Nope, I am not talking about a giant chicken. I am talking about a giant, walking talking phallus. His name is not Terrel, nor is it Barry. His name is Greg Behrendt. I caught this penis's act the other day as I flipped across Oprah. His act is a simple one. He tells women that men are scum and they deserve better, like maybe himself. On this show he actually told one of them that she was a "ultra fox" that deserved better then a guy that was afraid to commit in a relationship. Maybe he had his reasons. Maybe she has testicles. Maybe she has some bizaro mental problems that Greg doesn't know about. Why make her feel good and the guy feel like shit? Oh, I forgot, she will buy his book. What makes him better to tell us this than Dr. Phil? Because he had something to do with an episode of Sex in The City!
Now I am not saying that all men are Saints, but we aren't all evil either. If a guy doesn't call you, it's not only because he doesn't want to get in your pants, he might be working, something that it seems Greg knows little about. According to this genius, men and women can't be friends if the guy has any interest in the woman he will be asking her to marry him within minutes. Maybe, just maybe he is intimidated? Maybe she has three breasts. Maybe she has 12 toes? It's not possible in Greg's world. The guy should be shoveling cash out on a ring at Tiffany's the second the couple meets.
I want to write a Book and name it No, Women are From Mars and You are a Penis. It will dispell all the horseshit this guy and his Lee Press On Hair is selling and tell women the truth. The guy that hits on you all night at the bar and wants to take you home will forget about you tomorrow. The guy that is afraid to talk to you in the bar and wants to start a relationship by being your friend could be there forever, if you would stop chasing the guy that hit on you in the bar.
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