Gabby Windey

I know you're thinking, oh, Gabby, give it up.

Oh, Gabby, there she goes again.

Oh, Gabby, you're nothing but a rage baiter.

I wish it wasn't so, but it is factually, objectively the truth.

Sorry, I'm a truth teller.

I wish I was being dramatic.

I wish he could hammer his own face and leave us out of it.

But unfortunately, the hammer has gotten to his amoeba brain and his high cheekbones are communicating to him that he doesn't want to be with a smart woman because one pound by one pound by one pound by one pound, he becomes dumber.

And he has to share with us, he has to share with the world, so we have no choice but to consume.

Of course, you could look away, but why would I?

I need to speak on this freak.

And these men act like they are all better than all women and deserve them as well.

Like, all of them act like they know exactly what women want, which is them, hello, why would we ever want to be with a freakazoid like that?

Nobody wants to be with you.

This is what gets under my gorgeous, moisturized skin.

They talk about fucking girls like they can do it whenever they want with whoever they want.

And it's like, we don't like you.

We actually don't like you.

We have a choice in this too.

But to them, we don't.