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July 11, 2013

Why are you single?

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 7:30 pm

It is a question wimminz and niggerz often ask me.

I quite happily tell them, “Because I cannot find a wimminz who does not lie.

Not because I can’t find a wimminz with big enough tits, or who is kinky enough, or who will put up with my shit in silence, or anything else, but because I cannot find one who is not a pathological liar.0022

Of course, no shortage whatsoever of wimminz who claim that they themselves cannot stand lies, and 5 minutes later they tell you one.

There are many many many people who will tell me this cannot possibly be true, for instance, look at Julie, etc etc.

I tell them all the same thing, AWALT, the single thing you have to do is listen to what a wimminz says, and remember it, and it is only a question of time before they say something else that does not correlate with a previous statement.

If you want to filter your search through a wimminz words, I would say to you to concentrate on the stuff that deals with image, e.g. a wimminz toning down the details of a sexual encounter, but the fact is 49.999% of what a wimminz says is to do with image, and the other 49.999% is to do with trying to get other people to validate that image.

After a while the conversation returns to the subject in hand, and I get asked what I want from wimminz.

I have an equally simple answer, “I want 100% loyalty…”  and of course the punchline “…unfortunately loyalty is an alien concept to wimminz” and it is true, wimminz be far more loyal to the brand of phone or make-up they use than any man in their life.

Around about this time, heads start to assplode, as the ramifications of a man being single, simply because he cannot get one single simple trivial criteria actually met, hamster wheels at 5 squillion RPM, I must be lying or it must be my fault, because the alternative, that it is just so, is simply too horrific to contemplate.

Shades of the story linked to previously about the wimminz “complaining” that her little bitch is indeed a little bitch, wonder how that happened… lol

Gold, there is a saying about the “Gold Standard”, and by Gold what we really mean is 0.9999 pure fine gold, bullion gold, where 99.99% of the item, whether it be ingot or coin or nugget, is gold, with no more than 0.01% impurities.

Go to Saudi and you used to have a hard job buying less than 21/22 carat gold jewellery (jewellery works on 24ths, so 21 carat is 21/24ths gold, and 3/24ths alloyed metals). Go to the high street jewellers and you have a hard job buying anything other than 9 carat (3/8ths gold), unless it is uber expensive and you might get 18 carat (which is only 3/4rs gold)

Yet to a wimminz these are all gold, some is “better” gold than other, but it is all gold, and this is how wimminz are with lies.

No “Truth” is ever 24 carat, 99.99% pure, let alone 100% pure.

So there are “truths” that are only 3/4rs true, or 3/8ths true, but they are still true.

More importantly when you start counting this way, where all you are actually counting is the gold/truth content, and just dismissing entirely the alloy/lie content, you can quickly see that not all 9 ct gold or not all 9 ct truth is equal…

The 5/8ths that is not true could be tin, or silver, or anything else, and frankly, the instant you walked away from 100% pure, the impurities are more important than the gold content.

I am *not* going to pay bullion prices, just to spend some fucking time with, much less *own*, 9ct scrap.

wimminz, doncha just love em

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 7:54 am

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2359570/My-demon-daughter-Many-mothers-boys-long-little-girl-careful-wish-says-besotted-battle-weary-mother.html

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2359643/My-week-man-desert-In-parts-Britain-70-children-live-fathers-YASMIN-ALIBHAI-BROWN-visited-discovered-devastating-consequences.html

July 10, 2013

It’s not rape when a wimminz does it, it is “sex” or “an affair”

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 7:40 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2359404/Revealed-The-dirty-text-messages-sent-teacher-24-pupil-16-week-affair-tattooed-body.html

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2359515/Woman-teacher-27-sex-17-year-old-pupil-spared-prison-handed-community-order.html

July 9, 2013

Leanne Black, 32, falsely accused five partners of molesting her

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 3:04 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2358759/Leanne-Black-finally-jailed-FIVE-false-rape-allegations-ex-boyfriends-years.html

July 7, 2013

Red Ferraris, and white lesbians


Yesterday I was driving across town, as it happened, that meant tailing, one car behind, a fairly new fairly high end Ferrari.

You know something, almost NO fucker looked at it, not even a covert glance after it passed them, nobody’s head swivelled to the sound of the V12, nothing, not a fucking flicker of interest.subvertising

Yesterday, as I was talking to a wimminz, she was telling me that in the past year she had seen a sudden and dramatic change in the wimminz applying for work, it’s a notifiable job so you have to answer the question on sexuality, a year ago maybe 5% were putting bisexual, today that figure is over 80%, I asked her if she thought she knew why that was, she nodded, and said because these wimminz can’t get men to do anything more than pump and dump.

