Public Urinals

Splish splash you´re having a slash, staring stoically straight ahead. No peeping to the left or right in case your neighbor gets the wrong idea and thinks you´re sizing him up*. What bothers me now is that I tend to hang around for what seems like hours shaking off the final drips and giving the impression that I am waiting for some homo action. This is because I had an operation about 10 years ago which basically circumcised me and left no handy little foreskin space where droplets could linger.

Nowadays, a pee followed by a brief feeble shake then tucking the snake back into its place usually results in a rivulet of amber fluid down my thigh and a give-away stain on my trousers. For this reason I try to avoid public urinals in bars, restaurants, cafes etc. In countries like Brazil it´s common to see pissers openly wiping and drying their cocks with paper towels but it´s not a practice I´ve seen in Europe or the US.

*BTW, Lenny Bruce once said the ending of desegregated bogs (“restrooms” in American speak) destroyed the myth that blacks had enormous dongs. But let´s not go into that in case we offend Black Cocks Matter.

Nominated by: Mr Polly

Internet Porn

 

Internet Porn is a cunt and a prick and tits and ‘milfs’ and and blowjobs and GET A GRIP MAN but the only thing I’m gripping is my knob. And ‘Licking Pussy’ and ‘Doggiestyle’ ‘Cougars’ but what am I saying you know the terminology cunters veterans as you are of this ‘pastime’.
There us no doubt in my mind Internet porn is a bummer. Poor choice of word there. Let’s start again.
Sex is a cunt. I’m knocking on 60! And still wracked by this insane desire. I thought it would have left me now. Or at least abated somewhat. But no I have my fortnightly drink and the next day I am randy as I ever was. And days can go by (as it just has) and the intense urge is still there. And there is the phone and it only a click away.
You see cunters I want to concentrate on the higher things not in an arse or a tit.
Yes, that’s it,-it is an addiction. There you are scrolling down in a frenzy and trying to get the picture the video that excites you but it is never quite as exciting as you would like. And you’re looking and looking for something you will never find in a sense. That can never satisfy. Her arse isn’t in the right position or she’s doing it too fast or that’s not how I like it exactly.
You know cunters this thing is really terrible. Mrs Plastic (who I’ll pass over quickly) reads to me posts on Mumsnet and very many of them are about their MAN losing all interest in sex. That’s because he’s watching sexy young things on Internet Porn! And the poor older women cannot compete and they are left feeling loveless, unattractive. It really is a destructive fucker.

Nominated by Miles Plastic

Admin note, tricky subject Miles, I stopped buying condoms on offer years ago because they time expired!, so continue I will quit Isac and join the Mums net admin team and offer personal services.

Another Admin: Nothing wrong with a bit of IP once in awhile. Certainly beats the old days back in the 70s and 80s when you had to enter a newsagents for your topshelf goodies, and then wait at the counter to pay, only to find a nubile young wench giving you a very disapproving “look” when she gives you your change! (So I’m told anyway)

Faith healers

Faith healers are cunts, aren’t they.

Fortuitously we haven’t got many of these confidence tricksters in old Blighty. Perhaps we’re too cynical, perhaps we’re not gullible enough, perhaps we’re just too savvy. Nonetheless these snakes are still plying their nonsense across the globe.

Pastor Frankline Ndifor worked tirelessly as a faith healer in Cameroon. The “prophet” claimed that he was able to cure Covid-19. He was also a candidate in the central African state’s last presidential election.

It was going extraordinarily well until… he contracted Covid 19. Years of fleecing individuals by placing his hands on them and telling them that they’ve been cured has ended badly; the pastor died less than a week later.

It’s been more than three days and the charlatan still hasn’t “risen.”

Awkward.

Nominated by Captain Magnanimous

Barry Island in South Wales

It has come to my attention that due to the inexplicable popularity of TV ‘comedy’ Gavin and Stacey, the reputation of Barry Island is going through something of a renewal.

Well, my childhood was blighted by a period spent there, and I had the extreme misfortune to have a near encounter with it again in more recent years and I’m here to tell you what – despite the best efforts of fat twat Corden to portray it as some kind of haven of working-class whimsy – it truly is.

Barry Island is the ulcerated, prolapsed anus of all Creation, and even seeing its name on a road sign could give your soul cancer.

In the event of a zombie apocalypse it will be the only place of safety due to the fact that even a walking heap of rancid decay that smells worse than a maggot’s minge would be too disgusted to set foot in it.

In any just universe it would be scraped off the face of the Earth like the leprous scab it is and dropped into the core of the sun to burn for a billion years.

Barry Island is a cunt. And it’s not even a fucking island.

Nominated by: Chimp Licker

National Union of Students

Well fuck me sideways, the old BBC continue to mollify the snowflake dark keys. It seems those delicate flowers need “counseling” to recover from the death of old lag George Floyd:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-nottinghamshire-53024298

They need vast resources of mental health workers, niot to mention the expense to “mourn” or “have closure” on a scumbag they never met.

Every day this week their “news” (sic) website has included one of these “why are we treated so bad” stories, each more ludicrous than the last.

I suspect the BBC are encouraging race riots so they will have another big story when the Covid19 soap opera ends it’s daily afternoon broadcast on BBC1, which I doubt they can drag in for much longer 7 days a week.

Nominated by: W. C. Boggs