Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

I’ve said it many a time, when I was 15, the age of 40 seemed an unimaginably distant stretch into the future, and at no point was I ever imbued with any notable instincts to preserve myself for future long term health etc.

At times I have indulged drink and drugs to considerable excess, for sustained periods, at no time have I ever adopted any kind of healthy eating, healthy diet, or health or exercise gig of any kind… I also detested and avoided any kind of sport, especially at school.

Irrespective of how well or badly I am doing now, and I can’t be doing that bad, when I have a Monday to Friday 9 to 5:30 day job, and I am out back in the workshop most evenings until gone 10 or 11, and all day Saturdays, back when I was a mouldy young late teen or mid twenties young lad, I was a lot better than I am now.

So, imagine my WHAT-THE-FUCK…

See, there’s this young girl, and by young I mean early to mid twenties, she’s 24/25, and she has a mouthful of bad teeth, I mean, seriously so, apparently she hasn’t ever done much in the way of drink or drugs, it’s largely a diet of Coke, the soda drink… she reckons.

Now me, between the booze and the speed and physical damage via impact, I can’t say I had a great set of gnashers by the time I was 40, I certainly didn’t have a complete set, I’d had about 5 or 6 molars out that got broken up, and many of the rest were frankly the worse for wear, so I said fuck it and had the fucking lot extracted, and got a complete upper and lower denture, not for me implants or any of that shit… best thing I ever did.. apart from get glasses instead of laser surgery.

However, I was in my forties when I did this, and on the day I went in, my teeth looked ten times better than this skanks;, and she is at least twenty years younger than I was then.

Nor does it end there.

Her podgy fat body tells the same tale, and I haven’t seen her naked much less fucked her, but I suspect it would be even worse naked, with the smelly cunt and ass syndrome of all fat bitches everywhere, because they can’t reach to wipe properly, and because the flesh is always touching and sweaty and never exposed to the fresh air, unless she is on her back legs apart, just in case you need somewhere to park the bagger.

What I am talking about here is an across the board sort of decrepit and decline and decay, but to find it in one so young, you’d think they’d been mainlining ebola and krokodil since they were sixteen, I mean, how the fuck else do you fuck up a human body so fast?

It’s not like the basic human DNA in this region can have drifted so far in two generations, so, something the fuck is going on here.

To be sure, there are plenty of twenty-somethings walking around here I’d fuck shitless in a heartbeat, university town after all, but, there are also vast numbers like the skank in question.

It’s not just their flesh that has decomposed either, their brains are the same way, yeah, my smile may well be artificial, but it’s presentable and clean and healthy, ditto my artificially enhanced spectacled eyes, apart from that, going more than a bit thin on top and bits of grey appearing, but, fuck it man, mid fifties, I ain’t complaining.

But no, not that I fancy the skank, sure, if it’s for free I’ll empty my balls into it doggy style, but that ain’t saying much, but she assumes that because I’m talking to her I’m trying to chat her up and fuck her, and the thing is, she don’t fancy me, like I is a mingin’ old fart innit grandpa, who’d wanna fuk u? Not her…

WHAT-THE-FUCK….

And they all like “bad boys”, but when they are talking about bad boys all I can see are assholes and parasites, couple of years ago this subject came up in a pub, guy I’d knows since forever was there, some knob says some shit about skinny fuckers like you (he’s looking at me) getting pushed around by aggressive types in the workplace, the asshole manager from hell thang, guy I’d known forever snorts beer out through his nose, has coughing fit, poked this guy in the throat, jabs a thumb towards me and says “Have you any fucking idea how many times this cunt has been arrested, and never made it to court because they couldn’t pin it on him?”

Knob looks all blank, looks at me, looks at guy I’ve known forever.

Guy I’ve known forever adds, “.. and it wasn’t all for littering either, plenty of very heavy shit in there”

And I remembered that incident talking to this girl, see, the reason I was talking was because the po-po were a few doors down, mob handed as usual, so she couldn’t go there, it was where her mate lived, so we were talking, and she tells me about her experiences with the po-po, and she’s had many, living with so called bad boys who are good for a bit of house burglary and driving without documents and that’s about it.

