So says Cilla Blackledge, who has taken a few days off from checking local British newspaper websites in order to stage a "Pussy Protest."
Here she is!
Cilla explains: "I am spending eight hours out of every day doing a knickerless display at my black-painted window sill."
Her hope? "I want to enrage Muzzies. By the beard of the prophet, all they get to see is ugly twats that look like shirveled dates and smell like shit. That's why their women wear burqas.
"Face it, literally, there is nothing on Earth more attractive than Caucasian Crack! Look at those pale pink lips. Look at that tight and inviting slit! That's why I'm showin' my Shauna."
Cilla does admit that her window doesnt even face the street, but, "It's the twat that counts. Uh, I mean the thought that counts. I'm airing my differences."
So far the only incident she's encountered has been "...a fat grimacing American with farty breath, who stood against the window and took a selfie of himself and my crotch. He slipped $40 in American money under the door and asked me to autograph the print he made. He called out that a picture of himself and my twat was much more attractive than the picture he took of himself next to Joan Collins. How sweet."
The only thing more bizarre than Cilla's protest is what Darren Locke is doing: "I shaved off my wife's twat hair and glued some against each cheek as sideburns. I made sure she didn't wash first. Wherever I go, people sniff and say, WHAT A CUNT! Well, in my soft-spoken, goofy-eyed way, I'm hoping this upsets Muslims, who don't trim their wives twats because their wives twats look so much like Mohammad's face."
Darren instantly added, "I never said that. Honestly I didn't. I hope when I open my next Amazon package containing the latest Roger Waters version of The Wall, it's not a bomb!"
Muslims and Christians are actually united in hoping it IS a bomb.
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