So, it would appear that despite all the rosy rhetoric, changes are afoot and apace and abroad in the land…

It would appear from some of the comments, that readers think I am yet another one of those guys preparing for the final apocalypse when society comes crashing down and water stops flowing and the lights go out permanently.

World War Three, the resource wars, or, mom’s apple pie Christianity v those crazy fucking raghead muslim terr’rists… I don’t think any of y’all know what a war is, because the reality is that it is just a time when all the rules are suspended so that pieces can be moved around the board at will, then when that time is over suddenly everyone goes back to playing by the rules, and while the new rules are a bit different to the old rules, give it a decade or two and they will be just the same.

Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.

Sure, lots of people lose their lives, lots more lose their shirts, but *most* people don’t… and there is so much shit flying around, most people don’t care much about anything except getting out the other side in one piece.

What *I* believe we are facing is a reset in the economy and society, and, technological change, and indeed resource wars, social and civil unrest and upheaval.

What I am talking about is a series of progressive discrete things, each permitting the following, you couldn’t have had WW2 without the Great Depression, for example…

Let me tell you about my job, my job is working on the internet, specifically on layers 2 and 3 of the OSI model.

What I see in my day job doesn’t make a lot of sense if you listen to what people are saying (AfORisms 02) but if you look at what people are doing, and look at the results…

Recently I upgraded and consolidated my home NAS, I talk about it elsewhere here, so now I have one shoe box sized box that I can pick up and walk away with, and have all my digital shit with me wherever I put it down.

When I look at the centralised and outsourced model being deployed in all these companies whose main street premises I visit, I see exactly the same shit, they are consolidating the data well away from any given high street operation, or the staff therein.

Tesco’s *could* set up in a field with reasonable road access within 24 hours of a net connection of some sort, even satellite, going in, and if this reminds you of a battalion being airlifted somewhere, you are on the right track.

You turn up with a small rack that will communicate with the bar-code scanners for the tills, good out, and logistics, goods in, and chip and pin machines to make sales, everything else is just logistics.

No real skills needed by anyone on the ground, just follow electronic orders, the most skilled people there will be the one driving the wagons and forklifts, every one else is stocking a shelf or swiping an item.

I *know* what the turnover of these supermarkets is, even relatively small operations in rural towns that used to be called “market towns” are turning over in excess of £300k per week, they have to, less than £200k and it just ain’t a viable or interesting enough operation.

You could flatten the whole place one night with a Cat D9 and they could be up and running a few days later in the empty and disused industrial unit down the road.

Or, Tesco can close the whole place down themselves within a week, the instant the numbers don’t add up, and the “loss” to them would be minimal…

(I’m picking Tesco as a random example, I could have used ANY high street brand)

To them it is like cutting off a toenail.

The store is NOT the core business, it is just a point of sale, an illusion, a fascade, smoke and mirrors, the core business is at the other end of those data links, *well* away from any shit that can go down at the branch level.

Even *this*.. a damn near million square feet regional distro centre for one of the supermarkets, doesn’t hold any of the brains, it may be the heart, but it is just dumb muscle, connected to the brains by more data links.

Cut it off from that remote brain, and it drops dead, INSTANTLY, same as the points of sale do, in our parlance that is taking the site hard down and it is an error that the field engineer in question will be in the shit for, an hour’s lost trade is £50k.

And it stays down, despite the local to the site computer power, a couple of 8U blade servers and some NAS boxes and VOIP / switches / routers etc are just paperweights when that data link drops out, they are not designed to work autonomously, not even for an hour, not even for a minute.

What seems like single point of failure insanity is just perspective, a gun looks different if you are looking down the barrel at the target, or up the barrel at the bullet…

In the wild west cowboy films, the bandidos would ride in with a couple of sticks of dynamite and blow the safe and flee with saddlebags bursting with cash.

How can you rob a bank that is just a remote point of sale and doesn’t have any actual cash? And we are closer to that kind of bank branch that you think… just ask the Cypriots, or the Greeks… wanna riot and burn the building? Go ahead, nothing of value was lost to the brain, no more than a toenail clipping.

Let’s take a look at that OSI model again.

