Let's Hope We Don't Go Apocalyptic...
Because there's a bunch of you bitches who can't support other bitches for shit.
Buy your Bitchface a big ass cup of coffee. I'm tired, and the bitching isn't finished.
So, with all of the crazy shit happening with the Ukraine and blah, blah…I have been planning to use my zombie apocalypse plan as my nuclear fallout plan. This, of course, means I’m taking Puffin and we’re heading to Montana so we can pick off weirdos from high vantage points, and wait for shit to look a lot less like fuckery.
This has been my zombie apocalypse plan since the days of Resident Evil, and I am pretty confident in my ability to sit comfortably or be close enough to Nowhere, Canada, that Puffin and I still have brains next week. However, all that group-up shit, I’m not with the program.
This is mostly due to watching so many hateful bitches completely tear down every broad around them for the simple point of doing so. Instead of bro coding, we’re out here just selling out homegirl for her fake lashes, and 3 different baby daddies. Now what the fuck do fake lashes and baby daddies have to do with the apocalypse?
Exactly. Not a fucking thing.
I wouldn’t trust some of you face chewing hussies if it was to cross the street and back, never mind actually needing to rely on you for survival. Because if I know anything, it’s a bitch that will spill all your dirt as soon as your back is turned, that’s the same bitch that will steal your MRE stash.
And if I bought those MRE’s from the Army-Navy Surplus on clearance, then dammit, I’m eating those MRE’s. Don’t make me have to take them.
There aren’t but a handful of broads I would feel comfortable enough around to watch my back while sleeping in shifts. Some of them, I wouldn’t even take my shift, because sleep deprivation is more trustworthy than the bitch supposedly watching my back.
This is why we’re going to be on some 28 Days Later shit if we ever do go apocalyptic. We won’t have a damned soul to stand for us, because we’ll all have alienated one another over the last piece of shit baby daddy on Earth, and the remainder of us will have decided this isn’t worth the hassle to rebuild. Fuck it, I’ll find a cave and chill.
I know that if tomorrow, shit devolved overnight into an all-out ball out, I’m loading Puffin, some MRE’s, and some big .40 action, and we’re taking the scenic route. All by ourselves, because I know she won’t throw me to the zombies because she wants my Kate Spade backpack full of first aid supplies. Puffin is a rider, she’s not letting any corpses steal her Mom’s skullcandy.
Part of being safe as women are knowing we can trust other women. We can turn to them when things are not adding up, and they’ll help us get out of the danger zone. Yet, time and again, we’re failing at this. We’re not assisting one another, we’re calling one another drunk ass hos instead of realizing one of us got GHB shooters at the last bar we were in.
There isn’t any good reason to tear down the women around you, especially those needing assistance. If I turned my back on women needing help, I’d be as worthless as the dudes that are beating them. And, psssh…tuh huh…never ever that.
Why not try to recognize a woman in trouble when you see one? Maybe, if you can’t assist her, at least refrain from pointing and trying to shame that woman. If a woman is in a bad situation, she doesn’t need your elitist ass piping up to tell her where she fucked up. Bitch, she knows she fucked up. What good is this dumb shit doing her now?
Go cram your should-haves directly up your ass, Susan. We’ve heard enough.
My point is this; when you know you have nothing helpful to say to a woman who is clearly limping away from a disaster, try shutting the fuck up.
This has been a PSA, actually. I really should have labeled it as such.
What kind of skull fucked twat isn’t going to stand up for someone? Seriously. I don’t care if you have 17 kids by 17 different fathers, how exactly is that my business? Are you hurt? Are you frightened? That IS my business! I don’t care who has sex with whom ( again has literally nothing to do with me.) My only question is “ are you happy”. You are a potential friend ( whoever you are) until you show me otherwise
Let’s see them judge when the bottom falls out for them too. Eventually, for one reason or another, we’re all knocked to our knees by life. They’ll need a hand up too, the nitwits