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Manosphere VI: Double P and the Chakra Pussy

With Uncle Bob in the slammer and Camp Gramps proving as useless as ever, the President had become nothing more than a rudderless ship in a sea of uncertainty and vicious feminists. The last convention had been a complete and utter turd sandwich and the President was lost as to what to do next. He … Continue reading Manosphere VI: Double P and the Chakra Pussy

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Manosphere III: Undercover Camp Gramps

The aromatherapy candle lit up the back corners of the room and threw their shadows against the wall. Camp Gramps stood to attention while the President paced back and forth in the dim light of the candle’s flame. “Are you ready for your mission?” asked the President. “Yes, sir, my president,” said Camp Gramps. “What … Continue reading Manosphere III: Undercover Camp Gramps