OSI model
7. Application layer
NNTP SIP SSI DNS FTP Gopher HTTP NFS NTP SMPP SMTP SNMP Telnet DHCP Netconf (more)
6. Presentation layer
5. Session layer
4. Transport layer
3. Network layer
2. Data link layer
1. Physical layer

I work at layer 2 and 3, layer 1 is the guys running physical cable / fibre, or microwave links, or sat downlinks, which I can do after a fashion.

Every layer above me can be outsourced and discarded like a toenail clipping, and set up again pretty much anywhere the brain chooses, within 24 hours of the layer 1 guys providing a physical data link.

You think this military style structure with basically dumb terminals controlled by the remote mainframe, with all its inherent weaknesses and flaws and drawbacks came about by fucking *accident*? Or because that *is* the mother-fucking design criteria.

It really doesn’t matter WHICH high street outlet I go to, it could be a tyre fitter or a retail shop or furniture place, or a bank, all the staff, without exception, are basically interchangeable dumb drones, it’s gonna take longer to teach the fuckers they are no longer one of the “team” but one of the “colleagues” or some such shit, that it will take to teach them the “new” point of sale systems.

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I watch the fuckers repeating the new programming (Acme sooper summer bar bee kew sale, 20% off winter woolly socks) that just came down the data pipes from the brain, to the other worker drones in a “team meeting” and the fuckers aren’t even smart enough to realise they are just programmed drones, toenail clippings.

It doesn’t take World War Z in the streets of your home town to change fucking life as you know it.

July 6, 2013

Joss smoke


I find a kind of pleasant symmetry in the fact that a world full of wimminz searching for the impossible man has begat a world full of men searching for the impossible traditional wimminz.

But, as I see from the MSM, the cracks are starting to show, (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2357072/SELENA-GRAY-Nick-Clegg-visit-streets-fatherless-kids-I-grew-up.html and http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2357192/Divorce-The-terrible-toll-making-divorce-easier-Children-likely-violent-drugs-underage-sex.html) but, as usual, what is concerning everyone is the thought of men who are not under the yoke, though of course this is never admitted directly.

For many alienated fathers with traditional views, the thought of their sons growing up without them is a thing of shame and a thing of tragedy, pity the poor boy child missing out of daddy’s love and nurturing influence.refund

In short, pity my son for lacking the sort of childhood that moulded me into the man I am today.

Really?

As the saying goes, be careful what you wish for, are you SURE you would raise your son in your own image, if so he would be as unsuited to life today as you and I are.

Shades of the ancient Chinese tradition of binding feet, so let us take a practical look at what happens to the boys who grow up without dad, without the moulding (because as we all know, skank ho single mommy can’t mould or control junior) influence of daddy or the traditional family unit.

Boys who, in short, are left to adapt in their own way to the environment they find themselves in.

Well, no respect for anything or anyone, wimminz, skank ho mommy, skank slut sisters, girlz, the state, authoritah, *higher* beliefs such as long term goals, etc etc.

They are likely to riot, to steal, to do drugs, to get wrecked on booze, to be violent, etc etc.

In short, none of the things we as Dad’s would have wished for.

But, it has to be said, ideally suited and adapted to the world they were actually fucking born into, not the world dad wishes they were born in to.

When they become adults, provided they do not try to fuck me over, which ain’t likely, my attitude is there is no “crime” that my boys can commit that I will vilify them for, there is nothing they can do to wimminz or the state that I will turn my back on them for, on the contrary, my job is to help them be Teflon, so none of what they do sticks to them, so that they have a chance to go on and be dads themselves.

That does NOT involve burdening them with a whole bunch of obsolete hokey about wimminz and the state and family life that *I* grew up burdened with, you wanna fuck your skanky slut half sister and burgle your skank ho mommy, any hole is a goal boy… just make sure your ass is covered.

Trying to teach my boys traditional family values is as outmoded as trying to teach them a trade as a buggy whip maker or oil lamp wick trimmer.

This isn’t fucking 1940 or 1950 any more, which is the shit I was taught in 1960 and 1970, and it was no fucking use at all to me, thankfully, because I did not grow up in the village and county and country I was born in, I got exposed to a bunch of other shit, that, at the least, opened my eyes to the possibility that there were other ways.

99.999% of all the trouble I got into in my life was down to me acting as though my mental model of how things were ™ had much connection to how things actually were, and not even considering the possibility that how things actually were wasn’t a fixed thing, but an evolving and changing thing in a state of flux.

Look at a 1985 ford car that has been dodging the scrap yard for the last 20 years, does it bear any relation to the gleaming jewel in the showroom with 3 miles on the odometer?

