Manosphere II: The Interrogation of Camp Gramps

Everything was fucked up. Things were getting so bad that for the first time since he was seven years old, the President was faced with having to get an actual job. Amidst the gentle caresses of the aromatherapy candle smoke, Camp Gramps shaved the President’s face. “Things are dire, Gramps,” said the President.“You’re a winner, … Continue reading Manosphere II: The Interrogation of Camp Gramps

A Fictional Portrayal of the Great Manosphere Split of 2019

The Autist thumped the table in a retarded rage. Camp Gramps massaged his shoulders and whispered, “Easy up there, chief. You’re going to win this.” “He has to go!” said the Autist. “You’re the man. This is your show,” said Camp Gramps. “FUCKING OATH I AM THE MAN CAMP GRAMPS!” said the Autist. He calmed … Continue reading A Fictional Portrayal of the Great Manosphere Split of 2019