Women, Fire And Dangerous Things

I wonder why I bother some days — I’m wasted on you philistines … really I am.

I’ve half a mind to stop posting for a few days — see how you like them apples!

If it weren’t such a patently ridiculous proposition, I’d question whether or not you actually do hang on my every word after all.

But that is such a nonsensical notion … because, in a (rare) tribute to Jimmy Carr, (of) course you fuckin’ do … that I am, therefore, obliged to draw the conclusion that … windowlicking lowlives that you are … you are all … to a woman, let alone a man … raving misogynists.

I mean …

Not only was my recent suggestion that 100% of women ought to be medicated for their insanity not provocative enough for you … but neither was my insinuation that womanhood is, axiomatically, ‘awful.’

In fact, not even the casually sexist intimation that women are congenitally predisposed to perform housework got you hot under the collar.

Never mind

… Khloé Kardashian is pregnant ¹.

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¹ The slut!

On a not altogether unrelated note, never mind Tibet or Buddhist monks, I may go to North-Eastern Australia — the Dyirbal seem like they may have a better grasp of things and might even have unravelled some of the fundamental truths of the Universe … not least, the nature of womanhood