Screw the petriarchy – I’m having a test-tube baby!
battle of the sexes
As a feminist, I don’t make jokes about hose. It is a socksist remark. It hits too clothes to home.
When God made Eve, he split the Adam. And on the seventh day, he went fission.
The favourite music of menstruating women, without a doubt, is rag time. Period. Especially the flowing melodies and bleed violins of the London Philtamponic, whose works are best played PMSimo.
They launched a tampon into space, to see if it could circumovulate the globe.
Sherlock Holmes novels are sexist! As are all mister-ies.
A man who touches a woman’s leg is guilty of massage a knee.
Hear about the nursery rhyme for women with low self-esteem?
Women are just as hungry as men, according to faminist theory.
A man knows that shopping with his girlfriend and her friends can be slow as mall lasses.