my innermost sanctum

cunning bird's

i just don't get it with some bird's. you know, the average bimbo [anyone possesses less than an IQ of 130 qualifies as such] -but-is-actually-a-twattin-scheming-cunt-if-you-scratch-the-surface-knowwotimean? type who is a mighty waste of space.

so why am i ranting? i just feel the need to write this down, for posterity's sake. and that i'm really amazed how daft and easily misled fella's [i don't mean you's, my dear reader's unless your one of em - no offence meant] can be when the average bimbo-but-is-actually-a-twattin-scheming-cunt-if-you-scratch-the-surface-knowwotimean? turns on her "charm".

or tells em her fuckinly sad sob story. or how she couldn't cope with some tragedy that only seemed to befall on only her not anybody else on this wee blue marble. wimp's.

or more specifically, employs every trick in the book to get the bloody fool. coupled with ulterior motives of course. regardless if he's married, engaged, or simply not interested in these average bimbo-but-is-actually-a-twattin-scheming-cunt-if-you-scratch-the-surface-knowwotimean?, some even go to the extent of stayin in touch with the sad git's even though it's effin clear the relationship is off-limits.

like, a so-called happily married bird with "best" [or is it potential bed-?] mates on the side. or the hard-up twat textin that "good" friend of hers and who doesn't give a fuck if the missus chanced upon the text message. tsk, tsk, no sense of shame. and of course other such varieties which anyone with half a brain could even name.

and havin observed why these average bimbo-but-is-actually-a-twattin-scheming-cunt-if-you-scratch-the-surface-knowwotimean? for moon's, i could name the filmsy excuses [as opposed to reason's] behind their motive's. like, their otherhalf's ain't payin em much attention as before. or these otherhalf's aint as excitin in bed anymore. or simply because their target drives that posh car. or even that their particular target earns more dosh than their otherhalf's do in a year.

and they'd not give up until em daft and easily-misled fella's are finally trapped. hohoho.

see what i meant by filmsy excuses? call me a prude, but is there of any wonder how extra-marital affairs started? homo mongoloidis human's - both birds and blokes - being what they are, they will never be satisfied. especially those who possess less than an IQ of 130. no, let me rephrase that. especially those who don't have a shred of common sense and propriety. and dignity.

so the whole point of this rant? i wonder how these average bimbo-but-is-actually-a-twattin-scheming-cunt-if-you-scratch-the-surface-knowwotimean? could even sleep at night would react if the tables were turned.

and admittedly, i wonder how i would react if i face such a situation. without givin the impression to my fella that i'm some fuckin weaklin who has to resort to one of her birdly tantrum's. let me rephrase that: without any blood-lettin.