It's not personal, #ItsNotYouItsDefinitelyUs. If you're tired of marriage to or dating a passive characterless ass-kissing academic limp-dicked system-worm give him a few days riding under the stars to Sturgis. We're ramping testosterone among advocates of Humans to Mars. It's become a requirement of our passionless world. This is an unsanctioned event without supervision very intentionally fatal to betas. Have bail ready.
Update: get a motorcycle license now from your local Harley dealer following a two day lesson for less than $200.
Since artists interested in promoting 'humans to Mars' are of any gender, it is encouraged that women either form a girls-trip to Sturgis or meet us there. In theory it would be possible to meet periodically along the way, but, that would be unlikely. Impossible, in fact. If you look like Angelina Jolie you could try, but it still won't help. There'll be enough women along the way.
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"Emasculate" 309,000. This is part of the problem.
(If you show up with anything other than a Harley or KTM 950 Adventure you'll be disinvited. No exceptions. That includes you and your bullshit Triumph Angelina.)
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