Bloody Bollocks!

I'm committing many cardinal sins tonight of stereotyping and overgeneralising. So to those that can't take jibes. Just Shoo. I'm not gonna bother. I know for every cheating men, they'll be *ahem* half as many cheating women. I ain's gonna care about statistics tonight. Too many broken female hearts these few nights. Hugs to all. Remember fortune wheel turns..
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BLOOODY BOLLOCKS!!
I've come to a conclusion though it be voyeuristic.
(Hmm..Perhaps not. But anyhow doesn't matter.)

Guys are mozzie dung.
Period.
(sorry Maine contemplated and decided on something less consequential and minute cmpared to last night's ans)

And How did God invent guys?
Ans: God had an extra bit of playdough that was the poopoo of a fly and he just stuck it on.
And the fly needs to be undone and out to play.
That's another story.

And as I mentioned before... "the story of a curious cat that got it’s whiskers singed by the fire? hmm.. I’ll tell you when the brows grow back." (No coincidence why cats are likened to women and dogs, men.)

But girls being girls need to know everythinggggggg, Illicit ways, secretive ways, upfront and badgering ways. It be too late sometimes, it be just right. But Both ways it hurts. And yea ladies Ignorance is Bliss but still we wanna know. So ouch. Hence the thing about girls being about to take pain more than guys, cos of the monthlies, the childbirth yadayada blahblah.

Yo mate its all Bull crap.

Girls can take pain cause we usually bring it upon ourselves. Women are evil creatures..so said someone in history, no idea who but some one did.

They all got it wrong. The logic is flawed. Women are evil cos of the sadistic streak in women that just LOVES to get themselves in pain by wanting total trust honesty commitment all them ideals of what relationships should be, all them ideals of what kinship should be, of them ideals of what LOVE should be.

We are a terrible evil sadistic bunch aren't we.

Ahh and we love bitching and crying and huddling in cliques and covens like the witches of yonder years.

Misery loves company. Blearh.
I'm very tired and sleepy. Nights dears.