Amazingly, or not, given the lack of culinary skills in modern wimminz, no wimminz I speak to today knows that the latter three all come from the first.
I thought of these, and prunes, today while reading a story, with pictures, in the MSM about some wimminz who had a gastric band and then surgery to remove the excess skin, naturally all the comments from wimminz and niggerz were supportive and full of praise…
The freak in these pictures is in her thirties, early thirties at that, and frankly the surgery was just as big a waste of money as the gastric band, she is still unfuckably ugly, as for the skank tats, well it’s a bit like graffitti on a particularly grotty public toilet, it doesn’t detract from the value, because there isn’t any.
It is absolutely typical of wimminz complete and utter failure to grasp the concept of consequences for your own choices and actions that lead to this wimminz piling on an excess 10st of blubber in the first place, WTF did she think would happen to her skin?
WTF did she think would happen to the excess skin when the gastric band went in, in place of a fucking brain and willpower?
WTF was the daily fail picture editor doing, blacked out nipples, but we can still see the rest of the skank… the truly mind fucking stuff.
Her nipples were probably one of the few parts of her body to not suffer the ravages of obesity and fugly.
Of course I am quite partial to the odd grape, or sultana, not too big on currants or raisins but I’ll eat em both in dough, so it isn’t a good analogy.
Of course the piercings and so on all indicate a wimminz into kink, which I like, but the general public toilet approach means a wimminz who is into kink because she despises herself, which I don’t.
I agree with her self assessment, which is why she is unfuckable.
As part of my work today I visited an area that I used to live in as a callow youth on a murdercycle, frankly I got out (of the area) and never looked back in one of those “this town ain’t big enough for the one of me” scenes, if I’d stayed I’d be doing double life for some atrocity or another, committed just to relieve the ennui… bit like this skank, the only acceptable way to view her is in the rear view mirror with the motor coming on song, and brother, no matter what lies ahead, never make the mistake of going back.
In fact wimminz are more than just a little bit like an episode of Storage Wars, an entirely fake made up show, in which the people pay way over the odds for someone else’s unwanted junk, and then, having bought it, BUT NOT SOLD A FUCKING THING, they sit there going through the shit, saying what each bit of crap is worth, and declaring they made a profit on the deal.
WTF?
The value of the skank above is sub-zero, and not in a good way, she would have to pay me to fuck her, and of course the parts of her with the greatest negative value are the parts you can’t fucking see in the pix, her attitude, her cock count, her hamster wheel, etc etc etc.
It’s like Obama claiming he is priceless, because his moral compass has never even been taken out of the box, much less used, this is not a gooood thing, Barak, it is a fucking baaaad thing.
The shit you should have used you did not, the shit you should have kept you squandered.
Thing is, when you look at this skank, remember this, for purposes of comparison to MANY wimminz out there, this skank would be a trade UP…
