[Allen Knight]

Originally Posted by Beers McSteak

This ol' story... it happens to me quite a few times a week when some misguided youth would tug their mommy's sleeve, point at me and ask "is HE my daddy?". It is then that they get that same look on their face as a person who was just nailed for tax fraud during an audit. But why, sir, why does this happen to you?

Because a certain portion of the time those women are doing math in their head from the kid's birthdate to a certain time prior to that terrible occasion where they experienced anywhere between a few minutes to an hour of bliss that can only be experienced by a natural woman by a man so ultimate in masculinity that it could only be me. So these women naturally panic and walk the other way, pointing out a distraction as to avoid the inevitable conversation that yes, I was.

I remember years ago when I was with a woman I was dating and we were browsing for some trinkets at a Sears when I heard a small boy scream "But Mommy, I want a BARBIE! I hate G.I. Joes!" with the shrillest voice I had ever heard to this day from anything biologically born male. The grown woman he was addressing was about to address her unruly son but then she saw me. Her face grew paler except for her cheeks as she began to enunciate my name until she was promptly interrupted by her son who this time screamed "I hate these clothes, I want a longer shirt with FLORAL PRINT!". This threw me off as I had prior never heard a child use "floral print" in a sentence, but as his mother dragged him away I noticed her eyes never left mine.

The message was implied without me having to say a single word nor her having to say one to me...

We slept together her and I, thank god that child was not mine because it was effeminate, and that one day I would be doomed to encounter this effeminate little boy again in the future.



Well, fast forwards to today... I encounter you again. How's your mother doing, Veritas, and did you ever get the Barbie you were screaming for?

stfu, ur the worst troll ever.