Oh, how I lol’ed….
I have discussed before how wimminz will never, ever, ever break a so called “friendship” with another wimminz, no matter how horribly that other wimminz behaves.
We all also know all about (thanks in part to the manosphere) that beta male zombie living death known as being friendzoned by a wimminz.
So, what happens when a man friendzones a wimminz, you ask?
I’ll tell you, it’s as if god reached down with a magic eraser and wiped you from said wimminz life in mere moments flat, suddenly you cease to exist, if she had your phone number, email or other electronic contact details, they all get blocked permanently.
Even if said wimminz gets in the shit, she won’t call you, she’d rather walk 5 miles home in the rain and dark.
Mark Twain said something along the lines of it being anger that got men in to trouble, and pride that kept them there, but never were truer words said about the wimminz…
Of course, trifling with a wimminz pride is never a safe occupation, so I would caution against seeing it as a really great way to end a relationshit.
In other news, with the imminent Syria shit, and knock on effect on the economy in general and price of fuel in particular, I can see a lot more wimminz facing the financial wall, so we may see if my often stated observations about wimminz being in need of men to provide for them in exchange for kinky sex hold out true.
I suspect they will.
A recent commenter said that “people do what they wanna do” has to cut both ways, and apply to me to, and he is quite correct in this.
- I don’t take shit from wimminz or niggerz
- I fuck skank ho sluts, zero emotional or financial involvement or outlay
- I live alone
- I am accepting of the fact that while my lifestyle might not be what I once imagined, or hoped for, or dreamed of, in reality it is sustainable and pretty cosy, and any faults I could find with it are probably of the grass is greener next door variety.
I’m sure you get the idea, so yes, the commenter is right, there are many things that I should be doing that I ain’t, but the flipside is there are very very few things that I am doing that I bloody well shouldn’t be.
One of the things I am doing that I should not be doing is going all Nightrider on the roads, particularly towards other assholes (lol) who are exhibiting signs of road rage towards me.. In the past week there have been three fucks who are all rather fortunate that it is illegal heah-abouts to drive with a loaded 44 automag in the glove box.
The interesting thing is not so much what pisses them off, but what tips them over the edge.
What pisses them off is (here in the UK) the rule of the road is keep left, you ain’t the fastest mother-fucker on the road, and just because YOU are doing 0.1 mph below the legal speed limit, some of us are happy to go faster… that and me just tailgating the cunts till they get the message… OK, I drive like a cunt, or as one observant wimminz said, you drive a car like you’re riding a motorbike.
What sets them off is this fine example of German automotive engineering has automatic everything, and everything includes lights and wiper, and being cautious and practical, this means the lights come on early.
So, cunt up their ass in the fast lane they could possibly deal with, cunt up their ass with headlights on when it is merely cloudy at 3pm, they flip, thinking said cunt has physically reached down and made the decision to put the headlights on to intimidate other drivers.
Yeah, you guessed it, you can only think like that if you are driving a piece of shit Vauxhall or Peugot or some such shitbox, not a German shitbox, and not an 18 month old German shitbox, and not an 18 month old black German shitbox, with a driver wearing a black shirt and tie (you choose, mafiosi / barista / doesn’t give a fuck field tech) but thank fuck no mirror shades.
Those suitably set off tend to fall into one of three categories, wimminz, niggerz sat in their own car with a fucking hi-viz vest on, and ricers.
The thing they ALL have in common is none of the cunts can drive, smooth is fast, placing yourself correctly and then taking a smooth run up you can take 3 or 4 or 5 vehicles at once, driving too close and jerking out at the last moment and planting your foot without selecting the right gear, you hold up every other cunt trying to overtake.
My 2012 eco box German car will return (imperial gallons) around 49 mpg at a sustained 95 mph on a flat dry motorway with no crosswinds, it does that by using a small 1.6 litre 4 pot inter-cooled turbo diesel, which means below 2k on the rev-counter there is no boost and no torque, so if you are trying to hump along a hilly A road such as the A35 south coast road at 85/90 with the occasional spurt to 99 mph, or overtake a couple of arctics and caravans on a hill in one of the few dual lane overtaking spots, you just GOT to be smooth, or the motor will never get you there.
And the point of all this fucking drivel?
Well, if you are gonna be doing something you din’t oughta be doin’, for fucks sake at the very least do it with some style and measure of competence.
