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The Mimbos' Theory

Before getting started, let me explain what a mimbo is. A mimbo is a male bimbo. A mimbo is an attractive but empty-headed young man, esp. one perceived as a willing sex object.


One of the many charming tactics used by the mimbos to impress women is to drive their bikes loudly and dangerously in small and snaky lanes. In the process, it is very likely that most of them have sustained injuries (fatal, serious and otherwise) and have also succeeded in scaring old people and the mimbos' targets, the women.

The reasoning and logic behind this tactic is unquestionable, really. We all know that all women are impressed by a guy on a bike driving at 80 km/h, scaring the shit out of each and every person (barring other mimbos) walking on the road. Which woman wouldn't want to know that her potential boyfriend has the ability to kill her with his rash driving?

At least the bimbos know what to do to impress men - show some skin. It looks like the mimbos are dumber than the bimbos.

Come on, mimbos! I know you dont have the ability to think too much, but i'm sure you have heard of stuff like "chivalry" and "gentle-manliness". These are things that are used to impress women and neither of them involve scaring the women and demonstrating an ability to kill yourself and others on the traffic filled roads.

I think it will behoove you to rethink your tactics. 

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