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August 29, 2013

Ya got to have fucking intuition mate…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:09 pm

Further to a chat with a mate about a recent skank ho of mine.

So he says to me, you not bonking skanky this weekend, I told him no, that one has run its course.

Damn he says, she showed promise, had a lot going for her, what happened?

Quelle fucking surprise I told him, she fucking lied to me.

Ah he says, I knew you said a couple of weeks ago you suspected it.

Yeah, didn’t have any fucking proof until a couple of days ago, but had that gut feeling summat wasn’t right, and when it comes to wimminz I always trust my gut feelings, no matter how fucking vague.

Of course, being a wimminz, as soon as you call them on their bullshit their fucking attitude instantly shifts forever, but like the lass upstairs who waited all of three days of mourning for her boyfriend who was carted of by po-lice in handcuffs, before literally moving in a new guy, but as she said to him as the po-lice hauled him away, she wasn’t cheating on him, no sir.

As I said to my mate, and to the skank in question, it’s not the fact she fucked someone else that bothers me, she has had so many cocks and cunts another one doesn’t make the slightest difference, her value was already zero.

It’s not even just the fucking lying, although that is a big part of it, no, what really gets me is a/ thinking she could bullshit me, and b/ acting like a spoilt child when she gets caught, and revving up the hamster wheel in order to avoid having to face the reality and consequences of HER choices and HER actions.

How the fuck am I supposed to respect *anything* about a spoiled three year old who has ridden a thousand cocks?

One fucking day, just fucking maybe, I will meet a woman, and by definition this would be a woman and not a wimminz, familiar with the concepts;

  • Ignoring the future consequences of your current actions does not in any way negate those consequences.
  • every single choice you make today has repercussions for your entire future life
  • once you break something, like trust or your word or not having told a lie to an individual, you can’t *ever* go back to the way things were
  • once you change the way things were in one area, you change the way things were in all areas

The last one is the doozy, once you lie, or otherwise change the playing field by your actions, there is no more “mates rates” if I sell you something, there is no more pay me back that 50 as and when you can, no rush, there is no more sure, grab a coffee, pull up a chair and tell me your troubles, I no longer give a fuck.

And you gotta remember, I am the least likely guy to indulge in any of the nicey nicey shit and buy you a drink to chat you up or flowers or crap, sure, if you are here and sucking my cock all night I’m happy to feed you coffee and mebbe some vittlins, if I am eating too, usually zero financial expenditure of any kind on my part (apart from anything else, doing something dumb like buying the bitch some flowers for her birthday = instant loss of respect for ya) and even so, you still gotta trust your fucking intuition when something ain’t right, and that means INSTANTLY start thinking and acting like it is game over, even if you might get another fuck or two out of the skank.

So he says to me, basically you just don’t trust *any* wimminz do ya bro.

I tell him, no I don’t, and so far I have been proven right 100% of the time.

And you know how men fuck up, they apply LOGIC and REASON, two utterly alien concepts to the situation, and thus come to the conclusion that she can’t be doing x, because there is no possible fucking upside for her in doing x, and nothing but a multitude of downsides reverberating down the path of her future.

So he grins at me and says hey, it could be worse, we could be living in Damascus.

lol

 

July 29, 2013

So… last night….

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 9:52 pm

…it all kicks off at the neighbours, I knew it would because he came home and was screaming into the phone to various people about where was his woman.

So she eventually turns up, they get into a shouting match, he accused her of fucking Tom, you lying fucking bitch, you promised, we were going to try again.

I’m possibly the only neighbour who didn’t ring da po-lice, because I knew how it would go down, nor did I knock on their door and clue the guy in, because he was blue pill central.content03

So officer dibble and his mate turn up, handcuff the guy for DV, he bleats that he loooves her, she says she never cheated on him and she is leaving (of COURSE she is gonna say this in front of third persons, eg plod) he gets carted off to Babylon.

Today she turns up with some mates, plenty of laughter and joking and light airy voices, you’d never guess the man she loved was in custody instead of at work, watching his life go down the crapper, some of the girl friends leave, leaving just her and one guy, and they are now fucking.

I wonder if he is Tom, or yet another white knight in her retinue.

