Fucking dipshits....
It is as I feared.
Women are always complaining about not being able to find Mr Right. Everyone falls down in some way - often as a result of their own fickleness, double standards, indecisiveness, and often a FemiNazi/Cinderella Jekyll and Hyde complex.
That is a "Guys should treat me like a princess and do everything for me" type of mentality, and then when you try to do so – "DON’T YOU DARE OPPRESS ME. I AM WOMAN I CAN OPEN MY OWN DOORS, WASH MY OWN CAR, AND I DON’T NEED YOU TO PAY FOR ME BLAH BLAH BLAH!" Someone turn her off)
However, I fear that this is changing rapidly. It appears to me that many of the problems seem to be stemming from you men (and I say "you men" (with men being used very loosely) and not "us men" because me and other real men and gentlemen would be insulted to be lobbed in with you lot) and your dickheadedness and retarded behaviour around attractive women.
I have already commented here on the dickheadedness I witnessed first hand with the way the morons at work carried on around the gorgeous trainer.
And now, I come across what is an even more pathetic case.
I’ve had a large increase in traffic the several days since putting up the article about the best ad ever. Lots of people hearing about it, and googling to find out what the fuss is about.
By the way, I hope you are all grateful for having a link where you can download it instead of just viewing via some streaming bullshit.
Anyway, I saw in my web tracker pages that someone had linked to my ad page so I went and checked it out, and discovered this even more pathetic example of dickheaded behaviour.
Go and take a look at her page.
(Update 27/1/05: Ok. She has redesigned her page. Lucky I noted down a copy of the important bit)
Not a bad sort at all is she?
Anyway – scroll down to where you see this written
class is a whole lifestyle & stems from one`s upbringing...it is not just a way of dressing!
so guys just because you`re wearing you`re best (only) suit in one of your photographs does not mean you are classy & that we are soulmates...ok!?
I read that and thought “No. It can’t be….but why else would she write that?”
So I shot off an email that asked if what I feared happens actually happens. And if what I feared happens has happened often enough to warrant that being written.
And what the reply?
YESSSSSSSSSSS it really happens
Ugh! It was exactly as I feared. Once again I am vindicated and proven right by immediately assuming the worst about people. There are, in fact numerous dipshits out there that stumble across her website and go
“Hey – there’s a hot chick. Hmmmm. She seems like a pretty classy sort. If I put on a suit and send a photo and say ‘Look at my suit. Look how classy I am too’ and that I agree with her on everything she has ever thought or written and say we are soul mates, maybe she will sleep with me so I can finally lose my virginity.”
Can any sane person even comprehend just how fucking brain deficient you have to be to not only have a thought process like that, but to believe it and put it in action?
She comes across as an intelligent, attractive woman who seems to do well for herself – so I am sure because you send a nice photo she is going to overlook the fact you are just some mouth breathing internet moron who can’t hold a conversation about anything other than the latest porn site you got access to.
I am sure that by saying you agree with everything she has ever thought or written she will overlook that fact that you have never moved out of home and still sleep with a nightlight on.
And I am sure that dropping in that soul mates bullshit will cause her to forget that you are a fat, sweaty, middle aged mongoloid who gets turned on by smelling his own socks.
You fucking tossers.
And as if those who do that shit weren’t stupid enough – go take a look at her guestbook.
People like that are the exact reason I don’t have a guestbook or comments on my website. Well that, and the fact I really couldn’t give a fuck what your opinions are. When I want your opinion you can be sure I’ll beat it into you.
Just read that shit. Go on. I must resist the urge to scrape out my eyes with a rusty razor because I know it won't undo the dumbening I suffered by reading that vomit, just as I must resist the temptation to remove the offending section of brain that is storing the memory of that shit with a fire poker.
Next time you dipshits, just be honest and say what you really mean. Something along the lines of "I have been squeezing the salami over your picture for the last three months and am now convinced that I am in love with you and that you love me so watch for me coming to stalk you and cook your pets” is probably honest enough.
And be sure and send an up to date photo so she can show the police who to shoot.
A rabid monkey at the zoo throwing its shit around has more social grace than these dipshits.
© by Tiberius Alatheus 2005