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October 23, 2011

The unravelling of an attitude.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:54 am

This post is essentially going to be two things, one of which is the third in the series commenting upon the change in wimminz attitudes as the economy founders, and the other thing is going to be a shotgun or random related stuff.

Clearly, since I am not a wimminz, I do not wake up every morning and believe that I am more beautiful, more sexy, more entitled than I was when I went to sleep the night before.

Being a man (of thankfully good genetic heritage) I wake up every morning, take a piss, light up a cigarette and sup my first coffee of the day, and some days something happens that causes me to remark to myself that I have just learned something new or added one more small piece to a puzzle. I do have people (of both sexes) mistakenly taking me for someone between 10 and 15 years younger than my actual age fairly regularly, but this is still putting me at late thirties as a minimum, an age at which for much of human history you were probably going to be considered “old age“. Of course the other thing that is most unusual about the last century of so of human history, is one of the side effects of science and technology and wealth creation, which is men marrying wimminz of basically the same age.

I have mentioned previously that my PoF production line has been showing a spike in wimminz nearer my own age opening the conversation with a willingness to be my kinky no-holds barred submissive slut, dropping all pretence of ladylike refinement or respectable demeanour, and a spike in the younger wimminz being more interested in a man my age than they were (remember, my PoF profile has no picture, so the first impression the wimminz get is the one they paint in their own head when they see “age 51”) only a season or so ago.

This last week has seen a serious spike in this, sure, it could be no more than a statistical anomaly, but it doesn’t feel like one, it feels much more like negotiating with people who suddenly realise that the balance of power has shifted, ironically towards a more patriarchal society and away from the matriarchal misandric society that all the feminazis are still screechingly claiming is a patriarchy.

It feels like this partly because of subtle shifts in the language used in the dating negotiations, and partly because of the quality and therefore self respect of the wimminz entering the arena lately, and pushing aside all the “rode hard and hung up wet” types that infested PoF as little as 6 months ago.

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t buy this new negotiating language and new proposals and terms as being any more truthful or valuable than the stuff the wimminz were saying six months ago, but I do note the change, and I do note the fact that had these slightly better quality wimminz come to me with this approach and attitude 12 months ago it would have been met with slightly more than mere cynicism by me…. I would have acknowledged that they were at least making an effort to stand out from the herd BEFORE the fucking lions started stalking.

How much of a shift are we talking about?

Well, a 27 year old single mum, with her own home, and no, that doesn’t mean a mortgage she can’t pay, it means her own home, with a classical education and good relations with her traditional nuclear family, in actual fact quite easy on the eye and totally devoid of all the wimminz usual warpaint and accesorising and such, spending the last two weeks ramping up her campaign to convince me, a 51 year old man (albeit a well preserved one) to take her under my wing.

Yeah, she is still a skank ho single mum to bastard kids, she is still by nature of being a wimminz a filthy lying whore, but damn me if she isn’t making a fucking good effort, and I don’t just mean “I’ll be your own personal whore” shit, but the whole 1950’s housewife shebang about honouring and respecting and obeying the older and wiser man in your life.

Yeah, it may have no more meaning or import than an actor reading a script on stage, but fuck me, this is a play that has not been performed since the 80’s, and when the feminazis heckle this bitch (for hanging out with a “viagra daddy”) she certainly plays the part of someone fighting for one of the last seats on one of the last boats off the island before it sinks beneath the waves, with enough aplomb to deserve a very small round of applause.

And then she whips out the world smallest violin and plays a tune on it for these other feminazi skank ho wimminz who are “rode hard and hung up wet” for their self inflicted rapidly vanishing worth on the meat market, and I laugh out loud, because by now the feminazi skank ho wimminz reveal their true demonic nature and pour vile hatred upon the younger, fresher, and more pleasant sounding competition.

What I find fascinating here is that even if this young flesh only 5% believes the script she is reading to me, I have to do nothing, economic events alone will serve to make that script ever more credible to her, which will ensure her sustained and if anything increased effort, it is almost delicious enough to start taking long term bets on.

I mention the bets because the REASON men always tried to make marriages work for their families was the sheer amount of effort that men put into said families, and the REASON the wimminz were so quick to throw the man under the wheels of the nearest Family Court or Police Cell was because they put no effort into it, all they had to do was turn up at the party.

Now if things are, as they seem to be, going the other way, if this young wimminz is the one making all the effort into having a relationship with a man 24 years older than her, while the man does sweet fuck all except turn up to the party, then we have what is known as a role reversal.

Of course what will trump being a 27 year old skank ho single mum with bastard kids and a newly learned 1950’s housewife attitude in say 2013, is being an 18 year old virgin with 1950’s housewife attitudes in 2013….

Were I to take said 27 year old skank mummy on, pump and pump instead of pump and dump, come 2013 she is going to have a full time job, on the one hand convincing me that “a bird in the hand” applies to her versus her competition, and argument that has some merit if she plays the “I saw the writing on the wall first, and I chose you first, to be my lord and protector” argument, and on the other hand against the less competitive skanks, who will offer harem status…. e.g. be lord and master of three of us.

Now, getting back to the older skanks, but the newer to the scene type mentioned above, they no longer have the young flesh or fertile wombs to offer, so they are getting in with an opening bid of submissive kinky sex, and literally stating that their advantage over their peers is that they still get horny and dripping wet at the drop of a hat, or their master’s command.

Meanwhile the “rode hard and put up wet” types seem to be splitting in to two camps, those for whom the anger at whatever finally bursts through, with the realisation that sex is now going to consist of smearing fish paste on their cunts for their cats to lick off, and those for whom the thousand yard stare and stunned oblivion is the response, you can insult the living fuck out of them and tell them to send any fuckable female friends they have your way, and their response is to call you a friend… I shit you not.

Meanwhile back in the real MSM world, expect a massive resurgence of shit like “You gotta have a J O B if you wanna be with me…. ain’t nothing goin on but the rent” (Gwen Guthrie) and such crap… but moreso, because the late 10’s and the early 20’s are going to make the 30’s look like the fucking 80’s.

