They make their females wear clothing!

So this piece of comment spam ended up in my spam queue, and it was too amusing not to share, seeing how it was probably written by a prime male specimen with impeccable morals and blinding attractiveness.

You know, I read the whole thing in the whiny nasal timbre it ought to be read in, and my first thought upon finishing was “Those grapes were sour anyway!”

In the same spirit, I hereby pledge to boycott the NASA astronaut selection process.