Look at a 55 year old skank ho granny slut with kids by four different men who has no idea how many cocks she has ridden, does it bear any relation to the cute and innocent apple of her daddies eye little girl she was at 5?

Look at Zimbabwe in 2013 as a place for a white man to ex-pat or emigrate to, does it bear any relationship to when it was Rhodesia (or Zambia, when it was Northern Rhodesia) in the 60’s?

This is all shit that fits comfortably and considerably within the average adult lifespan of any man.workingwithassholes

I wouldn’t dream, in 2013, of trying to teach my sons how to emigrate to Zimbabwe today, or to buy the scrapheap challenge ford for 20k on hire purchase, so what the fuck are we doing trying to teach them about little girls being sugar and spice and all things nice and marriage and family and family homes and mortgages and having a trade and being a pillar of the community?

Seriously, answer me that fucking question.

Do you WANT to cripple your own kids, do you WANT to fuck up beyond all recognition whatever chances they have, do you WANT to make your son’s lives as big a misery as yours?

I could teach my sons everything there is to know about being a white man in Zimbabwe back in the day, when you could get so shit-faced in a bar in Salisbury (Harare) you staggered out without your wallet, and you went back there the next day and it was handed to you, not one fucking penny missing… and how would this benefit them if they went there today, and a black man who had never even owned a bicycle in their life pointed at my sons and accused them of stealing their bike, and they got arrested and given the option of emptying the wallet and fucking off out the country or rotting in a cell.?

Back along when you worked abroad in these places, everyone, without fucking exception, had three things;

  1. a second / duplicate passport (say the original was lost and apply for a dupe)
  2. a Rolex oyster. (preferably plain and in stainless)
  3. a small number of solid gold coins, didn’t matter what currency, but genuine minted solid gold. (unlike the oyster, which you carried with you at all times, these were stashed with the spare passport and other essential documents)

When the SHTF you could simply trade items 2 and 3 to get you to the nearest international airport and a ticket on the first plane out *anywhere* using item 1, with the clothes you were stood up in.

The dumb fucks took contracts paid in local currency and into a local bank, and left it there thinking all would be well… you might get out, your money never would…

It was thus a mark of the man who was smart and cautious that he still had the original Rolex he bought, the original Zippo, and the original Buck knife.

So instead of teaching my sons how to survive in Zimbabwe back in the day, teach them about how to get the fuck out of Zimbabwe, or anywhere else, at 60 seconds notice, no packing, no grab this and that, no thinking or planning because you already did that with the rolex and passport and coins and zippo/buck, just GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. NOW.

Get the fuck out doesn’t have to be a physical movement from one location on the globe to another, it can just as easily be “get the fuck out from under” as “get the fuck out

I would *love* to show my sons Africa back in the day, or Asia back in the day, just as I would love them to see wimminz back in the day or family/marriage back in the day, but all those things are history.

Some people didn’t make it back then. They got fucked up.

I light a joss that I was fortunate enough to, and may be, in the fullness of time, around and able to pass some shit on to my boys that they can actually use in *their* lives.

July 5, 2013

What the fuck is this

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:57 pm

In my day job, as in life, basically all I see is 95% of the time people come along, look at an issue, and then proceed as though the actual issues and a theoretical issue that just happens to make life easiest for them are one and the same thing.

I had a job recently, they told me I was about the 17th site visit trying to fix their problems, which I soon realised was a simple case of the 16 before me using the attitude I just mentioned (also in AfORisms https://wimminz.wordpress.com/01-intro-and-stuff/) “fuck it, I’m doing *this* and getting my ass out of herewhat the fuck is this

So, in this case there were in fact three or four separate issues, we *think* we got it licked, but only time will tell, which is what happens when one problem is actually three or four, it used to be one problem, but the 16 fuck it types that preceded me added three more and made the original one worse.

One of the remote guys at one of our big clients knows me as “the serial number guy”, because we are doing an upgrade roll-out where boxes A and B and being replaced, but, you have to do this in a VERY specific order and way, or best case scenario is you take the entire site hard down, worst case scenario is you take the whole corporate WAN hard down, and this is for a fortune 500 type company.

I am the “serial number guy” because I insist the remote guy reads me the serial number he has on file for old box A & B, *before* I touch anything, he used to laugh at me for being anal, last week he stopped laughing, the serial number he had for old box A, and the serial number on old box A did not match, turns out some fuck swapped it out a while back and it wasn’t documented… *he* got the credit for this, I don’t give a fuck, I did *not* get the blame and my ass was covered.

