The few, The proud, The B.S.

There's a few of us, we're proud, and it's all a bunch-o-B.S. I'm not talkin' about the Marines girls, I'm talkin' about us! THE SINGLE! The Marines are lucky in comparison! They have guns. And while some of us may have those too, they're aloud to use them! So let's dissect this: The few. That's right, it would seem we're going extinct. Our breed is slowly dying off, ruthlessly being taken out by the wiley ways of determined poachers hidden beneath the guise of being gentle young men. It's guerrilla warfare. They're ruthless and bold and only the strong survive! Hence our pride! It's a classic case of survival of the fittest. We've survived the mad feeding frenzy so often confused with what the weak call the "dating game." We should be proud! We don't need men to make us happy! We are strong, capable, confident, independent....lonely women. Which leads me to my next point. We may be proudly few in number, but it also sucks like no other. While they are annoyingly pig headed and immature, they're also hot and sweet and adorably manly. I know, right? I'm whistling a slightly different tune this time around. I don't hate all of them!...just most of them...