“Boys have penises, girls have vaginas…” -Kindergarten Cop
If only it was this simple. In the battle of the sexes, the scales tip back and forth. Tipping the scales in favor of the feminine way is the phenomenon I affectionately call “The Circle of Death”. A group of girls with an unbreakable code of “I just want to dance with my girls tonight” form an impenetrable wall of estrogen like they were 2nd graders playing a game of Red Rover. Many men go in, all subsequently get thrown the fuck out.
Ladies, start the night out with too much wine, grab your place on the dance floor, and dance your heart out with utter disdain for every man within a 70 mile radius. Gentlemen, though it looks like a sure thing (lots of drunk girls dancing together, what could be easier?) I assure you, the circle is not meant for you and I.
Not that they aren’t aware of this because this is the time for them to show off all the moves they’ve been learning in stripper pole cardio. The circle is meant to teach men a lesson, and it’s one that we won’t learn anytime soon. Sure, there are times when you are able to get in a good 10-15 seconds of grinding on a girl’s ass before she even notices your half erection in the “no-fly zone” but when the testis-detector finally goes off, the road crew will be there quickly to make sure you move on and shove off.
-Male Guest Blogger
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