In the recent job where I was #17, one of the previous guys had put a replacement box in, but it lacked a plug in card. So he pulled the card from the old box and slammed it into the new box… shame he forgot to copy the driver software for the card over too… as it happens the card itself was dying, so it all just makes things more complex and time consuming to diagnose.

I have walked in to places to fuck around with patch cables to diagnose why VOIP phones aren’t working that worked last week, only to meet an in-house guy with a REAL cable tester in his hands, one that does attenuation and shit and can calculate the length of the fucking cable and log and record results, he knows it ain’t the patch leads, I know it ain’t the patch leads, but the client’s outsourced to India tech support guy insists we spend an hour fucking with cables before agreeing to move to an unused port on the switch, which is what they were told in the first place… and 2 days later it stops working again… why? because the doofus in India didn’t update the documentation, and scanning software found what was supposed to be an unused port in use, and disabled it…. duh…

and….

though at first glance it may seem completely unrelated, I just can’t fucking stand wimminz, because after putting up with this crap during the day, I got no time for it on my own personal unpaid time, but, this is exactly what wimminz are.

If I had a dollar for every wimminz of whom I have thought, you know, she could be fucking great except for glaring flaw exhibit A, I’d be richer than Bill Gates, so really, what are the odds that exhibit A always involved treating me like a cunt, are all down to me?

About the same as the jobs described above where the faults I walk into, which were already there, are somehow down to me.

Of course, the outcomes are the same, when things work out, well, it was just that their attitude didn’t exceed the inbuilt stability threshold, and that goes for the wimminz too… but, the times they are a changing, as we get to a critical mass of don’t-give-a-fuck in each and every process chain.

Thing is, what sets the good, the bad and the ugly apart are not such things as the sheer number of cisco or microsoft or whatever certifications the person has, sure, there is *some* correlation between the good guys and the certification, but it is fairly loose at best, give me a conscientious, thinking, observing, methodical bastard any day over the elite certificated apex dude in the field, the methodical mother will rarely if ever make anything worse, and can always tell you what he DID do, and what effects it had and what he observed.

The guy who said fuck it and didn’t bother to think long enough to load the add in card drivers from the old box has all that manufacturers certs, fucking gold accredited partner status, he can whizz bang the exams, he can spec your corporate network from a blank sheet of paper (in theory) but in practice in the field he can’t even stop to think that add in card hardware = drivers or it presents as a fault…

Many years ago in my marine engineering days we used to build, into shipping container and smaller format, complete hydraulic power pack systems.. the head of the company was a fucking hydraulic genius, and his designs were awesome, except, when you tried to build them, he’d lay out a bunch of pipes for a manifold and put them so close together you couldn’t actually get a spanner on the unions, so, we used to use his to + or – 0.1 mm spec designs as a sort of artists impression, and build it so you could actually build it, and in the two years I worked for the asshole he never actually spotted that what we built and his designs were different.

Pity the poor fucker in the field who tried to fix a repair by having a part CNC’d up according to his designs, and you wouldn’t believe how common that is in engineering… nd of course some of THAT shit is deliberate, trade secrets and branding etc, so Volvo (penta) used to buy Peugeot diesel parts, and make subtle changes so you couldn’t go out and buy a pug part at a tenth the price, which was doubly hilarious because the only reason the expensive volvo penta part died was the deliberate design changes, tow examples were cracking between the valves on the straight six diesels, and making the mechanical fuel lift pumps sealed and non-serviceable, so when the diaphragms went they leaked diesel into the sump, voilà, dilution and runaway….

For about 10 years in Spain you could buy standard UNF and UNC thread bolts, with metric head sizes because the fitters had metric spanners, not AF sets… I’ve seen that cause more “What the FUUK!!!” than chicks with dicks down Bugis St.

Old Joe was a semi retired Morris engineer who made a nice living in spain as a small garage, what with this AF and whitworth spanners and whatnot, fixing all the english cars and tractors and stuff that found its way to spain..

At the time I had a DKW (Audi) diesel truck, imagine what a cunt I looked when the clutch went one day and I looked and saw the cable was broken, so went to the auto factors to ask for a deek truck clutch cable… no señor, there is no such animal… me waves clutch cable in my hand at them, they shrug, oh dear, looks like a previous owner did a mod…

But, 20 years ago this shit was the exception that was a good tale to tell over a beer after work on a Friday, nowadays it is par for the fucking course, no greens or holes, all sand traps and bunkers.