And I remembered it because these young cunts, they talk to da man, even when they claim they ain’t saying nuffink, they’re talking, and imparting in fo mashun…

Back in our day, it was give your name and address, cos the bastards had to have something to put on the files or they’d hang on to you, and you prolly had something on you with a name anyway, and ask for a brief (lawyer) and shut the fuck up… and I mean shut the fuck up, not saying “I’m not saying nuffink mate”, I mean keeping it fucking zipped.

They voluntarily go to social services, probation, social security, facebook, and impart information, for NOTHING in return, and when you try to tell the cunts that no good can POSSIBLY come from talking to da man…. they just look at you, and say yeah, I can see your point, and then carry on doing it.

See, even the young ones whose bodies haven’t fallen apart by the time they hit the end of puberty, the fucking minds have, so you can’t even harbour any illusions of sexual allure, because the rancid little cunts have opened their mouths and destroyed any illusion of intellect.

I was about to type “I have had fucking dogs that were smarter than these cunts”.. but on reflection, I have never had a dog as dumb as these cunts, and that’s not the same thing at all.

Is it processed foods like Coke, is it the pill, is it pthalates, is it feminazism, I don’t have a fucking clue… what I do know is that the moment you move beyond a pornographic still picture, almost everything is a boner killer, I rode a harley in the eighties because everything else was less, as the saying went… I don’t ride young skanks now (not that I’m turning down offers every week mind ewe) because everything else is more… and that is soooooooo fucked up.

What really fucks me with the young ones now is they hate my ass, and think I am bigging up myself long past the point of being totally full of crap, the reality is, there isn’t a single thing that they can utter, that I have not forgotten more about than they will ever know, so, too bad if I come across as a smartass who thinks he knows everything and who corrects everything you say, and too bad if it pisses you off.

I’ll look at you, skanky 24/25 year old that you are, and think to myself, maybe if she had all her teeth out and didn’t get dentures I’d let her suck my cock, but no way I’m putting my cock in that mouth with all those broken and decaying stumps, I’ll be up the sex clinic asking for some parrots-eat-em-all to cure the plaque on my bell end.

So, skanky little bitch, you can stand outside with nowhere to go and watch the po-po raiding your mate’s house, I’m off inside to make some fun stuff with my fucking laser, oh yeah, I have my own fucking pad, that I pay rent for, that I earn, full of shit that I paid for, including coffee and shit, and the fact is I could add your decayed ass to my household and feed and clothe and shelter you, in return for getting my balls drained and suchlike on a daily basis… with the emphasis on fucking COULD motherfucker, and frankly I don’t give a fuck you don’t think it’s a good offer cos it’s from some mingin’ old grandpa, it wasn’t a fucking offer, not to you, it’s a fucking ABILITY.

Ability, that shit that keeps decline at bay…

It’s 3 am and I have a working day tomorrow, up with a cold and cough, so having a coffee and a smoke before trying for 3 hours sleep, so this will be a shortie.

I wish I could give you all sorts of reasons like research, or because of a bet, or something, but the fact is there was nothing like that, it just happened.

“it” being me chatting to a skanky 20 something whose mum lives a couple of doors down, and this skank, and her mates, are bottom of the barrel gutter material, but, it was clear from the outset they had it in mind to play along with the old man (me) and wind the old cunt up, ok, I’m feeling like shit with the onset of the cold anyway, so what followed was two days of them trying to troll me, while me trying not to let on that there isn’t even 0.01% chance of me actually wanting to fuck either of them… or being taken for a ride / mug…

I’ll omit the gutter tales of boyfriends in prison, kids taken away by social services, STD and drink and drugs, unfit bodies, missing teeth, and so on.

What it is, is this… talk to either one alone, and you could have some sort of conversation, and one in particular told me a lot about herself, and I don’t think what she told me was too wide of the mark.

As soon as they were together, it was like being trapped in a classroom full of 6 year old with special needs.