Now in the seventies I was the bad boy biker with the cash and the flash and the connections, and more cunt than I knew what to do with, and in the eighties I was the rich foreigner with the cash and the flash and the connections, and more cunt than I knew what to do with, the nineties were nowhere near as good cunt wise, I got enough but can’t say I ever had more than I knew what to do with, the noughties frankly I pretty much pissed away and fucked up, I think I fucked a total of 5 wimminz including my FRA psycho skank ho ex, and two of those five were mother and daughter, now the ten’s are here I am back to bad boy, serious bad reputation (rapist wife beater) but being strictly honest about things fuck all money, fuck all flash, and few connections of note, yet I am rapidly getting back to more cunt than I can handle.

What is different is since my FRA I keep detailed electronic records, so I can tell you exactly how many wimminz I have fucked in any given time period, so far in 2011 I have pumped and pumped and pumped and eventually dumped 15, and pumped and dumped (anything from a handjob through a quickie in a parked car to an overnight, but never gone back for more) an astonishing 63… if you’d asked me to guess the number I would have shrugged and said “maybe 20” and not really thought about it.

What is different is the sheer fucking numbers of 35/40+ year old separated skank ho wimminz on the market, it is a fucking epidemic and you can’t attribute my conversion rate to “teh interwebs” and dating sites like PoF coming into existence, at best that probably counters the fact that I am now 51, going bald on top, stony broke and have some shit accusations following me around like a bad smell.

Plus I find myself wondering at the connection, because basically all these skanky ho’s on PoF in their 40’s have been on the pill for 25 years, and smearing themselves with chemicals externally for 25 years (hence the poor skin) and eating processed food for 25 years, and not fucking working physically for 25 years thanks to electronic household labour saving appliances.

Correlation is not causation, but there are a fuck lot of correlations, and now I am starting to wonder if the wheels coming off the wagons of the western economies and 27 year old skanks pursuing 51 year old Men is just another correlation, or maybe there is a connection there somewhere….. because if there is that long term bet I mentioned earlier gets even more interesting.

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October 21, 2011

It’s an education.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:51 am

Life, that is, and the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.

What I can tell you is this, 2012 will see my life moved to the point where I can video blog… I will be able to say a lot more about a lot more…

In the interim, let’s get back to the “school of hard knocks”, here are some of the course modules, you are either smart and ruthless enough to learn them, or you are not.

  1. Seeing your children killed in an accident is less painful and traumatic than having them abducted by your skank ho ex and the secret family court system and associated parasites, once a child is dead its suffering ends, which mitigates yours somewhat.
  2. Washing your hands of your children the INSTANT the secret family courts have become involved is the only way to ever be a free man again.
  3. Our “leaders“, whether they be politicians, senior businessmen, bankers, or judges, are all far less competent at their jobs than you are at your trade.
  4. All women are filthy lying whores.
  5. The secret to survival is to be free (see point #2 above) and “lightweight“, eg able to act and react and make major changes in your own life within 24 hours. Me Evil Penis (blog link on the right) was able to leave one country and move 2,000 miles to another…. “assets” can also be a ball and chain.
  6. If you are a white man in Europe, then genetically, physically and intellectually you have more in common with a crippled black man in Africa than you have in common with a white woman sat next to you.
  7. The people running countries, banks, armies and large corporations are much worse at their jobs than you are at your job… the average plumber with a string of leaks behind him and three attempts to fix each job is FAR more competent than these people… at least he eventually gets the fucking job done. Yes I know I said this at #3, but it is so profound and so important it bears repeating.
  8. Given “x” possible answers to a given question, the truth is almost invariably the most unpleasant one for you personally to stomach.
  9. There doesn’t have to be a “conspiracy” to put YOU on the food chain, all it takes is “rent seeking behaviour” and all that takes is an appropriate environmental niche.
  10. There is no Justice. Just Us.
  11. Only ever judge people by what they DO. Utterly ignore what they SAY or PROMISE.
  12. Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
  13. The greatest confidence tricks all involve convincing you that you have some skin in the game the confidence trickster is trying to sell you on. You don’t, the ONLY game you have skin in is survival of yourself.
  14. Cunt is worth precisely as much as a few squares of toilet roll. One is used to wipe your ass, the other is used to dump your cum… but toilet roll never made a False Rape Accusation against anyone.
  15. In life you do a lot of things alone, you suffer pain alone, you die alone, you stand alone in a family court, get used to this, and get used to the fact you can’t prevent anyone else from this fate either, not even your own kids.
  16. Let God sort ’em out… seriously, life is too fucking short to piss it away seeking revenge on those who are already punished best by being themselves… yeah, they spread their misery, see #13 and #15.
  17. Rust never sleeps.

IN ending this piece, I want to show you something… this follows on what I have been saying for months now about all the dumb fucks running things, the danger is not so much that they are dumb fucks, but that we have built a society based upon science and technology (quoting Sagan) that is ruled by those who are fucking clueless about science and technology, the field of IT alone means that financially everything is now interlinked in ways that were simply impossible in the days of the telex machine and punched card mainframe computer in banking.

A University of Zurich study ‘proves’ that a small group of companies – mainly banks – wields huge power over the global economy.

The study is the first to look at all 43,060 transnational corporations and the web of ownership between them – and created a ‘map’ of 1,318 companies at the heart of the global economy.

The study found that 147 companies formed a ‘super entity’ within this, controlling 40 per cent of its  wealth. All own part or all of one another. Most are banks – the top 20 includes Barclays and Goldman Sachs. But the close connections mean that the network could be vulnerable to collapse.

‘In effect, less than one per cent of the companies were able to control 40 per cent of the entire network,’ says James Glattfelder, a complex systems theorist at the Swiss Federal Institute in Zurich, who co-wrote the research, to be published in the journal PLoS One.

Some of the assumptions underlying the study have come in for criticism – such as the idea that ownership equates to control. But the Swiss researchers have no axe to grind: they simply applied mathematical models usually used to model natural systems to the world economy, using data from Orbis 2007, a database listing 37 million companies and investors.

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October 16, 2011

Fat Cunts – Beware!

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:26 am

I generally hate generalisations because they tend to contain more untruth than truth, so giving them any time means you are in effect buying in to lies.

However, sometimes they contain a lot more truth than untruth, which puts them in the realm of old sayings or old wives tales.

