It has not escaped notice that the feminista misogynist cunts are getting a fine old head of steam up in the Guardian, on Panorama and on Channel 4 ect ect about reclaiming the use of the anglo-saxon epithet, “cunt”. Usual suspects such as Harman, Greer, Caitlin Moran ect, ect blame blogging on the internet (surely not) and proclaim outrage at its use as a term of abuse. What a load of cock.

Bugger me if I know, but why are fillies so obsessed with their cunts? They bejazzle ‘em, Brazilian ‘em, and generally femfresh ‘em and whip ‘em out after a few sherberts to entice and ensnare. An item, let us be frank, that in its unvarnished state, smells like a decidedly iffy and very whiffy fillet of fish from the reduced section orf the Co-Op. Dare to decline the offer and one is whacked around the bollocks with charges orf male misogyny and worse. MM – the new leprosy.

Now if any of you young fellow me lads intend to take that fatal step into eternal servitude may I council at least a close shufti at the filly’s dam. That biting prussic tongue, that sagging arse, those tits swinging like a pendulum in a grandfather’s clock. That, dear hearts, will be your beloved in years to come. Take it from one with previous. Generations of Stokes’ have replenished the family coffers by marrying ugly women with money. Delude yourselves now about her finer points but Tempus will fucking Fugit.

Many are the poor young lads that have been scarred for life by their first faceful of the female pudenda and the fillies wonder why it is used as a term of abuse. That mantrap – so difficult to enter but once in, impossible to escape – is a cunt.

Male Misogynist? Moi?

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke