Things I Do Not Understand

Things I do not understand or can only guess at their attraction. Like, for example, men with flabby tits and pointy nipples born of advancing years then stretching tight T-Shirts pronouncing accumulated virility encapsulated within? I can only assume it is because they think they are morphing into women and this is their way of attracting new conquests to their cause?

Conservatism? The black and white politics that does not require thinking thus enabling such deviants to make all the wrong decisions; or socialism…the exact opposite; too much thinking with no solid results?

Camping a mystery that is only explained by the curious desire to watch the sun rise over ones morning erection?

Do campers stoop and scoop their own feces; or do they hover over an open bucket not knowing that all the wildlife are hiding behind shrub and tree tittering behind cute little Disney hands?

Sardines? A great game for pre-claustrophobic lust-poisoned teens to play; but to eat?

Save for the power of Marmite the British have not invented a recipe that is laced with flavour or imagination, why? Too busy conquering? or perfecting an accent that is so fluffy it would seem obligatory that they would invent great food? HP sauce notwithstanding. (PS Marmite is the enemy of humanity.)

These are but a few examples of what I do not understand. Perhaps, in future days, I may brighten your world with more such forays into my frail thoughts? In the meantime if you have explanations for any of the above or have things you need explaining please contact me. . .no fees will apply this is a gratuitous service offered by His Wicksness the Egregious.

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