resembling a thousand forgotten funerals. Yes, we've established the fortitude to brush her away like a sick horsefly...until the teeth gnaw in and psychosis lives again