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Don't play the game if you can't handle the consequences

It's free real estate. Here's more dick related high school insults:

The Pencil Peen Putdown: "Hey, nice 'No. 2' pencil you got there. Shame it's more like a 'No. 0.2' when it comes to actual size!"

The Microscope Mishap: "I heard they had to use a microscope to find yours during sex ed. Talk about a biology fail!"

The Erect Eraser: "Your dick's so small, it's like trying to erase a mistake with a broken pencil—totally pointless!"

The Ruler Ruckus: "I bet even a ruler laughs at your dick's measurements. It's more like a millimeter Peter than a ruler of any kind!"

The Fountain Pen Flop: "Your dick's like a fountain pen—always leaking and never quite getting the job done. Maybe stick to pencils from now on, champ!"

If the seat post can take it so can the buyer.I invented some more FAQ customer burns:

The Flaming Flop: "Q: What if I don't like the product? A: Well, we can't promise you'll love it, but we can guarantee it'll make a great conversation starter at your next 'Worst Purchase Ever' support group meeting."

The Sizzling Snark: "Q: Does this product come with a warranty? A: Sure, it comes with a warranty that's about as reliable as your ex's promises to 'change.' Good luck with that!"

The Roasting Riddle: "Q: How long does shipping take? A: About as long as it takes for your crush to text you back—so you might want to pack a lunch and settle in for the long haul."

The Charred Comeback: "Q: Is this product eco-friendly? A: Absolutely! It's so eco-friendly, it practically composts itself—just like your hopes and dreams after buying it."

The Toasted Tease: "Q: Can I return the product if it's not what I expected? A: Of course! Just remember, returning this product is a lot like trying to return a bad haircut—you'll have to live with the consequences, but at least it makes for a good story!"

She brought a nuke to a knife fight. Since this guy's here to chew bubblegum and disrespect women and he's all out of bubblegum we asked ourselves why misogynists can't get dates and came up with these reasons so our girlfriends don't dump us :

"The Bro-tastic Backfire:" Misogynists can't get dates because their attempts at bro-ing out with potential partners are about as successful as a fish riding a bicycle. Instead of bonding over shared interests, they're more likely to mansplain football stats and lecture on the merits of Axe body spray—leaving everyone within earshot wondering if they've accidentally stumbled into a frat house.

"The Chauvinistic Checklist Catastrophe:" Misogynists struggle to get dates because their dating criteria are more outdated than a VHS tape. Instead of seeking compatibility and connection, they're more concerned with finding a partner who fits their narrow definition of femininity—preferably one who doesn't challenge their fragile ego or expect basic human decency.

"The Macho Meltdown Misadventure:" Misogynists can't get dates because their idea of seduction is about as smooth as sandpaper. Instead of wooing potential partners with charm and charisma, they're more likely to flex their muscles and brag about their conquests—leaving everyone within earshot rolling their eyes and reaching for the nearest exit.

"The Sexist Self-Sabotage Shuffle:" Misogynists struggle to get dates because they're too busy shooting themselves in the foot with their outdated attitudes and offensive behavior. Instead of treating potential partners with respect and kindness, they're more likely to insult their intelligence and belittle their accomplishments—leaving everyone within earshot wondering why they bother leaving the house.

"The Tinder Trash Talk Trainwreck:" Misogynists can't get dates because their online dating profiles are about as appealing as a soggy sandwich. Instead of showcasing their personality and interests, they're more likely to rant about "feminazis" and complain about being "nice guys"—leaving potential matches swiping left faster than you can say "fragile masculinity."

Wish it could go away but it stays. Why does it though? Shouldn't your body be able to purge toxic things from itself? We asked an alcoholic riding a donkey and he came up with these reasons why you can't vomit out a bad attitude:

"The Sour Stomach Syndrome:" Trying to vomit out a bad attitude is like expecting your stomach to turn into a therapist's couch—it's just not equipped to handle emotional baggage. Instead of purging negativity, you're more likely to end up with heartburn and a whole new set of problems to worry about.

"The Bitter Belch Backfire:" Attempting to vomit out a bad attitude is like trying to belch out your inner demons—it might provide temporary relief, but it's not a long-term solution. Instead of exorcising negativity, you're more likely to just make everyone within earshot uncomfortable and slightly nauseous.

"The Cranky Cough-Up Conundrum:" Trying to vomit out a bad attitude is like expecting your body to cough up a hairball—it's messy, unpleasant, and probably not going to solve anything. Instead of expelling negativity, you're more likely to just end up with a sore throat and a lingering sense of bitterness.

"The Pessimistic Projectile Problem:" Attempting to vomit out a bad attitude is like trying to projectile vomit your way to positivity—it's messy, ineffective, and likely to leave a trail of destruction in its wake. Instead of cleansing your soul, you're more likely to just traumatize everyone within a five-foot radius and ruin the carpet.

"The Grouchy Gag Reflex:" Trying to vomit out a bad attitude is like expecting your body to reject negativity like a bad oyster—it's wishful thinking at best and downright foolish at worst. Instead of purging toxicity, you're more likely to just trigger your gag reflex and end up feeling even worse than before.

Also would give people something to think about.
Here are five humorous reasons a retail worker's social battery might always be running on empty:

"The Customer Comedian": Every shift feels like a stand-up comedy routine with a never-ending stream of quirky customers and their wild requests. By the time they clock out, they've used up all their social energy crafting witty responses and suppressing laughter at the absurdity of it all.

"The Name Tag Curse": Wearing a name tag seems to invite strangers to share their life stories, complaints, and unsolicited advice. After a day of being addressed by name by complete strangers, they're drained from pretending to care about the weather in Idaho or Aunt Mildred's bunions.

"The Sale Smile Strain": Keeping up a cheerful demeanor while dealing with difficult customers can feel like holding a smile through a hurricane. By the end of their shift, their facial muscles ache, and their smile feels as strained as a pair of too-tight shoes.

"The Price Check Paradox": No matter how clearly prices are marked, customers will always ask for a price check, leading to a never-ending cycle of scanning, searching, and sighing. After a day of repeating "Let me check for you," they're ready to retreat into blissful silence.

"The 'Can I Speak to Your Manager?' Marathon": Dealing with entitled customers who demand to speak to the manager over the slightest inconvenience is like running a never-ending marathon of absurdity. After a day of navigating Karen encounters, their social battery is drained faster than a phone playing Candy Crush.