Size Bust Waist Hips
cm in cm in cm in
8 81 31.9 61 24.0 89 35.0
10 85 33.5 66 26.0 93 36.6
12 89 35.0 71 28.0 96.5 38.0
14 93 36.6 76 29.9 101.5 40.0
16 97 38.2 81 31.9 106.5 41.9
18 102 40.2 86 33.9 112 44.1

There is of course a large level of lies built into these theoretical sizes, how many wimminz have you met with a waist that is smaller than their tits AND their hips? You also have to be aware that wimminz clothes sellers know the value of putting a “Size 18” label on a size 20 or size 22 item…. indeed since wimminz waists are routinely larger than they should be, and in the larger sizes larger than tits and sometimes even asses/hips, the entire waist section of the wimminz body has been removed from the picture, now all that counts is tits and hips, which to be fair is all you need to know when buying a tent or tarpaulin or clowns trousers, which is after all what constitutes 90% of wimminz “fashion” nowadays.

SO the fact is that when a wimminz says she is a size 18, it means her gut or her ass is a minimum of 48 inches… her “tits” may well measure 42 inches, but expect no more than a droopy B cup.

So, to the generalisations;

The fatter the wimminz is, the more delusional she is about her own size, and about her own sexual attractiveness.

The magnitude of these delusions are related to dress sizes, and you need to realise they are logarithmic like earthquake forces…. so while a size 18 wimminz isn’t a lot fatter than a size 16 wimminz, being only “one size up”, when it comes to delusional ratings we have to adopt the logarithmic earthquake style scale, where the size 18 wimminz is TEN TIMES AS DELUSIONAL as the size 16 wimminz.

Of course this means that the size 18 wimminz is 100 times as delusional as the size 14 wimminz.

For some reason latterly I have found myself more or less ignoring my own cut off point of size 14, and porking the odd 16 and one or two 18’s, but then again this is what happens when you agree to meet wimminz whose PoF profile pics only show their faces….. all wimminz lie all the time, especially the delusional about their own body, fat cunts…

I suppose it (the recent crop of fat cunts) is just one of those statistical anomalies that crop up in any random sequence and look like a pattern to those who do not understand statistics and probability, but the correlation between fat cunt and self delusion is another thing entirely, probability is 1.0

Now here’s the thing, there are three approximately one hour driving journeys that I regularly take from my home, each in a different direction along a different road, each journey has at least one fat cunt that I have fucked in the past, and I know for a fact I could message any one of them and say “Hey, I’m passing tomorrow and feel like stopping by for a blowjob” and unless they are actually out at work etc they will message back and say OK, and by blowjob I mean walk in the door, say “Hey”, flop my cock out and into their mouth, they blow me, I shoot my load, zip up and leave.

We are talking as clinical and casual as pulling into a rest stop to take a piss or take a shit, and frankly having my balls emptied can sometimes serve that same purpose, just a physical dump of substances.

Yet I am never even fucking remotely tempted with any of these fat cunts, so what I am say here is I need a piss, but I won’t use that urinal or that bush, and I need a shit, but I won’t use that toilet.

That, fat cunts, is the truth of what you are, not your delusional bullshit about being some sexy babe with big tits etc.

I have known this truth above for a great deal of time.

However, it was the last fat cunt, last night, that a certain penny dropped. The penny that dropped was that what made these fat cunts so “one fuck maximum” is not the fact that they are fat cunts per se, what makes them so repellent is not their excess weight, it is the excess delusional bullshit that accompanies it.

And what that penny was, was the thought, while the fat cunt is sucking (rather well, it has to be said) on my cock this thought pops into my head, that this fucking fat cunt is sucking on something that she knows is going to blow about 7 calories of semen down her throat, which is about 5 diet cokes minus the gas, and when you consider the actual volume of sperm shot down her throat that makes it super calorie mega drink, the equivalent of the “Death by chocolate” dessert.

So that was it for me and fat cunts, a free blow job is one thing, but being a “feeder” for a fat cunt is just too repulsive, so fat cunts have gone from “one fuck maximum” material in my book to “avoid at all costs”

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October 8, 2011

Internet dating masterclass.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:33 am

I have had a fairly full mailbag this week, lots of guys saying “I do everything you said about internet dating, I joined Plenty of Fish (PoF) but what you say doesn’t work and anyway the wimminz on that site do my fucking head in!“

To which I reply “No, you are not doing what I said, you are doing what you think I said, and dude, all wimminz will do your fucking head in if you let them.”

So then we get down to basics;

  1. You absolutely HAVE to ensure that you approach every single skank on PoF in such a way that you are GUARANTEED, no matter what the outcome, to walk away from her with exactly what you had when you walked onto her.
  2. Further to point #1 above this means if this particular skank is a flake, so what, you haven’t lost anything, you still have all the other skanks on the production line and the rest of your life, she is blocked, and even with her you have done your bit to lower another wimminz expectations.
  3. You do not count your expenditure of time on said skank as a “loss” any more than the farmer counts weeding and ploughing and harrowing and indeed everything except reaping and selling at market as a loss.
  4. If you do what I say you will always have a four tier system, tier one is the “friends with benefits” stage and the skanks on there last maybe 3 to 6 months, tier two is the production line skank that looks like she is about to come through, tier three is every other skank on the production line, tier four is every other skank on or about to join PoF at any point in the future.
  5. No tier is ever occupied by only one skank ho, although the numbers do go like a pyramid, always make sure it is flat topped pyramid with space for you to wander around on the top…. never get exclusive, never get to care, never worry about satisfying them…. keeping them hungry for your cock is gooood…
  6. Never care what they say, all wimminz are filthy lying whores, all of the time, wimminz are not insulting you by believing that they deserve a better man than you, they are just deluded and fucking nuts, similarly never believe it when they say you are “the best evah” and they love you…. never believe or care about anything they say or do.
  7. Follow the fucking rules, I tell you how to progress the conversation, you are talking to idiots, you have to follow the rules for talking to idiots, if you go in all guns blazing and say “hey babe fancy a fuck” as your first message and then start insulting them when they have not replied with a “yes please master” within ten minutes then you need to take a look in the insecurity mirror.
  8. Further to point 6 above, my method is about banging as many skank ho’s as possible for the minimum effort and expense per fuck, it has a nice positive side effect that one man can lower the expectations of 50-75 wimminz a year, but it is and can only ever be about the free fuck… if you try to plug ANYTHING at all else into it like your own self esteem or a relationship or any of that crap then you are fucked before you start.
  9. If you care, if you get upset, if you get annoyed, if you get frustrated, then you are doing this method WRONG, take a step back, read EVERYTHING I have said again, and read WHAT I SAID, not what you think I said.

