The wind didn’t help much either going back, all it did was drive the rain straight into our faces and going back over that bridge we were exposed t... the full brunt of it, by the time we got back which seemed to take ages, our clothes were completely soaked and neither of us had a dry spot on us, wet to the bone, cold and uncontrollable shivering, and to top it all the electricity went off so I couldn’t even do us a hot drink, I struggled to get my clothes off my hands were numb with cold and. It’s not supposed to work that way. Some might agree with me. Others might consider me a real bastard. I don’t care. I don’t like misandrists. Those man-haters who make the life of the western male far more miserable than it has to be. I don’t understand why more men don’t stand up and oppose the misandrists. The misandrists are destroying families. They are ruining the lives of men and boys. We have let them run rampant for far too long. How many more men need to get locked up on false. 30 baje mera mood change hua aur bat karte karte hi maine sadhana ko kaha ki mujeTumhare sath sex karna hai 5 main dono tarfse awaj ane band hue mai bhi thoda ghabragaya tha muje laga ke mere ghr me kiss ko batya to mee too lekin 5 min ke bad usne pucha ki tumhe aisa aaj q laga mai to nashe me hiTha maine kaha muje to tume chod ne ke roj icccha hote thi lekin fir usne kaha ke mai soch ke bataungi us rat ham kareeb 3 baje tak phone pe bat kar rahe thee dosre din subha muje utnemi let ho gaya to. ‘Uh, uh, no, where were you? We waited for you.’ ‘You are stoned, aren’t you? When are you going to be back?’ ‘Later,’ she said, and hung up on him. ‘That bitch!’ he said, to no one. ‘Well, shit.’ He sat down on a sofa and flipped on the TV. He got a beer from the fridge and drank it while watching a baseball game. He finished it and got another one. He felt the buzz coming on as he finished the second beer, and while he was at the fridge getting his third, the front door opened. ‘Hello?’.