You think you're too KEWL!

First of all, let me thank and congratulate the Khaleeji men who have made complete idiots of us. They will never respect an Arab woman in power, yet they will kneel and chant 'hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm' to a psycho black bitch like Condi Rice. What's up with that?
When an Arab woman steps up in power - she's automatically branded as a 'hoe' or the most preferred terminology 'el ghahba' and they make up all sorts of stories about how she got into power.
What's even funny enough is that these our our men who have lived abroad - studied, ate, enjoyed for years.
They will work their asses off to get a 'Western girl's' attention - with the wine and dine technique but they will treat us like little dumb ass girls as tissue paper - something you sneeze into and throw aside and move on to the next.
Khaleeji men will party, drink, do drugs, FUCK every darn pussy walking biatch, and keep a bloody score card of how many hits they've had in a week.
They come back, put their kandouras on and tighten the ghutra and 3egal on their heads and they go back to being horny ass biatches.
When it comes to equal opportunities, we're as equal as our housemaids (that is if they don't have more rights than us)
Khaleeji men say one thing and do something else. Ask one today about how he feels on the progressive Emirati women and they'll say 'MashAllah, amazing, good for them' - but it's a bunch of bull.
They go to the Majlis and talk about how the women think we are all that, and we are so open minded and think democracy is our motto and would never think to marry us independent thinking women because we are not traditional.
Traditional up my friggin' arse.
Remember boys - 'do unto others as you would have them do to you'
You are all set for doom
Get your act right and us women might give you a place in the society when we hold the reigns.
Put us aside and you'll cry tears of blood

So you think you are your wife's first F*#@

Yes, my dear readers and this one is specifically geared to the men who think every walking woman is a potential F*#K and when they've quenched their thirst or rather when their families put pressure on them to get married, they quit their scavenging pussy hunt.
The funny thing is no matter how many years Khaleeji men may spend with their so-called love of their lives, they never opt to marry her.
Instead they go for the so called innocent, who don't go out, virgin girls. hunny, their ain't such a thing as a virgin anymore and if you do find one, i'll personally bend over and let you have your way.
A biology FYI for all of you idiots out there, almost every girl breaks her hymen way before she reaches the age of 10. The only reason there are many who bleed excessively is because of two reasons:

A. The fucked up men of our Glorious GCC countries push it in so hard that it bloody hurts

B. SHE DOESN'T WANT YOU! Period! So technically, you are raping her!

From what I know, most of our men don't even have the right package to fulfil the job and then blame the women that they aren't kinky enough. If it isn't the right size and length, then you're in deep do-do.

Plus, why should we care about whether you think we're virgins or not, since you men haven't been virgins even before you hit puberty.

So the next time you go around asking mommy or your sisters to find you a good bred wife, think about where her ass has been and believe you me, you are never the first.

Technology in medicine works wonders these days - for a couple of thousand of dirhams, girls today can get sewn up good, her pussy is tighter than a fucking Asian baby.

I'm glad I was able to get that off my chest ...

I need a drink ...

A fake face

how many times have you run into a person who always smiled, yet you knew there was something hidden in their eyes but it's just too hard to ask them what their thoughts are, their feelings, their passions, their fears

the answer i'm guessing is COUNTLESS number of times

i say that because i run into those people everyday, even moreso that i see one of them everyday when i wake up and look at myself in the mirror and see a relfection of never ending sorrow to the time i lay myself to sleep ...

yes, i must confess, i am one of those smiley people, yet i have to ask myself, what am i smiling for? it's certainly not for me ... the bubbliness of my physique is not parallel with my inner soul ...

so to me and to you, i will forever remain InevitablyDooMeD ...