Steven Crowder's Fucking Funny Prank

The only time Steven Crowder dazzles is when he wears his rhinestone, speedo thong in the mirror and jerks off to himself. Bitch, if you were dazzled by that's how that's how you know, New York Post is fucking right wing and shit. The story is like this is a fallen deity approach to the situation where it's like, no man, he's just doing more of the same shit that you like him for. Like how many times does Steven Crowder talked about women? How many times he talked about feminism? How manytimes he talked about divorce court in this regard?