That is it in a nutshell, if you have any attitude at all to wimminz other than wanting to pump and dump with minimum effort and expense per pump then MY METHOD IS NOT WHAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR.

Someone else may have the solutions and answers that you seek, I, sure as bears shit in the woods, do not.

Also, please note, I never said anything about getting insanely hot teenage bisexual twins to dance all over your cock every time you click your fingers, I say quite clearly you will run the gamut from 2’s up to high 6’s low 7’s, there are no 8/9/10 on dating sites…. what the fuck do you think that “10” you were in love with when you were 16 will look like today?

Trust me guys I have met them in their late 40’s and fuck me time is HARD AND HARSH on those bitches, they are low 2’s at best, faces lined like an elephant’s ball sack, uber trashy and naff tats, gutter trash clothing and deportment, fucked up hair and probably some piercings too, and they fucking know it…

But, they will give you no shit, make you coffee and do ass to mouth all you want for a night, just so they can pretend they were the way they used to be at 16, and the next day as far as you are concerned you just fucking LAUGH, because God bless you, you were born with a cock and a pair of balls, and you may not have fucked Julie the teen prom queen first, but you fucked her dirtiest, last, and cheapest…. and then you move on, because there are a million of them out there.

Next please.

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October 5, 2011

Emotional Illusions.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 4:34 pm

I quite like image on the right, instead of the traditional optical illusion with two options, faces / vase, it is redrawn to have three, faces / vase / mexicans.

There is a neat allegory here with wimminz, who are illusory and duplicitous, in that there is often more than two levels of simultaneous bullshit and deceit going on…

I was unexpectedly reminded of this while browsing the MGTOW forums earlier today.

There was a post about a guy who fucked this skank, was lying next to her, and her mobile rang, it was her husband / boyfriend, and of course she lied her tits off about where she was and what she was doing.

Possibly due to my attitude, certainly due in part to the numbers of skank ho’s I have fucked, I can tell you that this poster / post was not even the thin end of the wedge.

I have lost count of the number of wimminz who have wanted nothing more than to have me fucking them WHILE they were on the phone to the husband / boyfriend, some straight talk, some indulging on phone sex.

Now while part of the deal in these circumstances is for me to be quiet, unless there is allegedly some porn playing in the background on the cable channel or internet, this generally means slow fucking, and this generally means listening to what she is saying, and playing games like trying to make her gasp with pleasure or forcing your cock in her mouth when she is supposed to be whispering sweet nothings, and listening to the excuses (I was eating a pizza… lmfao) but the fact is, you do listen to what these skanks say, to their words, and their expressions.

Now, lots of people ask me why I hate speaking to people on the phone, and would much rather email, text, or speak face to face, and the fact is 100% of the reason is these experiences.

I have literally heard every word, phrase, expression of endearment, coo, awww, mmm, and every other sound going, or ever used, by any wimminz, ever, in any phone conversation they ever had…. sounds that the sad fuck at the other end of the phone is limited to, the only thing he has to go on, and boy is he filling in the blanks and painting a different picture from reality.

And boys, web cam sex doesn’t mean a thing unless you can see 100% of her body 100% of the time, which I will bet large sums of money you never did, when you saw her face my cock was up her ass or cunt, when you saw her cunt my cock was in her mouth or rubbing her tits, and if she has an orgasm it sure isn’t the thought of you that rang her bell…

But perhaps the worst of all is when your skank ho slut hangs up on you, turns to me and says “I am naughty aren’t I?”

Depending if my balls need further draining or not, I will let them blow me, whip out my phone and start talking to one of my bitches…. perhaps 5% of these stupid skank ho’s the penny drops, they couldn’t see their boyfriend / husband either… lol

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October 4, 2011

Internet dating in 2011 for advanced users.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:12 pm

Further to a conversation with a friend a couple of days ago…

…I thought it was time to talk about some of the more advanced aspects of internet dating.

The fact is that even if you are a hermit, typing your real name, your nickname/ handle, your email address, your mobile phone number, your street address, etc, into Google will bring up results.

Those results aren’t always “good”, particularly if you are a Man with a capital M who never indulged in politically correct crap.

You may have forgotten about the lunatic (literally) who believes that the illuminati are attempting to control his mind by way of secret signals embedded in television pictures, who you one day quite correctly on some obscure forum somewhere branded a kook, and you may have forgotten that he responded by calling you a paedophile, or you may not even have noticed because you filtered / blocked all his posts…

But Google didn’t forget.

So there you are merrily internet dating and doing very well thank you and you exchange email addresses to take things to MSN and suddenly the skank you were talking to ignores you, and you are wondering why.

Why is because she just typed your email address into Google and it came up with the kook in 2003 who accused you of being a paedophile / axe murderer / serial bigamist / whatever.

Having a rare name like Xerxes LaPlante just means that every google return sounds very very credible, having a common name like John Smith just means that every google return lumps you in with every other John Smith who ever annoyed a kook on the internet, and there are a lot of them.

So what do you do?

Well, the absolute worst fucking thing you can possibly do is to attempt to cover your tracks, because then every subsequent contact with any skank ho’s on dating sites is going to be seen in a bad light, here is the evil predator attempting to hide his history (the prosecutor will not give a fuck if said history is true or mere slander) suddenly you have fulfilled two of the three criteria necessary for you to be convicted, namely;

  1. Be stood in the dock as the accused.
  2. Be caught out in a lie or attempting to conceal something.
  3. Be unable to provide a cast iron alibi.

Specifically you just provided item #2 on the list.

Specifically in my case as you all know I was the victim of a False Rape Accusation as the opening salvo in my psycho skank ho ex’s separation / custody battle with me, and if you think rumours about that do not get on to the internet unless you are arrested and named in the Press, you need to wake up, your psycho skank ho ex will make sure those rumours are spread around the internet, just not in her name… all she has to do is anonymously email the kook you insulted in 2003…

So given that you cannot have no history, given that these cunts only ever look for material that paints you in a bad light, given that there is always going to be material that paints you in a bad light, what do you do?

You say “Fuck everyone stupid enough to believe everything they read on the internet.” and you take that attitude and you shove it in everyone’s face, and let it also be archived on the internet.

What you have then is “boy with a bad rep” who is quite happy to play the part, and frankly nobody who goes anywhere near you, employs you, fucks you, or anything else can claim innocence or victimhood.

