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Trunign ponts
Whatever…
Number 42 in the series, apparently! How many roads must a man walk down before he reaches a turning point, eh? OK, one, I suppose, as if he was on a second road he would presumably already have passed a turning point. OK, so not a good analogy, but you see what I’m trying to say here, right? Erm… anyway, I’ll just get on with the not-quite-femdom captions, now.
Books and bookwomen
Naturally, as a high-profile influencer, I get sent all manner of free materials, although regrettably few outright bribes. Most of this stuff goes straight in the bin, or is pulped and force-fed to me, depending on my SO’s mood, but I thought some of the upcoming book titles publishers are pushing might be of interest to those few of my readers who do more than look at the pictures and flick the ‘page down’ key with their spare hand. So, without further ado (what is ‘ado’ anyway?), here are some of those publishers’ blurbs.
I don’t have any information on the likely publication dates for these titles, but they should be available in all disreputable bookshops, so just keep an eye out.
Love conquers all
So it’s best to offer unconditional surrender.
There’s no pleasing some people
I’m glad to say.
NB, nursenicoclinic appears no longer to be operating (pun intended) but if anyone can find someone to whom I should be crediting the image of this lovely if occasionally rather malpractising lady, please speak up.
Brisk and to the point
Think of all the fun I’ve missed
Oh, you can wait, surely? So selfish… |
Accessorise! |
I wouldn’t say ‘peaked’ exactly. It continued to rise for a bit, then fell off a cliff, so to speak. |
Heroine addiction
My SO says I’m a sore loser and I indeed, I usually am. |
She’ll forget, so why shouldn’t he? |
She’s shortly to embark on an exciting project to test the effect of repeated applications on saliva on shoe-leather, just as soon as she secures the funding. |
I’ve been declared mentally incapable – physically too, come to think of it – by many women, but never formally. |
Painfully accurate
Thank goodness for that. Generally, this blog disapproves of the use of painkillers on men – just seems wrong and counterproductive, somehow – but this could be an exception. |
It’s for her book club. They’re meeting here this week, I think – you still OK to serve the snacks? |
Just goes to show it’s not all about the money. |
Oooh… romantic evening ahead! |
Angghwagh Mughwough! |
Contemplating the Devine
Impressively, one of the top search terms from visitors to this blog is a spelling mistake. So this is a special post to celebrate the tens of thousands of pageviews by ‘readers’ who cannot spell the word ‘divine’.
Welcome, guys (I think we can safely assume the gender balance of this particular sample swings heavily male). Just thought I should give you a shout out…you’ve been slowly typing the wrong word into Google for so many years now. Yay! Morons.
I’m aware of course that many of my ‘readers’ may not be native English speakers, so calling these people morons is unnecessarily insulting and might not be entirely fair. But – DUH! – this is a blog for males who enjoy being unnecesarily insulted and treated unfairly – remember? Morons.
Hey, guys, you know you should try booking a schoolboy session with one of those severe English schoolteacher dommes some time? You’d be really good at it. Take some cold cream for the journey home.
On with the devine imiges…
Males don’t really need lobotomies, truth be told. Still, if it makes the little woman happy, you might as well let her have her way, hmm? |
In the end, she just went for a more direct approach. |
Yum. |
Whimper. |