A swift cunting for all these sagging meatsacks of the female variety who get starkers on calendars, for various charidees. Or sometimes just for workplace social progressivism.
Now some of the causes may be worthy perhaps, but this seems to me a cheap double standard in my eyes, eyes which have been assaulted by funbags hanging below the navel and bingo wings suffering from a case of flesh rot. Why is this gross violation tolerated, but tight and able bodied women can’t work clothed to promote F1? Money is exchanged in both instances afterall.
Maybe I’m seeing this all wrong and I’m the cunt here. I just don’t want to see giggly-jiggly grandmas on display to be frank.
Nominated by The Big Chunky Cunty