Yes, you will get a significant proportion of skank ho’s suddenly disappearing on you, but you will not get less pussy, you are playing a numbers game and once you get to “enough” any missed pussy is not missed opportunity.

There is also the aspect to consider that any skank ho who does buy such internet gossip is probably exactly the kind of skank ho you want to avoid at all costs, so it has a positive benefit as a freak filter.

The one thing I do want to warn you about though are the groupies, the ones who read the internet gossip and who still want to know you, or worse still become fascinated by the whole thing and your devil may care, I don’t attitude to the whole thing. These groupie skank ho’s can be the kinkiest and best fucks out there, but frankly they are also kooky, so beware… be especially aware if they live within 40 miles of your own psycho skank ho ex, sure you can all spell “entrapment” so once again be especially careful to have IM / SMS / MMS / Email all archived to the cloud and no exceptions.

Do not fall into the trap of complacency either, just because your google results seem fairly safe today, google is like rust, it never sleeps, and things may be different in a week, and of course google is not the only player here, facebook etc all go into the mix and most of these sites are incestual and just index each other, yadda yadda.

You also have to watch out for emerging technologies that take a fresh look at existing data.

For instance any face pic uploaded to the internet in 2000 is probably still there, and a decade later this comes along

Oops…

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October 2, 2011

Killerwatt

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:36 pm

Last week I was talking to someone “green” about home energy consumption, and I mentioned that I had measured *everything* in my house back in 2008, and the results were not what you might expect.

I showed them the spreadsheet I had created by monitoring every single electrical device in the household individually over one week with a skip load of kill-a-watt meters and a lot of dodgy temporary wiring.

I left them a copy of the spreadsheet. Today I have just heard from them, apparently they have been arguing non stop, and the consensus is that the wife thinks I did something wrong or I am weird and ran an abnormal house, and the husband thinks maybe my measuring methodology was somehow flawed, and thus they have reached some sort of agreement with each other that basically I am wrong.

Rather than respond, basically I just shrugged and added yet another household to my cellphone and email block filters…. however, out of potential interest for my readers, here is the data below, remember, this is electrical consumption, and it is from 2008, and it is the UK.

Overall household consumption.

Standby Watt 24 hour kWh Standby cost Usage cost
23.00 2.585 £0.27 1 – Living room
0 2.911 £0.31 2 – Kitchen
39.00 5.301 £0.56 3 – Hall
0.00 1.304 £0.14 4 – Bathroom
0.00 0.221 £0.02 5 – Bed 1
0.00 0.031 £0.00 6 – Bed 2
0.00 0.031 £0.00 7 – Bed 3
0.00 0.652 £0.07 8 – W’shop
0.00 0.372 £0.04 9 – Garden
62.00 13.408 £0.00 £1.41 Day
£128.11 91 days

As a sanity check I compared this to the meter readings

1,304.00 Actual kWh from bill £136.92
1220.10 accounted for £128.11
83.90 £8.81

Which opens a whole new can of worms about the rather interesting subject of utility meter accuracy and calibration and legal requirements and standards….

On an apparently completely unrelated note, most recent queries in personal messages sent to me by guys doing the internet dating thing have boiled down to “so she was texting me every 5 minutes telling me her cunt is dripping for my cock, and now she has just gone all cold and distant?????”

In the first instance the couple were right there, THEY raised the subject of energy consumption, THEY raised the specific topic within that subject of which things in the house use most energy, THEY saw me open my laptop and saw me dig out an old Excel file with a file date three plus years old, chances I could have been forewarned and planned and planted ready to use fake data? Zilch.

Since I was right there and explained in great detail (far more than there is time or space for here) how and what I did to ensure that each individual measurement was set up correctly, how I calibrated the power meter itself, what I did to ensure that each reading was fair and not just a small segment of a typical consumption / time graph, what methods I used after each stage to “sanity check” the results, there wasn’t any room at all, even for an unreasonable person with an agenda, to find flaws in my results, beyond the obvious individual variations between households, eg their 2008 Philips 7kg washing machine vs my 2008 Samsung 7kg washing machine.

Yet, since the results were not what they wanted, the results were dismissed as simply being wrong, and their own household, which has never been measured in any detail beyond the total consumption and bill every quarter, was deemed to be entirely different to my household, and it was mainly the wimmin in this house that made this decision, and then proceeded to browbeat her pet niggerz to agree with her.

In short, this wimminz preferred her fantasy castle in the sky model of power consumption in her home to scientifically verified reality.

Given such an attitude this wimminz is no doubt now restricting the use of those things that in her fantasy castle in the sky model use most power, which in all probability means their actual quarterly power consumption and therefore bill will go UP, and as / if / when it does, it won’t be the wimminz fault, oh no, the only possible answers are that the power company is wrong, and good luck with that, especially when it involves the wimmin in the household having to argue with the wimminz who works in the power company billing dept, and that old standby, clearly her pet niggerz was not obeying orders correctly and continued to turn on the wrong things.

And so as I explain to these men who contact me about wimminz who suddenly and without warning go from dripping wet cunt to ignoring you, it isn’t you that is the problem, it isn’t anything you have or have not done, it isn’t even anything you could influence if you chose to, all that has happened is that the wimminz in question had some fantasy castle in the sky going on about your cock, and now she doesn’t, perhaps all it took was for her cat to get ill, one of her rugrats to puke on the floor, or some other poor unfortunate who failed to realise that Princess Precious was going to the mall that day and wanted to park in her favourite parking spot…..

Your male obsession with actual FACTS will just fuck you up.

Let’s take my actual factual recorded electrical consumption figures from 2008 above, lets take the standby consumption of everything in the Living room of 23 Watts… and by the way for the average house in 2011 this ia a remarkably LOW figure, what with TV, Satellite, DVR, Stereo, 3 or 4 wall warts permanently plugged in for when you want to charge smartphones etc.

As far as cupcake is concerned your manly Mig Welder is the culprit (aside from the inconvenient fact that it saved the household enough money to pay for itself by fixing the gates) and the fact that is uses 3kW just proves that fact….

In reality the hobby mig welder is probably powered up for 36 hours a year, consuming 200 watts, and striking an arc for 1 hour a year, consuming 3000 watts, so we have (36 x 200) + (1 x 3000) = 10.2 kWh consumed per year.
Spread evenly over an entire year this averages to about 1 watt.

The 23 watt standby load in the living room, so cupcake can watch QVC and charge her phone and laptop to play farmville and flirt with other men will consume the same amount of power in just 18 days of solid standby mode alone, far far less when powered up.

