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Right this is one of the things I hate the most and I’m sure some men will agree with me. Women, we know you’re fucking there! Why do you feel its necessary to prance around making high pitched squeals and giggles, men don’t find that attractive, seriously. We acknowledge your existence and most blokes would happily stand and have a brief conversation with you, and I mean brief, because after about 5 minutes of talking the man is going to get a overwhelming urge to want to hit you over the head with an obscenely large stick or better, chuck her in the back of white van full of polish roid heads who have just got out of prison. I’m sure the last thing she’ll want to talk about then is how glamorous and special she feels, hobbling uncomfortably away.