Women- What the fark is wrong with them?

I just pretended they were my family tac, but you seemed eager to go through with it old bean.

sure you did, lever . . . the hairy "bloke" in the skirt was a dead spit of you, old son . . .

heartburn, thanks for asking.

Oh, and I'm only rated 2 out of 6, that's mean.

Welcome back, iieee.

Two out of 6 is better than most on this here forum ...

Aye, good to see you, iieee! And that last is not a wince.

eowyn wrote:women ... don't possess testicles and a penis.

You've just offended every Dubber on the forum ...

Well done

I aim to please, embee.

Airbrushed-sanitised Nouveau South Walian males?

The sweaty beany's fascination with Dubber male genitalia is creepy and just a little disturbing.

Raggedy Anne?

DJ_Smerk wrote:Raggedy Anne?

So, Smerky - imagine we're in a nightclub in Cardiff - what's the best chat up line?

Crikey Bas, I'm starting to assume that you've been reading what Taips has been dribbling out recently in regards to my personal life.

Never believe what you read on the forum...or well, certainly within reason.


What club would me and you go to in Cardiff? One of those straight bars?

The problem with women is that they have had all reason and logic replaced with emotion and crying. That is why it is only in their vacuous craniums that a sentence like, "If you don't know what's wrong then I'm not going to tell you" could ever make it past all internal fail-safes and out of their mouths unhindered. Unfortunately, they have yummy fun-bags, otherwise we could confine them to the kitchen, and we wouldn't have to witness them sobbing in front of Oprah whilst listening to some pampered bit-of-stuff sniffle about how life has treated them so unfairly because their rich husband (who actually works for a living) boffed some hot real estate agent. The irony is, he probably did it because you nagged him night and day about something as ridiculous as leaving the toilet seat up (sorry, did they accidentally file off your arms the last time you were at the nail salon?), and now you're on telly whining on again, like a stuck record you'd really like to kick in the minge and push down the stairs, but can't because some pre-menstrual woman judge would send you to jail in a rage of hormones. Who else would go to a braai, a festival celebrating all that is good about meat and maybe potatoes, and bring a salad? It's like for them, reality is just something that happens to other people.

I think rappers might say "word" there bliks.

"Unfortunately, they have yummy fun-bags, otherwise we could confine them to the kitchen, "


Why is the area between a woman's breasts and vagina called a waste?
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because there's room for two more sets of tits there

I reiterate...

embee wrote:"Unfortunately, they have yummy fun-bags, otherwise we could confine them to the kitchen, "


Why is the area between a woman's breasts and vagina called a waste?
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because there's room for two more sets of tits there

what a shot....thats a six...

I personally like it the way it is

iieee wrote:Oh, and I'm only rated 2 out of 6, that's mean.

Think yerself lucky - it's an insanity rating.

Some of us here see supersantas, elves, mushrooms, etc etc.

Personally, I blame the men. ...

bliksem wrote:The problem with women is that they have had all reason and logic replaced with emotion and crying. That is why it is only in their vacuous craniums that a sentence like, "If you don't know what's wrong then I'm not going to tell you" could ever make it past all internal fail-safes and out of their mouths unhindered. Unfortunately, they have yummy fun-bags, otherwise we could confine them to the kitchen, and we wouldn't have to witness them sobbing in front of Oprah whilst listening to some pampered bit-of-stuff sniffle about how life has treated them so unfairly because their rich husband (who actually works for a living) boffed some hot real estate agent. The irony is, he probably did it because you nagged him night and day about something as ridiculous as leaving the toilet seat up (sorry, did they accidentally file off your arms the last time you were at the nail salon?), and now you're on telly whining on again, like a stuck record you'd really like to kick in the minge and push down the stairs, but can't because some pre-menstrual woman judge would send you to jail in a rage of hormones. Who else would go to a braai, a festival celebrating all that is good about meat and maybe potatoes, and bring a salad? It's like for them, reality is just something that happens to other people.

Reading that shite I can see why it took the darkies so long to get something like equality in SA . . .

Steady on old fruit!

What? If someone wrote crap like that about a particular race we'd be all over them, and rightly so . . .

It's not sexist if it's true ...

Is that you, Trev?