So what is going on, since it is patently obvious that the wimminz fantasy castle in the sky does nothing else quite so well as fail miserably at modelling everyday reality? Why cling to something that is not merely crap, but the most crap solution it is possible to find?

Well when you have eliminated everything else, you have to accept what is left, no matter how freaky it is.

The freaky but only remaining possible answer is that it does not matter whether it is the your cock makes my cunt wet fantasy castle in the sky, or the your welder uses all the power fantasy castle in the sky, the purpose is not to model reality, since it does this worse than any other tool.

If the purpose of this fantasy castle in the sky is not to model reality, then we need to discover its true purpose, and that must be a purpose that more than outweighs the fact that as far as reality goes, it is the worst fucking model you could have found, the most impractical model you could have found, and the most likely to cause future problems model you could have found.

That purpose is that the fantasy castle in the sky model makes wimminz feel the way they want to feel, on a moment by moment basis, and the way they want to feel is not even remotely related to or connected to or tied to the reality of who and what they are.

If the wimminz wants to feel like her cunt is the most glorious thing in the universe and your cock would do anything to get in there then the wimminz will have a wet cunt, ten minutes later she will move on to something else and it is like the wet cunt never happened…. wimminz compartmentalise their lives like this, like a series of still cartoons in a comic book, and if you look closely and ignore the fantasy castle speech bubbles the content of each cartoon cell / image is different to the last, with few if any common features except perhaps the main character, the wimminz herself, and as always the story the cartoon tells only makes any sense if you first suspend all rational disbelief and believe in the main character, the wimminz herself.

Note also that the main character of these fantasy castles in the sky cartoons gains precisely nothing from believing in you, or caring for you, what you think, what you feel, what you need, on the contrary, it costs her time she could be using living in cloud cuckoo land.

Getting back to the couple who started this, this is why the wimminz was angry at her pet house niggerz, his role is as a walk on walk off bit part in her cartoon fantasy life, and anything that doesn’t stay in character for his part pisses the wimminz off.

Getting back to the men who message me about wimminz who go from wet cunts to ignoring them, this is why you do not spend one more second on them asking what the fuck happened, it is out of character for your walk on walk off bit part in the wimminz cartoon life, and so it will piss the wimminz off. lose-lose.

What you do is what I do, paint your own cartoon fantasy and allow the wimminz to see themselves cast as a walk on walk off bit parts in your fantasy life, bit parts that appeal to them and coincide with their own castles in the sky, and since we are playing the numbers game, only ever pay any attention to those who self select themselves for a walk on walk off role at your direction.

This is, after all, the world we have created for ourselves prior to the economic collapse, a world of self centred and selfish and isolated individuals all each living their own little fantasy lives, and yesterday’s cartoon is so much kitty litter lining… and tomorrow’s has yet to be written.

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October 1, 2011

I got a girl she lives on a hill…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:45 pm

…she won’t do it but her sister will… (ZZ Top)

I have had to delay writing about this, because if I did it too quick the skank in question might have found this article and put two and two together and made twenty-two.

Basically there was this skank ho on the production line that moved up to meet in the flesh and pound that pussy status.

She only just made it on to the production line because I discovered in early discussions that her career was basically wimminz support, but she had had a career change and gone into real estate (lol) and the fact is she was unusually horny and dirty.

However, having been once bitten I made sure that my usual IM / SMS / MMS / email archives were particularly detailed and explicit, and left her on the production line and as said above moved her to actual cum bucket status.

Now, as my regular readers will know, when it comes to the wimminz I market my self as a dominant man, particularly sexually, so what I am looking for is basically a subservient and obedient slut.

No shortage of them, but as a solid rule of thumb, when exploring this with the wimminz and asking them what their “limits” are sexually, 99% of the time you get a stock answer, and that stock answer is “won’t do shit or animals or kids” and then you flesh out the details of what they will do or have done, but as I say, you get the stock answer 99+% of the time.

Except for this chick, who made a career out of working for wimminz causes, and has done the fucking lot, battered wives, abandoned mums, oppressed wimminz in the workplace, you name it.

Her response was “I have no limits”

Which was interesting, not because I have always wanted a skank ho who will do 2 girls 1 cup (google it) with a child and a donkey, but because the lack of the stock answer was in conjunction with the fact that for a wimminz she was actually quite intelligent and intellectual, so I am left wondering if it is the case that she felt no need to roll out the stock answer because it should not need saying as a self-evident truth, or because she genuinely had no limits.

I will confess, at this point had she not had her history of working in wimminz causes, I would have simply blocked her as being potentially too fucking dangerous to have any contact with, but she did have this history of working in wimminz causes, and so I was fascinated.

So we met, and became regular fuckbuddies for nearly two weeks.  Yes, she was damn good, a definite 9.9 when it came to sex and a reasonable 6.5 in the looks department, considering her age (mid 30’s)

Basically I never felt any need to discover if she would fuck children and animals or wallow in shit, because her “thing”, her kink, her desires all were centred very strongly indeed on all the things that anyone working in wimminz causes should abhor…. to make her cum multiple orgasms and piss herself, all I had to do was grab her hair or throat, hard, and fist her, hard and fast, and I mean basically punching my fist in and out of her cunt like a piston… do that once and the gratitude she showed, and the willingness she showed on the promise of doing it again, meant that she was not merely willing, but eager to get as down and dirty as you like, the bitch would get on her knees and beg for permission to lick my asshole inside and out, as preparation for some hard, balls deep, throat fucking, while ignoring her need to gag or breathe.

Show the slightest amount of consideration or care or gentle caress and she got seriously upset, never put your hand on her head or caress her head when she was trying to get my cock down to her stomach, always always grab a fistful of hair, and make sure the hair was in tension, and using that grip ram her head up and down on my cock.

Without turning this into a blow by blow graphic sex story, you get the idea, the exact opposite of what you might assume a skank ho working in wimminz causes would be doing.

By the end of week two I had pretty much worked out what her gig was, and ended it by telling her that her that the fact she had two kids in school crimped my style and fucking hours / days too much, and quit quickly before she had an opportunity to consider dumping her rugrats for this bad boy…

Her gig was, she spent her career working in wimminz causes because listening to lying psycho skank ho’s tell her stories about being beaten and abused and raped by the tooth fairy made this chick’s cunt wet, it was erotic live pornography to her.

