Around the campfire, a couple of bros and I started to discuss a book notion. We called it the Dogs vs. the Evil Nesters. The code was to point out to young men all the pitfalls of chasing women.
The plan included handling every element from a purely scientific and factual prospective. Ya see, so many bros chase after girls like Amber here and don’t actually know what they are walking into. The notion is not to meant to prevent us from chasing broads, but to handle it wisely.
For instance, how many bros know brothers who knocked up girls in their 20s and suddenly found themselves tied to a girl and an unexpected offspring for 20 years. Of course, that could be a wonderful thing, but then again…
One of the chapters would discuss marital law in the various states, so a brother knows the partnership he’s stepping into. For instance, California is a purely community property state. The day after you get married, half of everything you earn is hers. Half of everything she earns is yours. Think about that. Would you go into a partnership with anyone under that premise?
Some states are better than others. We would also study the make-up of man vs. woman. The title takes a shot at guys as a bunch of bastards who want to fuck ‘em all. And the nature of woman to set up and control the home, since she was once the one responsible for looking after the kids.
We would discuss their monthly periods, since I once contended that once a month you could break up with any woman, or she might cut your throat. It can be a roll of the dice. Then, of course, about the time you think you might have a relationship with this beast, she’s hit with menopause and goes insane.
So, as you look over Amber here, there’s a problem brewing as you run your calloused paw up that silky thigh. It could be a myriad of pitfalls, including pregnancy, marriage, betrayal, mental torture, no-income, menopause, divorce, obesity, murder, you name it.
Again, I’m not putting all the blame on women. I’ve never been addicted to drugs, but I have been addicted to a woman or 14 of them. We just need to slip our hand up those silky thighs with our eyes wide open, and plenty of gas in our chopper tanks, ‘cause we may need to get the fuck out of town, quick. Let me know what you think of this book notion. Some brothers have begged me to write this.
In the meantime, be careful. They are way more dangerous than many drugs.
–Bandit
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