Showing posts with label #crass. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #crass. Show all posts

Monday, 30 May 2016

Crass Women

Okay, it's being blurted around everywhere - Amber the Twat filed for divorce (with domestic violence accusations as well) from Johnny the Depp.

Terrence Popp and Blake, you guys have a new Pimptard / Wifestitute to put together. It'll take a few months for it all to become final, but hey. Given that he's rumored to be worth something like $300 million and she's worth something like $10 million. Nice payout for her.

Now of course, the *really* crass bit: she filed for divorce 3 days after Johnny's mother died. Absolutely perfect example of a massive money-grubbing ho.

No, I'm not mad about this - actually I'm amused, with rather bleak and black humor. Men see this shit and they're not warned?

So to be crass in my turn, in the male way:
Look on the bright side, Johnny. You might lose half your shit - probably more - but your ex-ho has revealed to the world what an absolutely massive cunt she is.
Brought to you by Crap Colored Glasses™ and a boatload of "holy fuck people are so blind and stoooopid".

Wednesday, 17 February 2016

Mutton Is Not Lamb

So I'm fixing someone's computer system (PC's and some users do not mix) and one of the female management comes along to have a yack with the person the PC belongs to (a secretary). As you'd expect, the entire "fix" got held up while two wimminz jabber at each other for 15 minutes.

Go ahead, waste my time.

Interesting though. The "wanderer" is upper-management and in her late 50's early 60's. So she's wearing stuff pretty-much inappropriate for work, most especially at her age. To illustrate:

  • high heels and stockings (of course)
  • short skirt that shows mid-thigh-downward
  • sheer (translucent) leopard-print top that lets her black bra show through the fabric, and a v-cut neck that shows waaaay to much wrinkly cleavage

I wonder whose cock she was trying to attract in that get-up. I'd say "newflash" but fuck it, we all know that mutton isn't lamb.

Sunday, 17 January 2016

Interchangeable Relationships

So this is probably going to be the final bit about how the entire mindset of interchangeable has fucked over the world - or at least Western culture. There might be a few more footnotes somewhere, however IMO this is the final trickle-down effects.

The stuff prior:

Business, cheapness causing collapse.

Business, cheapness and interchangeable causing a race to the bottom re quality and job/life insecurity.

Interchangeable sex partners.

How being interchangeable means you have no negotiation power.

And now: Relationships. (Relationshits? 'Cause relationships are about gone, the last few ships vanishing over the horizon. 'Cause there's only one fucking Captain on a ship and they can see the writing on the wall.)
What's best for your kids: a) having a reliable man around, b) having unreliable or no men around
What's the best way to keep a man around: 1) putting him first, 2) putting your kids first
When every dick and pussy is interchangeable, indistinguishable, that means that the body and personality attached is likewise interchangeable and indistinguishable. And it is viewed that way, as you can tell from teh wimminz sampling a new cock every week while Little Johnny and Little Anne are curled up in their beds in the next room - listening to mommy scream her pleasure out at high volume interspersed with phrases like "fuck me harder! fuck me in the ass! let me suck your cock! so beautiful! piss on me! oh God! I wanna lick your ass!" etc.

Both Little Johnny and Little Anne can sense it: An (a1) moment this is not.

Any rate. Like I said, looks don't mean much if you can't stand to be around her for long - or even get with her in the first place. You know exactly what I mean. Not only is her vagina rancid - her personality is rancid as well.

Rotten, shitty, crazy, infantile, contradictory, insane, entitled, moronic, childish, etc. All the mental-emotional freight (baggage grown to where it requires a train) about wimminz that is bundled together and referred to as "the hamster".

So why is this? It's because in her mind relationships are also interchangeable.

If they're all the same, why put any effort in?

To an individual relationship, or relationships in general?

So down they go, down the tubes, no effort, don't give a fuck, can't be arsed, get a shitty attitude, be crass, swear, lip off, let's have a game of you and him fight, let's play Marry Fuck Kill, ooooo this one makes me horny, hey baby wanna fuck - you get the picture. Go down the bars for six months to a year, you'll see it all and way more besides. You get to where the only way you'd hang around the girls is if you are desperate.

As I said in a different context: you didn't have to, yet you made your choice.

In the old days women had to make a helluva effort, prove their family-making skills, and put a lot of work into making a family. Five-six-seven kids, cooking, clothing, vegetable garden, preserving food, teaching, medicine, etc.

These days? Nah, why bother. There's always another guy out there looking for a root relationship. "I'm gonna get preggers and go on the DPB." Stated out loud, right in front of men: to hell with men, to hell with a husband, she'll get pregnant and suck off the government tit.

Men have wised up and are following the same path. She can't be arsed putting any effort in? Neither can he. This is probably some of the mentality behind the PUA tactic of not responding to a text for hours, maybe days. "I care less about you." "No, I care less about you." A phone call? You must be joking, nobody makes phone calls these days.

Her: (bullshit excuse/fight) ... let's just end this.

Him: Alright.

Her: (incoherent) Goddamn you, do I mean so fucking little to you that you won't even *make an attempt* to keep a relationship going?!?!!?!

Him: (shrugs and moves on)

I have done this.

