red square

was out walking around on the red square the other day and caught sight of this lass. shorts. short shorts at that. stockings. dark glasses. on one hand i'm thinking wow would you look at that on the other other hand i'm thinking why is there a prostitute wandering around here in broad daylight. dressing like this is not a good example for the children, or for anyone in fact. it does however create a dirty visual feast for young teenage boys and old men hanging around the centre with nothing else to do except drink beer and play with a camera.

Haven't written in a while. Time to rectify that.

clean yourselves up

been a while since i've written. lovely day today, sun's shining. the slappers are out in their mini skirts and low cut tops showing off their bandy legs and sweaty armpits. what's the point in spending hours each morning doing yourself up if you don't wash yourself? do these dunces really think they'll find a man to pay for all their silly nonense when they smell like old manky shoes?

i've also heard some of them dump on the floor rather than in the bowl what the hell's that all about?

armenian girls

armenia is beautiful. armenian girls are beautiful. anyone that says otherwise doesn't know what they're talking about.

going to write a few posts about this wonderful country and it's female treasure. this is the first one.

shriya saran

shriya saran's one hell of a lass. one hell of a beautiful indian lass. she has the look of a woman that knows how to make a good creamy curry.

there's a lot of beauty in india. helps to balance out the call centres.

air fresheners

i don't understand the point of air fresheners in toilets. it should smell like a toilet, not a forest, not an ocean breeze, and not a lavender bush. if the idea is to make the next visitor feel that, contrary to the facts, he or she is in a field, on a beach, or in a rose garden, then i'm afraid it doesn't work. what you actually get is a horrible pungent mixture of sweet smelling chemicals and untreated human waste. like taking a stroll by an open sewer carrying a bunch of daisies. forget this balony. go in, put up with the smell, do your business, and leave. don't sit in there pretending you're on a tropical island.

japanese office girls

stumbled upon a picture of japanese office girls. why are they all dressed up the same sitting here? who let them out of the house? if i was the husband of one of these i'd be concerned about losing her in the crowd. it'd be like losing a pebble on a pebble beach, how the hell would you find her? you could end up taking the wrong one home and find out about it in the middle of the night. maybe the fellas over there tell them apart by their voice or something i'm sure they've got it worked out.

elephant

messing around on the internet found a picture of an elephant taking a dump on a toilet. never seen that before. usually they just let it go where they're standing.

short skirt season

was walking around the streets this morning. we're on the verge of the annual switch from fur coats to mini-skirts. it's pretty vulgar and somewhat distasteful knowing that they dress up for the sole purpose of finding men to pay for their next shuba and finance regular meals at fancy restaurants and whiskey from scottish islands they've never heard of, and which they dilute with coca-cola anyway, thus annulling the years it spent in spanish oak barrels. on the flip side these tasty lasses give a man something to look at as he goes from a to b. get him horned up. some of them are well tasty and provoke all kinds of nasty thoughts, like this lusty one in the picture. just be careful about taking it past the looking stage. look, have your dirty thoughts, and walk on. i'm not ruling out the possibility that one of these blones could make a good wife. indeed statistics show that one in every 18,237 will, in fact, make a good wife. so get out onto the streets and start looking.

it's all gone wrong

for thousands of years man has been the family provider. he goes out to work, makes the decisions, builds things, lifts heavy stuff. that's what he's good at. a woman's no good at any of that. she changes her mind 5.7 times per minute, creates traffic jams cause she doesn't know which way to turn the wheel, and so on.

woman was put on earth to make babies and to be man's helper. that was God's plan, and we should listen to what he says. history shows that it all worked in relative harmony for tens of thousands of years, but in the last few centuries it's gone wrong. women are out "working" in offices making "decisions" building "careers" - doing things they're not designed to do. the world's in chaos. this traffic jam was caused by a woman.

beauty

here's a fine looking lass. a bonny lass. plenty of meat in all the right places. a woman should not only be good, she needs to be easy on the eye. if you plan on making nippers then you need to marry her, which means you're going to see her day in day out. first take a good look at her. then, if possible, take a good look at her mother to gauge how the daughter will turn out. if the mother's awful-looking, then ask yourself the question - do i want a wife that might turn into that?

a horrifying experience

the other day i was in a room full of women. they were discussing legislation, how to amend this law and that law and the other. after a while i couldn't hear what they were saying any more. my senses started to falter. i noticed i was shaking. thoughts began to fill my mind - where am i? what's going on? who brought these people here? why are they not at home feeding little ones cleaning up cooking something tasty or mending socks? are they out of their minds, are they drunk?!

i became so disturbed by the whole situation that i had to leave the room. i made a very large cup of green tea with lots of sugar. the tea helped to ease the stress and i gradually regained my senses.

good women

first thing's first, this blog is not a place to say nasty things about women. they come in all shapes and sizes, there are good ones and bad ones. the good ones are hard to find. it's like looking for amber on the baltic coast. there's not much of it lying about because most of it's already been picked up. but, if you're not looking, you might find some. how do you know if you've found a good woman? it's a bit like deciding if you found a piece of amber or a piece of an old beer bottle that some lout fired into the sea. sometimes they look very similar. so what do you do? well, first you need to figure out whether she herself understands what a good woman is. start with a few simple tests. ask her to sew a button on your shirt, then ask her to boil an egg, then go out to the shops with her, lots of shops, and monitor her behaviour. does she want everything she sees, and can she even tell the difference between a quality garment and over-priced junk that'll fall apart next week? does she care if it'll fall apart?

by the way the button and egg thing - if she can't sew on the button or fails to boil the egg, send her on her away immediately and forget about the shops. what are her priorities in life, is she planning on building a "career" or is she more interested in creating a cosy home with lots of nippers running around and tasty smells coming from the kitchen?

my wall

today i started a blog. never written a blog before but the time has come. too many thoughts and ideas floating around my head and i need to share them. share them with people i don't know and will probably never meet. that should help. perhaps you will find this an interesting place.