What I am saying is, together its lets wind the old cunt up week, alone, well, who know, maybe they were still playing the wind up / prick tease (forget desirability, this is about them and their actions and motives) or maybe some of the inner yeah I’d go for that was coming out.

And the purpose of this post, it’s been so long since I have had any action other than swinging / fucking sites, that I had forgotten all about the social side of shit, I’d forgotten about chatting up wimminz, and so I’d forgotten something that these two skanks forcefully reminded me of.

So yeah, we are all playing fucking games with each other, but this remembered thing was a 16 incher droning in from over the horizon to blow up in your front yard.

The chick alone, you may get to fuck her, because she is bored, and fucking you is less boring than not fucking you.

The chicks together, that’s a whole ‘nother kind of bored, it’s special needs room temperature IQ beavis and butthead “break thtuff” bored, and it’s malicious and malevolent.

There is nothing on this planet more inane and worthless that young skank gutter ho’s, all insulated from the realities of life by the welfare state, if you wanted to fuck up ISIS just round the skanks up and ship them over there by the tens of thousands.

It’s not the STD’s or lack of morals or anything else that would fuck up ISIS, so much as the sudden drop in mean IQ (and corresponding rise back here) to the point where nobody could tip piss out of a boot with the instructions written on the sole.

I’m not even going to pay 2 pennies to fuck you, because I know you don’t have change, and I don’t want to fuck you twice.

I’m coming to an unpleasant conclusion, I’m an indolent motherfucker, or rather, I have been.

Not that I was ever a firebrand, but there was always a ok, I decided to do this, let’s get the fucker done, in between chilled periods. That’s just my personality in general.

No, what I mean is, with the benefit of 20/20 hindsight, the advent of the psycho skank ho ex FRA took the wind outta my sails, spend a year waiting for po-po to decide there is nothing worth pursuing in any of her fantasies and allegations and accusations, spend another two years slamming your head against the misandry (oh look, the spell checker hasn’t heard of the word misandry, it knows misogyny though…)  and incompetence and corruption in the secret family court system then yes,  you’re damn entitled to chill the fuck out afterwards.

It’s the NEXT five years that’s the kicker, and with the benefit of 20/20 hindsight, I got slack to the point of laziness, and no I am not talking about why should I bust my ass for da man, I’m talking about not doing shit for yourself in your own interests that you could be doing.

Pushing the boat out and buying this laser has been the best thing I’ve done for a while, even if it never makes me a profit, because it has triggered that change in me.. what I euphemistically called the workshop was in reality a dumping ground where lots of tools and things and projects went to be stored, and have the door closed on them… the “workshop” would have been better called “Sunny Acres Retirement Home” where all of AfOR’s shit and projects and hopes and dreams went away to die quietly of neglect.

Now, well, some / many / all of them may still die, but at least I’m fucking OUT THERE now, hell I have thrown a ton of shit away to make space, and literally moved everything else myself, including the lathe and mill which were the two heaviest lumps, and yes I got stiffness and twinges in my lower back, and even they are telling me its because I’ve been a lazy no exercise cunt for too long.

It ain’t done yet, but at least when it is I wont feel like apologising to everyone who sees the fucking place, and doing nothing to make the apology no longer necessary.

And I think, well, I think 90% of this impetus comes from one simple fact, in the scale of my life and my finances/savings (which it basically wiped out) and so on, this was a relatively big gamble.

I’ve basically wiped myself out to buy a cool toy with what I think has money earning potential, of course that and a business plan and a dollar will buy you a coffee, but that’s it, you kinda have to get off your ass and actually start making some serious efforts, which is the difference between betting the price of a coffee and betting all your spare cash, as it stands if I just sit around and make minimal efforts with the new toy and expect shit to come to me, then it’s going to be at least six lean months before I don’t have to think about every ten or twenty I take out of my wallet, can I afford this.

Up until last week I had a nice fat wad that I had built up since my last reset to zero insulating me from pretty much everything transient, and that shit makes you chilled, but it also makes you complacent.

Betting the wad like this makes you hungry, and pro-active, and active, and on the hunt, and I *like* it.