Reality is that a woman will do (or not do) whatever she wants. What she says will not be what she does. She says she wants you, panting for it, naked selfies out the wazoo - then suddenly flakes. So you're sexting - and she suddenly goes silent on you. For whatever reason or none, maybe she's got some Chad Thundercock for a few weeks. She may eventually get back to you a couple months or a year later.

If she can be arsed. There's plenty of cock, men, etc out there - no need to put any effort in. Besides, she's probably a little embarrassed the way things went (or didn't) with you. Might as well avoid you, it's less painful feelz on her part.

She's like the weather, about all you can do is shake your head in bemusement and move on with your day.

A race to the bottom of not-caring. It's self-defense against going insane.

I have a mental image of Hell On Earth, from the short-novel pair Black Easter/The Day After Judgement (by James Blish). The characters are walking through a city populated with near-naked men and women. Every so often a man goes up to a random woman and has sex with her. One of the characters is a sex-maniac, was fucking a succubus prior to Judgement Day, and this had him somewhat interested for a short time - until he realizes that the men and women fucking are both utterly bored with the process.

Hell indeed.

Hey, where'd all the men go?

Saturday, 29 August 2015

Entitled Bitch Is Cray-Cray Entitled

Not particularly bright, either. It's fuckin' amazing how stupid some people are, coupled with spilling all their dirty laundry all over their FaceCrap profile. Where to begin?

I ran across this particular cray-cray about a year ago, the friend of a friend. "She's got a very forceful personality." No, she's a stuck-up golden uterus entitled bitch, that's what she is. She shat out a half-dozen womb-turds and thinks that because of this the sun shines out her cunt and the world revolves around her.

Couldn't be arsed saying that though, and definitely couldn't be arsed getting "friendly" with cray-cray. Most women are as full of scintillating conversation as a piece of wood.

I recently heard that over the last month, cray-cray has been getting herself into some deep poo and is/was in the process of flinging it all over FaceCrap. Decided to check it out - and fuckin' near killed myself laughing.

I'll just give the highlights:

* started ranting, threatening to kill some doctors (eh what?)

* got arrested(!) (that must have been a good rant for the cops to get involved)

* banned from setting foot in the Starship children's hospital in Auckland (what the fuck?)

* CYF came and took all her womb-turds away (like, wow, man)

Then of course, starts smearing all this dirty laundry all over FaceCrap. [Edit: From memory she wrote "injunction", not banned. Just looking at it now to double-check, she's been busy removing her admissions from FaceCrap. I doubt that she learned anything though HAH! - BPS]

Winner!

It's wonderful when the establishment system screws over the more extreme of these entitled cray-cray types. It's even more wonderful when they screw themselves over by exposing every driblet of insanity for all and sundry to take heed of.

Beautifully done - ya fuckin' whack-job.

Now we know who to avoid. (Like the crazy cunt I ran across years ago, who cut the word "love" into her forearm and posted a picture up on FaceCrap. So damn glad of that warning. Yes, this is the exact picture she had posted.)
Gents, keep your eyes open - give out no pussy-pass - and avoid these insane scum like the mental plague-bearers and mental lepers that they are.

Wednesday, 4 February 2015

All About Her Experiences

I love, love, love FaceCrap for all the attention-whoring that it reveals amongst my woman "intimates". A prime example has cropped crapped up in the last couple of days.

The Eagles are coming in concert to the Vector Arena in Auckland, sometime in March. Which is all cool and shit, 'cause I kinda like the eagles. I grew up with 'em.

Along comes this decent-looking 35+ self-entitled twat splurting out with: "I spent $2,200 to go see him in March!"
I'm raising my eyebrows - really, $2,200 to go see a live performance of The Eagles? What fucking crack have you been smoking? Some of her other male friends seem to be just as incredulous - one commenter asks if she got gold-plated seats and gets to keep them. Oh no - she bought tickets for herself, her mother, and her father. Over $700 apiece (platinum seats - gold, so passé).
Incredible daughter alert indeed! She's also dribbling about this being the 3rd time seeing them live. One of her (female) friends is dribbling about how it's worth every penny (note the female validation from the herd).

Myself, I'm laughing inside. Half a week's wages per ticket for a fairly hefty-working Joe around here. Someone on minimum wage (about $15 an hour) that's a week's wages per ticket. More actually, once das gubermint rips out the taxes. Spent on a concert.

But wait - there's more! She's hoping that she can throw her bra to the stage from her seat.
A few more comments, then she decides: actually she's going to throw her undies! Just need to decide whether they should be clean or worn. Decisions, decisions...so hard...
Yes, like he's going to want to specially pick up your undies and sniff them. "Mmmmm that smells soooo good. Get that cunt up here, I'm gonna ream all her holes seven ways from Sunday."

The best part: I know this chick doesn't make this kind of money. Her hubby, however, makes some decent dough. Her slave-man just spent a couple weeks wages so his slut can take her mommy and daddy to a concert, throw her panties up on stage to the musician that she has the hots for, and (maybe) get some high-status/famous cock crammed into her cunt. At least, in her dreams.

Damn amusing, seeing such cautionary tales for all men coming up in social media. Not even hiding it. Silly, silly cunts.