I have long suspected, particularly so after my own up close and personal introduction to these people following my psycho skank ho ex’s FRA as integral part of a separation and child custody battle, that this is what makes a lot of the cunts tick.

However, this chick was the first one that was even remotely fuckable herself, and also the first one I met in any circumstances that could have the “dating” label applied, so you see, while going large on covering my ass, I had to know.

Surmising something, and feeling its cunt muscles clench around your fist as actual indubitable physical proof of the subconscious processes at large, are two very very different things.

Before this skank I was most definitely in the AWALT and all wimminz are filthy lying ho’s, no exceptions, camp, but afterwards it was much more visceral.

Before I had first hand knowledge of living with a fucking a skank ho who later made an FRA against me, but that was only one part of the equation… the part of the equation that really had the potential to destroy my life was the part populated by all the rape squad wimminz police, the wimminz child welfare workers, the wimminz court workers, the wimminz court shrink, the mangina niggerz judge, and so on, and that part I had no experience of, outside of those “professional” encounters.

Now having biblical knowledge of at least one of the other side of that equation, suddenly an awful lot of what was going on made an awful lot of sense…. it isn’t just the case that these cunts get very well paid for fucking up men’s and children’s lives, and it turns out that for at least some of them, sticking the knife into men was not another one of their motivations, for at least some of them, their motivations are being very well paid, while getting their cunts dripping wet listening to what to them is pornography.

Should this be the case for more than this one wimminz who worked in the wimminz causes industry, then 100% of everything said in the manosphere about these cunts is not just wrong, not just dangerously wrong, but actually counter-productive.

If even 5% of these cunts work in these industries for their own personal sexual titillation, then we need a totally different approach.

Perhaps a leaf taken out of the book dealing with the stereotypical predatory paedophile in a position of authority who grooms and manipulates and controls the situation, exploiting others, for their own sexual gratification.

Perhaps, these cunts working in these industries are, according to the new expanded wimminz definition of the word, rapists, as an intrinsic part of their job, simply by being rape squad officers, child welfare workers, secret family court workers, lawyers and judges.

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September 26, 2011

Hard Tack

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:45 pm

Over at The Spearhead Bill is off to another country to see his kids. That is his decision and I make no comment on that.

Back here in blighty I just got questioned again about me and my kids, this time by a guy with one kid, a boy, with a psycho skank ho.

For the purposes of this discussion I’m therefore going to talk as though there are only three individuals involved, which is almost never the case, me, the skank ho ex, and one boy child.

By the way, hard tack was a form of biscuit that was issued and eaten by the old sailing ship english royal navy, and you eat it when there was nothing left but that and salted pork, traditionally you rapped it hard on the table to knock the weevils out.

The analogy here is you eat hard tack when there is a choice between that and sweet fuck all.

The fact is that once the secret family courts get involved you have as much real power in your former family and former son’s life as the proverbial tramp wandering past the traditional family home, exactly zero authority and anything you do get will only be granted if you prostrate yourself, accept the blame for shit that either you did not do or never happened, and panhandle like the aforesaid tramp.

This is what slave owners used to do to buck niggers, kick the living shit out of them in front of their wives and children and the rest of the community, to break them to the authority of the slave owner.

There is no way to participate in this without being seen by your son as the beaten and broken nigger slave.

While I will respect people like Bill above who decide to put up with this shit “for the kids”, this is the essential difference between us, when it came to that particular fork in the road he chose one way, for the kids, and I chose the other, for the kids.

It isn’t an easy decision to make, it is literally fucking agonising, and whatever choice you make you are stuck with for anything up to 16 years, and having gone through the choice there is no way I will either criticise or think less of men like Bill for making the other choice than I did. Either way, we have both passed that particular fork in the road and there is no going back now.

What this piece is about is those of you for whom that fork in the road is ahead of you, or upon you.

That shit ahead, that breaking of the nigger slave, that is the offer of the plea bargain sexual assault six months easy time, versus 20 years hard time, to the man falsely accused of rape, and seeing as I was falsely accused of rape by my ex as part and parcel of the whole child custody / separation shit, I am in a fucking position to know how both feel, and how they feel relative to each other.

They are not just equally hard and equally painful and difficult decisions, where the enemy depend upon the man doing what is wrong and endorsing that shit, for the sake of the children, but they are exactly analagous.

Just as the plea bargain is the threat of something awful  as punishment for something you didn’t do, but here is an easier alternative, lie and say you did some other lesser awful thing and have a lesser punishment, and in doing so endorse the entire process as being just, while throwing away your own ability to ever claim your total innocence….

The secret family court is the threat of something awful for something you didn’t do, but here is an easier alternative, just say “Yes Massa, No Massa, Three bags full Massa” and in doing so endorse the entire process as being just, while throwing away your own future ability to ever claim your total lack of complicity in the corruption…

Both of these choices are a bit like the joke about Irish road directions, if I was going there I wouldn’t start from here, but here is where we find ourselves, in a world of pain, with a choice to make and the only two options available are losing options.

So back to the guy I was talking to, and me in his place with myself, my skank ho and and my son, what to do?

None of you need me to itemise the arguments to go and submit to the beating in the family courts and be the broken niggerz for the wimminz, so these are the bullet points for not submitting to the beating;

