Guys, I’m thinking of pulling cards.
Attention.
Attention.
I see.
I see.
Oh, I see.
🖕🏻
Oh, he’s not alone.
🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻
Alright. Alright.
No crying now, boys.
So.
I want to talk about women.
Yeah, yeah.
Let’s get snarky.
You bastards.
Does anyone actually laugh at your jokes?
Besides your subordinates?
They’re trapped.
Okay, that’s enough.
I’ll fix my tits.
You fix your dick.
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You know what the key is?!
What — you don’t?!
Hm.
Alright, alright.
I’m in a good mood.
And I always get vicious when I’m in a good mood.
Besides, you influence me badly.
All this crap starts crawling out.
So, boys.
There is a key.
If you need to quickly figure out what kind of man he’ll be in marriage.
Why do you even need to know that?
Wellllll because I said shut up and read.
So.
What?
This bastard can pretend to be sweet too.
And then it turns out —
Why the hell would we need that?
So. You look at how he treats his mother.
What?!
Yeah, I’m shocked too.
See? I’m almost crying.
I’m almost crying.
😪
Alright, alright.
You’re all kind of nervous little girls today.
Okay, okay.
Relax.
It’s just a joke.
Now seriously.
The way this bastard treats his mother — that’s how he’ll treat his wife.
No exceptions.
If he calls her once a year.
Doesn’t value her.
When she talks, it goes in one ear and out the other.
Mocks her.
Acts like she owes him everything.
How often does he help her?
Especially with money.
How does he react when she asks for help?
Does he protect her?
Take care of her?
Is he attentive?
Or does he not move his ass until she asks?
Is he clueless?
Example: he comes over and just sits there while she flutters around her precious son.
This is very important.
Very.
The way he is with her —
the way he is with his aunt,
with his sister —
that’s how he’ll be with his wife.
So don’t act surprised later when he turns his back on the couch.
Brrr.
If he doesn’t value the woman who carried him,
who loved him, kissed him —
then he doesn’t know how to value a woman, her care, her energy.
With time, he’ll dismiss his wife the same way.
And most likely he’s not that bright either.
Because he thinks women owe him — period.
The rule is simple:
If you can’t value a woman — go to hell.
All the dumb jokes about women and their periods?
He’s a boy. Not a man.
And here’s the twist —
there’s also strong love and fear there.
Yes.
Sounds strange. But it’s true.
That kind of guy often has huge potential.
He can love deeply. Honestly. For real.
But he’s scared.
He’s very scared.
So go figure people.
Looks like an asshole —
but the soul is clean.
But let’s be honest.
If this asshole is still here, still trying,
still learning —
maybe not everything is lost.
Damn, to be honest,
I think that kind of guy is insanely good in bed.
Alright, alright.
Let’s not think about that.
Breathe, Nazokat, breathe.
He’s already in love with himself.
No need to inflate his ego even more.
So.
Back to the mother.
By the way, this doesn’t apply only to bastards.
Mother, boys — that’s serious.
The fact that you can’t see past your own ass —
that’s not good.
Mothers are usually completely worn the fuck out.
They always have a million things to do.
All by themselves. Always by themselves.
The father? Just some regular dude.
So the brain capacity there is roughly that of a caterpillar.
Damn. A moment of silence, boys.
Hats off.
Another caterpillar has left this world.
Did you know that statistically caterpillars
die…
Alright, alright.
Okaaaay.
God.
You guys are such bores.
Where’s the ass emoji?!
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Back to mothers.
Sisters. Wives.
All the girls.
You need to look.
Analyze.
Boys, I’m serious.
You need to look at what she does —
and what an alpha could do instead.
This is important, boys.
For you it’s effortless.
For her, she has to bust her ass just to carry the grocery bags.
About gifts —
I mean real ones.
Not just on holidays.
Want to know what kind of husband an alpha is?
Look at how his mother shines when he’s around.
Sure, he’s not a husband.
He’s a son.
But if she’s happy, if he carries her in his arms —
give me his contacts, I’ll marry him.
Alright, alright.
