After my two muscled male attendants attend my
visceral needs, I arise with a Breath of Fire. I
then drink Orange juice with a raw egg cracked
in it, and a raisen bran muffin. Then I run up to
the mountain side and back. And I do not mean
a timid trot: I mean an all out athletic run like
I was doing a marathon. You two, after feigning
a headache to your men, probably eat an old
piece of wedding cake, or bacon & eggs with
white bread toast and instant coffee. Then
you wander into the TV room and switch on
The Jerry Springer show ans watch those
disgusting, Appalachian rubes fight amongst
themselves. It kind of makes you feel genteel
and highly intelliegent in comparison. I advise
you to read D.H. Lawrence,’s Lady Chatterly’s
Lover and stay away from the Jane Austin.
Improve your minds, Ye Vacuous Babes.
Ironing, cleaning & cooking do not build
gray matter. And stop having headaches.
and mysterious pains in your nether regions.
Men will turn to women like Myself or
Wanda Lust if you’re too pristine.