I feel more alive.

I’m not suggesting that I, or you, should have done this years ago, sooner after my FRA etc, the time has to be right and I guess it wasn’t back then, but there must have been an element of the hungry predator still in me, biding its time while circumstances changed, and now I have bitten the bullet and we shall see what we shall see.

And that is the purpose of this post, find that hungry predator inside you, and make sure it is still there, still alive, still hungry, and not farmed off to Sunny Acres Retirement Home.

I seem to be short of time to do everything, actually I am not fully utilising the time I have, but that’s me, I’m not killing myself for no fucker, not even myself..lol

It’s the old gig, you gotta do enough to make a difference, but not so much you diminish returns, and you do it all in the dark, a hostage to fortune and the future.

Buying a fucking laser is the easy bit, website to set up, samples to design and make, photos to be taken and edited, videos to be taken and edited, all while planning all aspects of everything, shipping materials how do customers upload files yadda yadda yadda, meanwhile I  got the workshop to finish rearranging and sorting, and the day job, and a fucking life to live, mundane shit like making sure there is coffee and toilet roll in the cupboards, and financially I back to zero, wiped out, but hey ho, live is for living and if you don’t gamble… still it’s better than leasing or buying on HP, and pay-day for the day job is the end of this week, and no fucker pointed a gun at my head, this was MY choice.

Then I read a story over at MGTOW posted by Frozen Yak, some cunt who lost his job and had his wife leave him, so he queues up for 44 hours to buy the skank an iphone 6 in hopes it will make her happy and him less beta, or something… WTF..

Perspective motherfucker, ya gotta keep it, I’m doing OK, if a little ragged at the edges, if a little short of time to post anything here.

I figure life is like riding or driving down the blacktop, when it comes to things like overtaking the cunts in front of you, you got to commit to the fucking mean-eouver (sic – it is the way I drive..lol) , y’all can’t be fucking around death by committee I’ll pass the bastards by going 2.47 mph faster, because you got less lateral freedom of movement when overtaking, so it’s a time of raised danger and vulnerability, so the idea is to shorten that time, take command and slam that maneouver.

None of which stops some other bird brained fucker taking you out, just like life, so me doing this shit (the laser stuff) this way, I’m with old Trotsky, sorta, the workers only control the means of production if they control the machinery of production as well as their own labour, and if it’s borrowed or hired or leased or bought on the drip you don’t control shit.

I figure my customer base isn’t going to include queued for an iphone man, a little but of small business to business stuff, and a little bit of single guys with their own discretionary income taking a look at some of that shit and thinking yeah, gimme summa dat bro.

So I’m talking to a mate, he wants me to do him a smallish edge lit acrylic sign for his business, he decides this 15 seconds after seeing some sample work, we haven’t even discussed price, he knows I’ll do good work and it costs what it costs, and it won’t be steep.

So he says I should do some for the web shop, not just what sign do you want bro, but make some ready made to sell, I say yeah, have to be fuckin’ Star Wars crap with a big Darth, he’s grinning, cos he knows I hate that shit, but I like money Forrest, so because I’m sat here tonight NOT trying to do ten things at once, it comes to me, a big (I’m thinking 450 mm wide by 600 mm high) programmable colour changing EGB LED edge lit El Che.

Fuck yeah, I’ll sell at least one, to me…lol

I’m thinking shit like acrylic loudspeaker enclosures, (custom PC cases were the initial impetus for buying the thing) just supply the plans man and I’ll cut it, hey, time will tell…. lol

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The Brighton train, it goes real soon
My Brighton belle is in her room
It’s burning up time, burning up time

I wanna burn up while I’m having good times
Don’t wanna burn up with other people’s bad times
Like a meteor, like to meet her

The weekend’s here
The Finchley boys are gonna make a lot of noise
It’s burning up time

You either love or you despise
There’s just no time for compromise
The days have gotta move real fast
We know that nothing’s gonna last

It’s one of those things, as I was saying to a mate who is starting his own business, you got to shit or get off the pot.

