The horror movie mentality applied to sexual stereotypes. Apparently big juicy fake tits are like catnip to serial killers. Seriously, not a natural set of tits has had an axe planted in it since the 80's, coincidence? Also, girl with said glorious tits will always choose to take a hot shower, leisurely. Doesn't matter how many of her friends have died; just because she hasn't seen them for awhile doesn't mean they're not fine right? Finally, half way through that shower she will display incredibly poor judgement when faced with a suspicious noise downstairs. A noise that she will undoubtedly investigate naked, and unarmed.
Men, well we are incredibly simple. See at least the girl has ignorance on her side. We could be walking over the corpses of said " missing friends", trying to escape the killer and we would stop running: as long as we got to fuck the pretty girl left at the end. Worse still, because the guy never actually gets any ass he of course dies. We stop running at the " chance" to fuck the pretty girl.
The sad truth is these aren't far from the truth. You see it all the time in nature, mostly in insects. The black widow has to get tied down so she doesn't eat the male before he can perform the ol' dump and run. The preying mantis doesn't even get that sporting chance. He get his head bitten off while his body just keeps on blissfully humping away. Both walk willingly into these situations, for ass.
Now I've never known a girl to get horny in the face of certain death and display poor judgement, after a bottle of tequila, sure. Guys however, can't give us that much credit. We could step on a landmine and if the nurse trying to calm us while our little nubs swing in the breeze has a nice rack; we would probably look down her shirt before we die.
Isn't life a bitch?
Men, well we are incredibly simple. See at least the girl has ignorance on her side. We could be walking over the corpses of said " missing friends", trying to escape the killer and we would stop running: as long as we got to fuck the pretty girl left at the end. Worse still, because the guy never actually gets any ass he of course dies. We stop running at the " chance" to fuck the pretty girl.
The sad truth is these aren't far from the truth. You see it all the time in nature, mostly in insects. The black widow has to get tied down so she doesn't eat the male before he can perform the ol' dump and run. The preying mantis doesn't even get that sporting chance. He get his head bitten off while his body just keeps on blissfully humping away. Both walk willingly into these situations, for ass.
Now I've never known a girl to get horny in the face of certain death and display poor judgement, after a bottle of tequila, sure. Guys however, can't give us that much credit. We could step on a landmine and if the nurse trying to calm us while our little nubs swing in the breeze has a nice rack; we would probably look down her shirt before we die.
Isn't life a bitch?