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No matter how big your ass grows, it will never grow into an asset


With the rise of feminism

And the fall of patraichy

Men are beginning to own their shortcomings.

They are beginning to see through the alpha male BS.

They are no more afraid to accept that they need financial assistance.

Or that the damsel in financial distress is a scam.

It's not a show of weakness to admit to not having.

Men are now bold enough to ask for help too.

Even from women!

Millennials are now aware that any woman that cannot bring something to the table apart from ass and boobs, will most definitely be left behind with her behind.

Feminism is redefining assets, not on the basis of gender but intellectual strength and mental ability.

The fall of patraichy is expunging ass and breasts to the background.

Promoting intelligence and skills over sex and sexism.

Soon, the world will no longer endorse dependency.

Except you are literally a baby.

But then, on an average level, even babies hawk and contribute to the upkeep of the family.

How much more a full grown mature human being.

If you cannot provide or contribute.

No amount of asses, cleavages or big preeq will save you.

You will be left behind with your behind.

If there is no "et" attached to the ass.

It's a liability.

No matter how big your ass grows, it'll never grow into an asset.

With Technology and Innovation changing the way we think, act, feel, love, live and survive!

There is no room for liability.

If you can't work.

You will not even see grass to eat.

If you cannot work

By God, you will die of starvation.

Start working

Stop twerking



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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