Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

March 25, 2013

Bearish on lead


And so the story goes, thanks to my recently acquired gainful employment I have renewed some old and dying but essential technology in the man cave, to whit, a new coffee percolator and new expresso machine, and added a few more vacuum packed cubes of Lavazzo to the stores.wp-1364224788329

Currently here in the UK we are a week and a bit away from the end of the tax year, so a combination of that and the jitters from the cyprus thing appears to be sufficient explanation for a slowdown in my workload, so far my diary is empty, so today I have been paid to sit at home in my kitchen and savour many cups of bloody good coffee while farting around on the net, which included PoF etc.

PoF, it has to be said, is going through a dry patch, the wimminz on there are desperate to the point of hysteria, and it is always falling over at the same point, my “me in a shirt and tie” private profile (what I like to call my “the accused” pic)  pic just ain’t cutting the ice in these times, what’s needed is clearly the leather jacket and cheroot right after I have said to someone off camera “and ze oooozy nine milli-meeta“… smooth is out, butch is in.

However, on the swinging / kink sites it’s going the other way, these wimminz always preferred the “I am gonna rape you and axe murder you, and maybe not in that order” profile pic, but now they are increasingly running away from that and running towards the smooth fucker in a shirt at tie, what I see as the only essential difference between these two groups of wimminz is the ones on the kink sites cop to having taken a load of cock, and the ones on the PoF site pretend they ain’t… amusing when you spot the same person on two or three different sites, with different profiles to match.

I’m thinking yet again it is time for me to give up smoking, in parlous times it is a lousy drug to be using, and it ain’t exactly a cheap hobby, and I may be needing the extra lung capacity

I’m also going bear-ish on sex toys, looks like we have seen the bottom of the market and the only way prices are going now is up, and the only way the supply and manufacturing chain is going is down IMHO. This is of course also going to apply to anything sex related on the internet, now is not the time to invest in fancyafuck.com…

I’m also seeing strong parallels between those who are unaware of the nature of wimminz so play the white knight in an attempt to get laid, and those who are unaware of the nature of the economy… I guess this really shouldn’t surprise me as the two share so many common elements, but it does anyway.

One thing this new job has been good for is it as gotten me travelling on someone else’s dime, or fuel card, so I am basically seeing a different town’s high street every day, and every last fucking one of them is dead, no fucker walking around with shopping bags, and coincidentally in every one the local councils are spending money like fucking water on infrastructure and pavements and pedestrianisation and other bullshit, it’s all pre April 6th, pre end of the tax year stuff.

In fact the only thing I am even remotely tempted to go bullish on is guys like me who have gotten out from under the cloven hoof of the wimminz and the state and debt, the future is looking pretty damn good, surplus of poontang, 6 months worth of coffee and bog rolls in stock, and a job that I could walk away from now, but which would in fairness set me up for another year if I can get another three months out of it…

Like the saying goes, it is an ill wind that blows no good….

August 6, 2011

Respect begins at home, before dating…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:35 pm

If a person has no self respect, then by definition they are unable to respect anyone else.

If a person indulges in anything to excess, then they have no self respect, whether that be eating, drinking, drugs, sloth, and the key words there are in red, all these things are fine or even good in moderation, but when taken to excess they are a sure sign of a lack of self respect.

If some skank weighs 200lbs, or drinks like a fish, or smokes like a chimney, or is always stoned, or never cleans the house or her body, etc etc etc, then she has no self respect, and is therefore incapable of showing you any respect.

But beware, excesses can be a lot milder, e.g. drinking nothing but coke all day long, dressing like a goth all day long, wearing lipstick all day long… they are still excesses.

This is fucking crucial for you to get, because you can’t even safely pump and dump these kind of skanks without it incurring unexpected and unplanned for and sometimes very unpleasant costs.

Having a fucking relationship with them, however transient and shallow, is about as possible as flying by flapping your fucking arms.

You also need to beware of the fact that all these cunts come from somewhere, e.g. behind them they have accrued a pool of people such as relatives and associates who condone their excesses, and suddenly you can get your obese cunt, her obese cunt mother, obese cunt sister and two obese cunt friends, all on your case.

What did you do to deserve it? Who the fuck knows, be a man, be something worthwhile, be slimmer than them, be fitter than them, have more friends than them, be more sexually attractive than them, or it could be just because it’s Friday, because you breathe, because Howdy Doody has wooden balls.

But the fat cunts are the worst, always.

Let me tell you about fat cunts, because all those internet porn pictures do not tell you the story.

The fattest cunt I ever fucked was 300+ lbs, I did it for the same reason I once got a blowjob off a transsexual, to find out for sure… I wish I could say now it was for a bet or some shit.

I’m half that weight, and fairly well hung, and I have to tell you the only hole I could get more than the end of my cock into was the skank’s mouth, because all the rolls of fat prevented it… think about that.

Around the cunt and ass is smelly unwashed and unwashable flesh, spotty, and chafed so it is off colour. The cunt and ass itself looks red and raw, not healthy, and the pong is unreal, I had to smoke a cigar while fucking this fat cunt from behind just so I could get some clean air, and I am not fucking joking here.

When these obese fuckers cum it is like watching a fucking waterbed that you have just thrown a brick on to, I shit you not, bizarre it is, sexy is it not.

The other thing you need to be aware of is that their mouth / breath actually does smell like a dumpster, which is exactly what you would expect if you think about it, because that is exactly what they treat their body as.

I mentioned the transsexual up there because yeah, admitting getting a blowjob from an ex man is a lot easier than admitting fucking a fat cunt, once you have fucked a fat cunt, before you have fucked a fat cunt it don’t seem that way.

The other thing that changes once you fuck a fat cunt is your upper limit of acceptable blubber on a wimminz drops down a couple of dress sizes overnight, and your “what you will pass as cuddly and acceptable” tightens up one hell of a lot. So say if before a dress size 16 was your upper limit (possible if you are a tit man) suddenly it drops to 14, and nothing with any kind of gut at all.

If you think that I am suggesting every man fuck at least one fat cunt once, maybe I am, in the same way that slipping on a branch as a boy and landing on your balls can be a learning experience that changes your attitudes forever… and the other thing you will then learn is that fat cunts have some of the highest sexual partner counts of just about anyone, because actually fucking them is repulsive enough you will never ever ever go back for a second helping (unless you are a truly sick puppy) so the only way fat cunts can get sex is a series of one hour stands, not even one night, because they sweat and smell and snore too.

Think of it as aversion therapy..lol

In some ways it is like spending a night in an alleyway with a wino, lying their in your own piss overnight, sharing fleas and lice, you kinda got to experience it first hand to understand self respect, and lack of it, and truly understand for the first time that you need to be within 30 feet of anyone with no self respect about as much as, say, a fish needs a bicycle.

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