Reminds me of a joke Fred the alky used to tell about Hell, which was full of bars and lewd wimminz, “you see all those bottles of beer, well, they all have holes in them, you see all those lewd wimminz, well, they don’t

 

July 4, 2013

Judge said ‘wholly innocent’ father-of-two was ‘saved’ by his phone

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 8:27 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2355655/Astria-Berwick-Woman-jailed-lying-police-taxi-driver-sexually-assaulted-cab.html

July 3, 2013

I want to fuck your friend.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:07 am

It is a trusim, that I often tell wimminz, that *EVERYTHING* they did sexually in the past better be on offer to me, otherwise they run the risk of appearing to value me less than some previous jerk.

Wimminz, for their part, *intimately* understand this, which is one of the reasons they always try to re-write history, but, there is one bit they don’t get.

I kicked a skank to the kerb tonight, she’ll be back, and it was a needed part of that process, but the *reason* I gave, that she just didn’t get.942581_374018689365577_995616911_n

As I said to her, “It’s not the fact that you had a threesome with that couple that makes a difference, we’re just fuckbuddies, I don’t give a shit who you fuck, it is that you had an evening off and were available to fuck, and did not think to offer me first refusal… that is why I am kicking your skanky ass to the kerb.

She didn’t get it because what I was talking about was relative weighting of one thing vs another, for wimminz, this is a goldfish with a binary yes/no thing, shes doesn’t get *why* she has been kicked to the kerb, all she gets is that she has…

So now she is eager to meet me again, and have me use and abuse her cunt and cause her much pain.

The pain is punishment to her, which she wants, she is not sure *why*, she just knows she likes it and deserves it.

I mention all this, because the AfORisms bit on the right is starting to get some attention, and part 3 about leopards not changing their spots is apposite to this story.

There is another skank, who may or may not, (see AfORism 02..lol) but is planing to come over for a weekend of use and abuse, who claims that every relationshit she has had was with a man who was sexually abusive, which is why she wants to spend a weekend with me being my fucktoy with specific requests that I use and abuse her in exactly the ways that were “abuse” when these ex’s allegedly did it to her.

Clearly, to anyone with a functioning brain, her history is a history of selecting men who were capable of rough sex, and then manipulating these men into giving her said rough sex, but to a wimminz goldfish 1k binary brain this would cause a buffer overflow, so she will just re-regurgitate some shit she read somewhere about wanting to re-visit traumatic experiences in a bid to understand them.

It is of course mere coincidence that when she finds a man like me, who does not merely think, but knows, she is a filthy tramp good for only one thing, rather than a man she has to manipulate into treating her that way, her cunt starts throbbing with desire. (sms etc recording all this shit backed up to the cloud etc etc)

I have another occasional one, it is quite easy to be callous with her as she is obese, but, she does worship the very ground I walk on, and it appears, quelle surprise, that the more I diss her, the more she worships me, she has a well paying job, decent car, own house, and it is all on offer, even a womb-turd if I wanted one.

What all these have in common is the wimminz 1k input buffer is overflowed, the fucking INSTANT you cause that to not be the case, for example by turning around to the last one and saying ok babe, I’ll move in next week lets get married and get you pregnant, suddenly you are running a program that fits in that buffer, and suddenly all respect / eagerness / interest that they have in you evaporates faster than spit on oxy cut steel…

So when she comes crawling and apologising, instead of saying OK babe I accept your apology, I tell her the truth, it’s a fucking start, just, but a fucking small one.

What do I have to do? she wails.

  1. I wanna fuck your friend (arrange it)
  2. I wanna fuck you and your friend in a threesome (arrange it)

prace bets now, what should I say? lol

This is why (home made) porn is attractive, it is heavily filtered, everything except the holes you want to fuck is excluded, and even then, filtered down to the visual cortex stuff.

This is why wimminz in the flesh are so unattractive, no filters, eek, all that shitty stuff gets through, and that, bitches, is why I treat you with contempt, because apart from your sexual purposes, you are utterly contemptible as human beings.

This, is the danger, when as above, a wimminz you have fucked decides to fuck someone else, unless you are hip to what wimminz really are, you are liable to start viewing things form the ultrafiltered porno perspective, sob, boo hoo, that was MY fuckin’ toy…

The reality is, said skanky ho’s cunt is not worth any less to me now that is was before an additional couple used it, you can’t get less than “worthless except for scenarios where it happens to be right here for my own personal immediate use”

The reality is, I wonder if the female part of this couple is fuckable, because now there is a link between me and it that wasn’t there before.

THIS kind of thinking completely blows the wimminz 1k input buffer.

June 30, 2013

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