User:The incredible foot

A man speaks even though he doesn't know what the hell he's talking about. I picked up a stick and stone, lobbed the stone in the air and batted it a hundred yards down the steep hillside where it crashed in the tall brush below. "Why did you do that?" she asked. What kind of question is that? You just saw why I did it. A man would never ask that. A man acts—a woman wonders why. But is it their nature or just a reflection of relative social position?—one they've been compelled to occupy since Eve first bore the blame for tempting a man to sin.

God is great.

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