Shopping with Women

First of all, I would like to start this off by stating that I am NOT a sexist ( Yes, despite the copious amount of accusations thrown at me in the past). Listen, I happen to love the female race. They are great for a multitude of tasks. I could easily come up with a list stating the matters they are beneficent for, starting in the bedroom and ending in the kitchen. Anyway, I should steer away from going down that direction and start the point of this post. Shopping with women is brutal!!! I probably decided to write this, because I just recently went to the KOP (King of Prussia- for you Rah tards) mall with my mom and sister. Let's just say it was a delightful afternoon. This by far could be one of the worst decisions a male could ever make. The only reason I was there in the first place was to purchase a brand new suit for my new job, which I was originally excited to do. Fifteen minutes into the trip I realized that this was not going to be a trip just for suit, and my loving sister definitely wasn't there just for moral support. Little to my surprise, we happened to be at the KOP mall on a massive sale day. There were fucking women everywhere! Normally, I would be thrilled to be surrounded by women in a public setting. However, this was a horse of a different mother effin color. Women were ravaging for clothes everywhere and wouldn't let anything ever get in their way for that glorified piece of cloth they were about to buy. It somewhat resembled Ryan Lewis at an all you can buffet, if you can picture that. I don't even know why some women were so excited to purchase the items that they were, I saw what they were buying and that shit wasn't even designer. After starring in awe I had to remind myself to forget about this staggering event and force my mother to buy me my suit.

At this point I was already furious and typing this is starting to get me angry again. So I'm gonna finish this up as quick as possible and end the story. Basically, a disgusting amount of disagreements (violent fights) went down with my mother when buying this suit. We simply could not agree on damn thing. It ended up me throwing my slacks 15 feet across the room and hitting my mother in the chest. At this point I immediately felt horrible. The only thing I could think of saying was, "mom you were suppose to catch them!??." I looked to my left and the lady working at the store was staring me down like she just witnessed daddy hitting mommy at the dinner table or something. Finally, I told my mom it was time to go and buy me whatever you want. As I was walking out of the store the only thing I could think about in my head was, "the last time I whipped a piece of clothing like that at a woman was junior year prom at Shannon Gallagher, hehe that bitch really deserved it though."