  1. Your kids never ever see their dad take it up the ass like a good wimminz houseboy niggerz.
  2. You aren’t endorsing and legitimising and sanctioning every fucking parasite in the system, from judges through lawyers through child welfare and social workers all the way down.
  3. Your kids can never ever be shown physical proof that dad took it up the ass like a bitch x years in the past.
  4. You have already lost all authority and rights over them, you are never going to get the “kids growing up under my wing” thing… all that is on offer is smoke and mirrors bait and switch, and will actively harm your children.
  5. You have already lost all authority and rights over them, this is just about convincing you to keep picking up the ongoing and never ending bills.
  6. Your children’s future does not matter a fuck to anyone involved, least of all skank ho mummy, your only possible role in their future lives is to be whipping boy, scapegoat and cause of everything bad. This point alone in my mind negates the whole “for the kids” argument in totality.
  7. You PERMANENTLY and IRREVOCABLY debase your own status as a Man, the value of your Word, and the value of your Approval, in effect you render yourself debased down to the level of these filth, and thus unable to ever say to your kids in the future, “look to my example my son.“
  8. Your kids will probably live on average 70+ years, so 55+ years as adults, away from skank ho mummy and the courts and parasites, and at this point you can simply walk up to them on their 16th birthday and say “Happy Birthday Son” and hand him a copy of every last piece of paper and letter in the court case, and let them make their own mind up, this is entering the period of their life when they will be having their own kids, so think very fucking carefully about what example you set, especially if you hope to one day see your own fucking grandchildren.
  9. Arguably it is as young adults that kids need their dad the most to guide them, at least my way they will have a dad who they can respect enough to fucking listen to, and to go to for help and advice.
  10. Children are fucking resilient. It is amazing what they can endure.
  11. Wimminz are fucking psycho skank ho’s, their main agenda is to win, by walking away you take away their ability to fight you constantly, and arguably this will make your kids lives a lot better.
  12. By walking away you can have a good life, freed from the chains of being the beaten and broken niggerz, you will live longer and happier and this is itself the best revenge you can have on the psycho skank ho ex.
  13. By walking away and being a man you become very attractive sexually to the other wimminz on the planet,
    my own case involved 9 separate (some more than one day) court hearings, and at seven of those I turned up with a younger and hotter woman on my arm, five different younger and hotter skank ho’s, and remember I was accused of raping my skank ho ex and her skank ho adult daughter and wanting to fuck my own kids up the ass, so this doesn’t just rub it in the skank ho ex’s face, it rubs it in the wimminz and mangina niggerz judge, lawyers, child welfare types, the fucking lot… here is a man who is still sexually attractive to wimminz, and nothing we can do to him hurts him or makes him less sexually attractive to the wimminz, in fact you can see them all wondering if the bad boy reputation as a thug, and wife beater, and wife and her daughter raper, created by these false accusations has actually made him even more attractive to wimminz… and that really, really, really burns their piss.
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Wimminz tips, checklist on how to get a man.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:16 am

This post follows a rather frank discussion with one of the more intelligent, but still fucked up, wimminz on the internet dating production line…. basically she tried to exit with the usual bullshit, and got it thrown back in her face, instead of crying she just looked at me stone cold and said “OK, tell me what men really want in a woman“… so I did.

Then she cried, because she pissed away that currency years ago.

  1. Everything you have ever done at any time in the past sexually better be on the table now as an absolute fucking MINIMUM, any other option is like saying I am not worth as much as them, in which case go fuck off back to them. I may not want to do all that shit with your skank ho ass, but it sure as fuck better be on the table and on offer, gratis.
  2. Every single word that comes out of your mouth today better be a word you stand by for the remainder of your life, no moving the goalposts, ever.
  3. Keep your fucking feelings to yourself, and keeping your fucking feelings to yourself means not acting on them and then using them as an excuse to break rule #2 above. “I don’t think you are what I am looking for / I am what you are looking for” etc, if men wanted to know what you think we will fucking ask you, assuming we want the mutable “opinion” of a spoiled child in the first fucking place.
  4. Shave your cunt and wash your body and all your holes (douche, bitches) so that they are always fresh and clean, this applies to your fucking bedclothes and pillows etc too…. fresh and clean does not mean smelling of deoderant or your cats, soap and fucking water is enough.
  5. If you are over 35 your cunt will be starting to dry up, this is not my problem, it is yours, so buy a bottle of a suitable lubricant such as Liquid Silk (no, no KY Jelly or Astroglide) and keep it by the bed.
  6. No, I will not ever lick your mangy cunt, not even if you stuff it full of strawberries and smear it with cream right after washing it, if you want your cunt licked smear some butter on it and get a dog.
  7. Learn how to deep throat, practice with a dildo or a banana, you can stop the gag reflex simply by breathing through your nose, you still cannot class deep throat ability as being able to give a good blow job.
  8. Good blow jobs, I have fucked hundreds of wimminz, and I can literally count on my fingers the number who could give a decent blow job, and I can literally count on my fingers the number who did give blowjobs, (98% of them) who did not falsely claim they gave good blowjobs…. giving a good blow job is easy, use your mouth to simulate a cunt, that means no hands, no teeth, no talk, no emulating a vacuum cleaner, no emulating a tyre inflator, no spitting, no tissues, not gagging and wait a minute till I stop coughing / get my breath back.
  9. Lose fucking weight, yes you, you fat cunt, 10 stone / 140 lbs / 64 kg is top whack no matter what your height is.
  10. Do not EVER, EVER, EVER tar me with the same brush you just used to tell me what a cunt your ex was, I do not give a fuck what happened to you, or what you claim happened to you, because I don’t believe any of your fucking stories anyway.
  11. Do not EVER tell me “My kids come first” because if they did you would still be with their father you useless skank ho cunt.
  12. Do not EVER tell feminist jokes in front of me, like about man flu or when god made men she was only joking or women can multitask, do not EVER suggest we watch some limp dick wimminz film together, do not EVER suggest we listen to some George Michael or Gary Barlow or whoever the fuck is flavour of the week, do not EVER tell me George Clooney is hot and makes your cunt drip… you are with ME, you will pay me the requisite amount of respect and attention or you will no longer be with me, comprendez?
  13. Tidy your fucking house, if you don’t you stand zero chance of me ever going back there after the first visit/fuck. All you stupid skanks who post pictures of yourself on dating sites with piles of laundry, cluttered kitchen worktops and assorted crap everywhere in the background won’t even get a first fuck.
  14. Wake me up with a blowjob, every day, without fail.
  15. Learn how I like my coffee, pay attention the first time you are told, it isn’t that complex, eg “white and sweet and strong” and never have to be told again, consider it one of those little ways of showing me you give a fuck.
  16. Do not ever expect me to open a fucking door, carry a fucking parcel, or pick up a fucking bill.
  17. Learn how to cook and feed me… not on demand, have the shit there and offer regularly, also make sure you have my favourite brand of beer in the fridge.
  18. If I am staying the night wash and dry my smalls (socks and underwear) overnight so I have fresh to put on in the morning, like items #13 onwards these things all go towards your ability to to make a man feel at home and comfortable.
  19. Never ever ever be even one minute late, be fifteen minutes early if necessary and wait. It shows you give a fuck.
  20. Do not ever answer your mobile phone or check your messages, that shit can wait. If you want something to do with your hands massage my shoulders and back.             …and finally, perhaps the most important one of all.
  21. SHUT THE FUCK UP. You do not have to talk.
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