Meanwhile matey is probably sobbing in his cell, wondering where the woman he loves so much is… lmfao.

You think the red pill is tough, it’s a lubed up finger compared the the cactus suppository that is the blue pill.

 

October 28, 2012

I’ve put up with worse.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:54 pm

So the winter is coming back, and I was in a place that was quite cold, although I was adequately dressed if I had been doing any kind of exercise and generating any heat, but I was out of the elements.

And I am reminded of the other times in my life, where I was grateful to get out of the elements and into some kind of shelter, where the back of a broken down van is shelter, because it is out of the wind, out of the rain, and the wooden floor is better to lie on than wet mud and earth.

This seems to be a peculiarly male thing, to be able to look back and shrug and think “I’ve been through worse” and just carry on…. I learned at lot of lessons back then, sure, you may lose a huge proportion of body heat through your exposed head, but lying down on the ground in winter without some insulation between you and the ground was the better way to fuck yourself up in the core temperature stakes, and if things are that bad/cold just keep moving, sleep during the daytime when it is warmer.

Things change and times change but in the british army it was known colloquially as “stag” for some time, as in “stagnant” as in “stagnant water“… you just sat in one place unmoving, this is where you sit and where you stay and you monitor this.

It’s not a purely military concept of course, the night watchman, the furnace attendant, there are plenty of roles that involve being in one place and staying there to do a specific task until relieved.

Fact is, as soon as it shifts from “boring” to “uncomfortable” to “fucking miserable” you do find it is all the wimminz who crap out first and quit… of course this is no surprise because this is exactly what they do on the relationship front, crap out first and quit…

But… I think somewhere in their programming that little “I’ve been through worse” line of code was left out, which is more far reaching and profound than you may think, because suddenly if there is no comparison of relative bad-ness to previous events, then there is no point having any comparison to previous events, wimminz lives then become like Italian driving, if it is the rear view mirror it simply ceases to exist, it is history, gone and forgotten.

For sure, that same line of programming comes into play when I do something after getting out from the cold, and again upon reflection this is a purely male thing, and that is standing in front of a fire with your bare ass towards the fire, being deliciously toasted, I have seen a couple of wimminz try and ape it and fail miserably, never seen a wimminz actually do it, especially not alone.

Wimminz will crowd the fire, but they will toast their front, somewhere in the halls of DNA evolution something got hard wired into men to put their ass to the fire, night vision outwards, threat perception outwards, the reward for getting through another low water mark in the “I’ve been through worse” annals.

While there is a certain element of gallows humour to “I have put up with worse“, especially where a small group of men is concerned, all up to your balls in cold mud, some asshole will always comment that it could be worse, because it could be raining too….  there is also a certain element of “this too will come to pass” and once again you can warm your ass by the fire, as well as an element of “cheer up, you’re still much better off than you were when xxxx etc”

Now to give a concrete example from the UK I quite like buying butane gas in the 15 kg bottles, these currently run around £32 (autumn 2012) per bottle, and there are several reasons I like them compared to turning on the central heating.

  1. It’s a real flame that you can warm your ass in front of.
  2. It is basically instant heat, unlike central heating.
  3. It is basically one room heat, unlike central heating.
  4. You are paying for it in advance, unlike central heating.
  5. In extremis, unlike the central heating, it works when the electric is out.

If I run out of gas I can just turn the central heating on, and the cost of keeping the whole bachelor pad warm with central heating vs one room warm with bottle gas isn’t actually much different, mains gas is cheaper than bottled, but items #1 and #4 in the list above are the killers….

There was a crazy old fart around here that actually wasn’t that crazy, he didn’t have or use any heating at all, instead he wove 70 watts worth of resistive heating wire into his clothes.. nights like last night where the mercury is hovering around the freezing and I have no female flesh to warm my bed I turn on the electric underblanket… toasty.. may not wake me up with a blowjob and a coffee but it doesn’t fart or fidget.

Chances are, if you are a man you read the above paragraph and had a small grin, chances are, if you are a wimminz and you read the above paragraph and shook your head slightly, and there it is, “I’ve been through worse”

time for some more blues

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listen to the fucking words… amen

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