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Watching football.  First games ending, second games starting.  Get a phone call in between from a female who's askin me a shit ton of questions.  Listen, females.  When you ask a man a question he is not thinking about the best answer, he ain't even thinking about an answer to the question.  He's thinking about what to say to shut this shit down.  And when you're with him and you're taking off your clothes and you're thinking Does he think my breasts are too small?  Does he notice my thigh gap, or that it's too wide or not enough of one?  And what if and does he and how about and what's my best angle . . . the man is thinking nakedwomannakedwomannakedwomannakedwomannakedwomannakedwomannakendwomannakedwomannakenwomannakedwomannakedwomannakedwomannakedwomannakedwomannakedwoman and when you talk to us when we're watching football huh? should be the expected answer.  Don't ask questions about where our relationship is going (that's the first problem, y'all ladies keep thinking you're in relationships) or try to make dates.  Yes, you're an independent person, yes, you are woman and I hear you roar, just don't do it when I'm watching football.. Shut the fuck up.  I have never put a violent hand on a female.  Sure, I've killed many.  But that was war.  I'm saying in domestic life I have never slapped or smacked or pushed or shoved or beat or raped a woman.  And all I ask in return is that I am left alone when I am watching football.  Get a manicure.  Dye your hair.  Just leave me alone.  Though, I don't like hair that isn't its natural color.  A woman should be natural.  Wish mama and sissy thought the same:  they're both fake blondes.  So the late afternoon games are starting.  The babies are taken care of.  All I want to do is watch football, have a drink, go to bed and not have some ... games on, bye.