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Mrs. PACMAN is a metaphor for todays modern woman

Now all of us know that PAC MAN, the original game, is nothing more than a battle between good and evil. And thats it. But Ive been playing Ms. Pac Man a lot for the past few weeks (read: A LOT) and Ive noticed something very specific. A hidden message perhaps. And that message is this:

All women are cum guzzling materialistic whores

I know all you women out there are like “Fuck you adam” but hear me out.

Pac Man was an icon, a hero even. We saw nothing but a little yellow us trying to get through life without getting caught and sent back to the same place in which we started. To adapt and overcome when we felt trapped and/or cornered. Pac Man represented us. And since Ms. Pac Man was his female counterpart, it is only natural that she represent all women. But the message isnt all that positive.

First of all, look at how she’s dressed. Red lip stick, red bow. Red, the color of lust, passion, period blood. All the things that make up GOOD sex.

The heffah is running around collecting little bits of white dots which look suspiciously like male penis sperms (In Pac Man they are dots of encouragement). And also, look how many points each dot is worth. 10 points. 10? The number of perfection. Which basically tells us that women only go for men that would be considered a “10″ on the sexiness scale. Which means they’re a shallow gender.

And look what happens when a fruit steps on the scene. Whenever women sees something better on the horizon, they automatically jump to it. They arent satisfied with their “10s” anymore. Now they have to go after the 100’s the 700’s even the 1600’s (1600 I guess is considered Brad Pitt status). They’re never TRUELY satisfied. They only settle for the “10s” when the more appealing fruit isnt around. Now notice how shiney and perfect the fruits are. So colorful, so vibrant. Much like a metrosexual; a group that women seem to gravitate to these days.

The ghost obviously represent men. Chasing after this woman as if their lives depended on it. Going through mazes, puzzles and tunnels in the process. Which, of course, makes the whole ordeal THAT much more difficult. For virtually NO reason. Sounds like a woman to me.

And for my last point. Look what happens when the ghost actually CATCH the girl. She falls, dies (inside) and crys. The cultural equivalent of crying rape. And what happens to the ghost … thrown in a box (aka jail) awaiting their release.

Its all there people. Open your eyes.

Stop telling me how beautiful and sexy I am!!!

Every once in a while, I get bored and decide to browse the bowels of myspace and the internets at large. This is generally to make sure that the world is still spinning the way I want it.

But 9.9 out of 10 times I’ll come across some chick who has some blog complaining about the guys that are sending her messages, showering her with compliments and general admiration of her pictures.

COMPLAINING!!!

Yea so why exactly are you complaining? Are you serious or are you just saying that to grab more attention? And this is the very same girl that would hard-boil her mans balls if he didnt notice that subtle red streak she put in her hair.

I think all men should come together and start pointing out the flaws of every woman they see. Try it. They damn sure dont like being complimented because they do nothing but complain about it.

Man: Nice tits!
Woman: Asshole!
Man: WTF?!?!?!?!?!?

So every man that reads this blog, do this to the very next woman you see. Stop her dead in her tracks … look deep into her eyes … smile … tilt your head slightly to the left to show a complete sense of awe … squint and say:

“….did you know your face sucks?”

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