Make up and hair by oh who cares
Today at Manhattan Infidel I have the distinct pleasure of interviewing the Bride of Frankenstein.
MI: Good afternoon Bride of Frankenstein. It’s a pleasure to talk to you.
BOF: First off I’m not his bride. Okay. We went out once. I am not in a committed relationship with him.
MI: I’m sorry. So tell me about you and the monster?
BOF: Me and Frankie met on Tinder. He seemed nice so we met. He was sweet. He held my hand.
No man does that. Once he held my hand I thought I was in love. When the date ended I texted all my girlfriends that I was in love!
MI: Then what happened?
BOF: When I got home my phone was blowing up. Turns out Frankie had sent me 600 dick photos!
Plus he wanted to know if I was into threesomes. And not conventional FFM threesomes either. If I wanted to have group sex I’d go out with an NBA player. Or Warren Beatty. Or Jimmy Page. Or Bill Clinton. I’m not that type of girl.
MI: Wow. That must have been very disappointing.
BOF: He broke my heart. I just want to find someone for me. I was hoping he could restore my faith in men. Well guess what. No more! From now on I won’t let a man hold my hand unless he pays me.
MI: So you’re becoming a –
BOF: A realistic businesswoman. If I can’t have love then I’ll have money.
MI: I’m sorry to hear that because I have a surprise for you.
BOF: What?
MI: I called him before I talked to you and he agreed to meet me here. Frankie come on out!
BOF: Ah f*ck! What’s he doing here?
MI: Frankie is there anything you want to tell her?
F: Frankenstein sorry for sending dick photos. Frankenstein feel shame.
BOF: Oh Frankie. Do you really mean that?
F: Frankenstein genuine. Frankenstein want second chance.
BOF: Oh Frankie stop. You’re going to make me cry.
F: Frankenstein bring flowers.
MI: Now don’t the two of you feel better?
BOF: Oh thank you Manhattan Infidel I don’t know how to thank you.
MI: How about a threesome with me and Frankie?
F: Woman no like dick photo. Woman want real thing.
BOF: The hell with both of you! I was right all along about men! Goodbye!
[Bride of Frankenstein leaves]
MI: Wait come back. I brought lubricant and tostitos!
F: She hate me!
Women! Am I right or am I right?
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Herman Muster would bang her in a heartbeat.
Darn darn darn darn darn!
That was a pretty moving interview. Apart from the blatant patriarchal oppression and oppressive binary gender stereotyping.
Thanks, Infidel.
I feel so cisgender normative.