The One Trump Card We Have

Readership, if you'll recall, my roommate Waffles and I have predicted that the existence of mankind (just the male aspect) will come to an end at the hands (lips?) of Vagina. And if you won't recall, you should read this . . . and then drop 'n gimme fifty.

Anyway.

Faced with the knowledge that our half of the species will inevitably become either enslaved or extinct because of Vagina, Waffles and I decided that something had to be done. As Men, we had to make sure that if we were goin' down, we weren't gonna go down like no bitchass nyukkas.

So we sat down and brainstormed. And brainstormed. And thought. And thought some more.

And then we discovered the solution - the one trump card that we could ever have against the menace that is ({}).

Chocolate.

Flavored.

Semen.

Stay classy