Like grandpa always told you, he who knows how to fish gets pussy for life, and all it takes is a
net, a blacked out van and a basement to house said fish before you are found and killed by
the Swat team…
I actually didn’t have a grandpa, but if I did, I like to think that is the kind of advice he’d give me,
you know reducing women to the fishy pussy smell because he’d have only known rank bitches,
with that manosphere masculine energy of conquering the pussy because you are a man, even
though none of the simps into that shit conquer anything but they pretend to when screaming on
XBox microphones…
Point of the story, fishnets are a different kind of net to entrap fish, assuming you call pussy fish,
which I don’t, because I think pussy is heaven.