Just kidding.
Jesus, look at this.
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I’m shocked.
So what, are we texting her?
Alright, alright.
You’ve really become such bores lately.
Boys.
If that’s the case — if the mother shines,
if she’s happy —
then I’m proud of you, boys.
That’s amazing.
One more thing.
Oh, you’re not all done yet?
Good, good.
Well done, well done.
Just brilliant.
So brilliant.
Very, very well done.
Proud of you. Kissing you.
Good boys.
Key.
Boys,
you need to pay attention.
Because what seems like “great help” to a man
often has nothing to do with what a woman actually wants.
You need to look at what truly makes her light up.
Not practicality, boys.
Don’t start rationalizing.
Like, “She had a problem and I solved it.”
No. No.
Maybe she cries when he just drinks tea with her.
Or when he digs in the garden with her.
Or when she’s rambling nonsense
and he absolutely doesn’t care —
but he sits there for her.
You know, guys, if your dick clenches again,
I want you to remember how it was for your mom when she was raising you.
Do you think a woman enjoys listening about toy soldiers?
Or playing with little cars endlessly?
How about a billion identical drawings?
Where you can’t even tell what’s drawn?
And she sat there.
Drew with you. Sculpted with you.
Listened. And kept listening.
When the alpha was small.
Do you think she didn’t want to go to a bar with her girlfriends?
Didn’t want to get drunk and have fun?
No. She sat with the alpha when he cried.
When his cartoons never ended.
And that stuff is such crap it’s painful to watch.
“Mom, please don’t leave.”
And what?
She cancels everything. Stays with him.
And he’ll never remember.
And if that bastard’s mother calls him —
Oh, he’s busy.
This little shit is working.
He thinks he’s such an important ass now.
He doesn’t have time for his mother.
Or his wife.
Oh no.
He’s too important.
And when this jerk needs something?
Mom is always there. Trying to support him.
But not this asshole.
He’s always busy.
Of course. He has problems.
He has to solve his problems.
Why would he care about anyone else?
No, no.
He only cares about his own ass.
Everyone else can deal with themselves.
This asshole always has to put himself first.
She didn’t sleep when he was out late.
He thinks, “Whatever, I just went out with the boys.”
Yeah right.
You bastards — when you can give birth to a child, then we’ll talk.
Ohhh, or when you have a daughter.
Let’s see how the alpha laughs then.
His mother cooked everything he loves.
She’s exhausted from work.
She’s irritated.
And the alpha with his little eyes:
“Mom, please.”
With swearing, with tantrums — but she’ll still go cook for him.
Yes, shitty mothers exist too, obviously.
But that’s not what we’re talking about.
We’re talking about valuing your mother, you damn bastards.
Not drooling over Mercedes cars.
And the same with your sister.
With your wife.
Stop digging around in your own ass.
Money is good.
We know that.
But if you bastards can’t build a proper family,
what the hell is all that for?
So you can cry alone in a Maserati when you’re old?
Bastards.
Send your mother flowers.
Boys, don’t buy her off with money.
You need to spend time with her.
Time, you bastards —
not just throwing money at her.
Talk to her.
Ask her how your childhood really was.
That’s therapy too, you fucking bastards.
What seems like trauma to a child because of the parents
might turn out to be something so messed up
you can’t even imagine.
One time I left Roman at home
because I had to quickly run to the store.
By the time I got downstairs,
it turned out the guys near the store had other plans.
If it wasn’t for some random drunk —
guess who wouldn’t be here?
And if you ask my son,
that little asshole has “trauma” —
he called for his mom and she didn’t come.
He cried and she went to the store.
What kind of mother is that?
So you need to talk to your mom about it.
Ask how things really were in your childhood.
Don’t choke on your pride.
Such important asses.
Will it be easier when she dies? Or what?
So shut up and move.
Go.
Bastards. Always about yourselves. Always.
Remember I talked about naturalness?
Ugh.
What a disgusting thing.
Here’s your naturalness from the outside.
I don’t know about you,
but girls are not impressed by that.
Just an animal.
Ugh.
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