My absence only proves that I am a useless slut

-- originally posted by Arini

Welcome back to SUPERFUNTIMES! The hubs and I are done getting married, so hopefully you’ll see more posts.

My Facebook news feed is an explosion of lulz, probably because I’ve whittled my friends list down to only people who are awesome and hilarious. This weekend I was linked to Manboobz, my new favorite site, which is devoted to mocking misogynists.

David Futrelle navigates the creepy internet forums (fora?) and blogs that claim to be devoted to “Men’s Right’s Activism,” which seems to be less concerned with “Men’s Rights,” and more interested in bitching about how all women are useless sluts who are only interested in men’s money and sperm.

Wait…what? Sorry, dudes, power, and therefore money may be attractive to some ladies, but I ASSURE you, semen is not what I look for in a man. If it was, I would just equip a Realdoll (NSFW, duh) with a turkey baster. I’m pretty sure the Realdoll (who I would name Sir Baxter Willis Pennysworth III [also NSFW]) would have a better personality than these douchebags. Observe one in action, (photo from my imagination):

I’M A SERIAL MURDERER!

Some say that women are children.
I think that women are way below children.
Imagine a retarded child playing with a machine gun and you will have an accurate picture of women.
Pathetic, yes they are…
What a curse it must be to be born a woman…

It certainly is, sir. It’s a curse to be a woman in a world where asshats like you hate women, but still want to sleep with us. And in the saddest twist of irony ever, you don’t realize that women reject you because we are smart enough to recognize an asshole when we see one. Meanwhile the “manginas” you codemn for joining in on some kind of feminist conspiracy are too busy touching our boobies to care that you hate them, too!

TITTIES!

Seriously, though, if you like laughing at internet idiots, check out Manboobz. There are many lulz to be had.

(Side note: the sheer number of results from a Google Image search for “douchebag” is terrifying. I’m moving to the moon with Sir Baxter.)