
Women have their sacred spaces and quite right too.
The women’s institute. Daytime telly (Loose Women and all that shite.) Wimminz sports coverage. The kitchen. I think we even had a minister for women once, didn’t we?
But for us? We can’t have anything. Years back, a working men’s club I was once a member of got taken over by wimminz. They had a rule. No women allowed in the upstairs bar. It had 2 immaculate full sized snooker tables (10p in the light for ages of playing time.) The official reasoning was that the men could swear and tell ‘blue’ jokes and not offend any ladies.
Well, some twat invited in an annoying, interfering lezza as a guest. She got wind of it and complained to the council.
Long story short. The women were now allowed upstairs. Loads ripped up their memberships, including me. Place has gone from good and cheap as fuck draught to wanky expensive beer. Pool tables and snooker charged by the hour at a high rate. No funny acts and now have ‘yooni’ bands. Gone to the dogs.
Worst of it is that the split arse troublemaker didn’t even take up membership. Fucking whore.
Many other examples. The local pub (those still left). Full of fat split arses downing pints and belching last time I went in on a weekend. Talking about ‘the big game’ at the weekend. Fuck off, lose some weight, go on a femininity and etiquette course and get your tits out.
Men’s sports coverage. Fucking taken over by annoying, clueless, shrieking bints. Women’s sports coveage? No men there! Loose Women? No geezers. Any blokes in the women’s institute?
No, they don’t want us to have anything. I love women but for fuck’s sake. I’m now building an extension which will include a masturbatorium, a full sized snooker table and some strippers.
Get to fuck.
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