Apologies for the rude subject line.
Herewith some laments for women being treated badly by men.
An arsehole not worth the title "man" that my sister had been keen on is getting married this coming weekend. Thank you for miracles and small mercies...
We warned her against this horrible beastly thing which can’t possibly be classified as a human being but a dis-compassionate box (explanation to follow another time). The heart is a strange thing however and she did not listen to her dysfunctional family which now turns out to be a pretty normal, warm and caring family.
This conspicuous waste of space prat-man pursued her blatantly and with surprising arrogance not dissimilar to a sty-pig unawares of its true status in the social circle. So his High & Mighty Low Scum Nutter hop-skipped & jumped away completely unscathed.
The knob (a literal debatable subject) pretended for months that he was very ill and going to die soon and relied heavily on her for emotional support. He did not die...
The myopic poisonous bug allowed his BAPISS vicar (well done for my sister who still can’t manage to say Baptist) prophesizing that SHE is EVIL. Oh not a terribly vicar-y thing to say, eh? Two pug-faced broods. I must admit to never having set eyes on this man (gladly so), but I have also never seen face to face with the species of unfortunate dogs called pugs.
Yeah and the Devil wears Prada so our "sick" friend better watch out for angel Gabriel and his army appearing unexpectedly one soppy rainy day...
So, having said this I feel better and able to breathe again. Letting go of this dis-concert-undigested-conbobbledybob on a lovely chilly pre-weekend day.
Do you think I will get away carefully selecting, wrapping and sending a jar of poisonous chillies to this living entity as a wedding gift?