So I’ve bought a laser, it’s not a desktop model, it weighs half a ton, so it’s at the bottom end of the industrial scale of things, and I go and collect it in a few days.

Being brutally and scientifically honest, at this point *everything* else is pure speculation, and there’s the rub, and the basis for this post.

Yes, I’d like to earn good money with it, I’d like to grow it into a good business, I’d like to think that as a business it is viable and fulfils a niche and can provide good service to potential customers, I’d like all kinds of things, but, that’s all crystal ball gazing, that and a buck will buy you a coffee.

Yes, it’s a big lump, getting on for the size of a very compact car, and expensive enough to purchase a very good low mileage used car, or a small new one, but that is another tale all by itself.

Could I have bought something smaller / lighter / cheaper, hell yes, but those things would have been less capable, both in terms of the maximum size of material, and maximum thickness of material, and indeed overall ability, so yes, I could play “safe” and buy something smaller and lesser, but would that have been a small initial step on the path, not too painful if it all end up with a big fat nothing, or, would the small size and capacity and ability itself being the undoing of it, there is a difference between a small step, and a step too small to have a chance.

There is also the thing, I could have spent the same money on a car, and said ok, here is my private hire / taxi business, at least if that business doesn’t work, selling a car is relatively easy…. there are a lot of potential buyers out there.

There is also the question of financing, I’m literally wiping out all my savings to do this, and will still have three fairly significant monthly payments (significant = more than rent on my man cave) payments to make, but come January 2015 I will own it outright, no payments or debt to service, again, is this a good and sensible thing as opposed to going to the bank and financing it over 5 years, it’s a moot point, because the reality on the ground is not so much that I chose to finance it this way, so much as this is the only avenue open to me.

See, that there is another slice of life, you’d sit there and think about setting up a business, and looking at all the different ways you can in theory finance it, but the reality is going to be closer to my situation, you are going to have one way and one way only, if you are lucky, so you better pray it is a good way…

Wiping out all my savings and living on thin air for three months while I clear the balance is a good way, because come January 2015, there isn’t a big empty financial bucket that I have to fill up with sales every months to repay financing before I make dollar one for myself… the way I’m doing it will be tough, very tough, but it’s not for long, which means it is not for long to temp fate for some other shit to come along and screw things up.

There’s the other thing, what are my savings doing for me now, sure, they give me the ability to buy this thing, or a motorsickle, or pay my rent and so on for a few months, but that is all theory, in practice that money is sat there doing nothing, in theory it could all be devalued tomorrow or sequestered by the state or wiped out by a failing bank or stock market crash.

If you add in the whole question of possible future earnings from this thing, and how the various possible future paths for the economy affect that, and so on and so forth, you get that oh-god-my-head-is-full-of-cotton-wool feeling I have talked about before, that feeling that is your brain telling you that you know you cannot work this out in your head.

You either take the chance, or you don’t. Suck it and see.

So come say March 2015 I’ll be sat here not saying anything, because it all went horribly wrong and an internet connection is a luxury I cannot afford, or I’ll be sat here with a wondrous machine that is getting zero fucking commercial use, so much for that brilliant idea smartass, or I’ll be sat here saying well, that all went a lot better than I expected, wish I had bought one of the bastards 12 months earlier.

Hostage to fortune time, you bet.

I’m trying to better myself, I’m trying to improve my lot, I’m trying to do it as safely as I can, while not doing it so safely that it severely limits my chances of success.

I may well fall flat on my fucking face.

Sure, I could have left the money in the bank, or bought another motor-sickle, or spent it on whores, or whatever, but, I’ve always been interested in lasers, and, you know, I just know I would always be wondering…. what if….

There is also the observation, only a single man could even consider doing this, spend x replacing every stick of furniture in the house and new white goods in the kitchen, or spend x on a big boy’s toy that sits out back in the workshop…. oh yes… grins..

I dunno, time will tell, I have made myself a hostage to fortune and my humiliation or otherwise will be public enough… who knows, I may start selling edge illuminated acrylic Achtung Herren signs… lol