An “I’m desperate and I’d fuck owt with a pulse” cunting please, for the wankshafts at Tinder. News just in, as they add a PANIC BUTTON to the app:
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-51218336
Yes, me neither, but apparently it will “enable users to alert emergency services and transmit highly accurate location data”.
I’m sure the emergency services are delighted. This will work perfectly – no accidental false alarms, no trivial calls and no diversion of resources.
I can imagine it now: “Lads, forget the murder at No. 45 and the ongoing kiddie-fiddling at No. 23, someone on Tinder has hit the fucking PANIC BUTTON. Location coming in…the bike shed just down by the knackers yard. Apparently a woman is FUMING that the gent in question has asked her to pay half the McDonald’s bill. Attend pronto!”
What could possibly go wrong?
I hear there’s a far more effective panic button out there…its called the ‘X’ in the top right hand corner of your screen.
Tinder…you are a cunt.
Nominated by GeneralZod
postscript: I first joined Tinder around Sept. 2016 and have only fucked two birds off there. Terrible statistics really.
I’ve met a hell of a lot of mentalist nutters, ex wifes who are still hung up on their cheating husbands, fatties, bottom of the barrel etc.
I prefer prostitutes and escorts to Tinder, the only advantage tinder has is the women don’t charge for it.
I was thinking, maybe, to go upmarket with a paid subscription to eHarmony, Match, Elite singles. I am fairly happy with a clean woman with a clean pussy to bang once or twice a week.
Happy Cunting
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