Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Thursday, 17 November 2016

Sincerity & Honesty In The Age Of Hook Up Culture

The Fart Game is for men and for men only, ladies. Hell, you're not even doing it right. There was a time - so I'm told, that our women were demure queens that were always made up, always dressed to the 9's, and would rather die than chit themselves in public.

If you are hellbent on playing the Fart Game ladies, do it right: go big or go home! The other day over at Uncle Bob's treehouse I cut the cheese and laughed as the boys retched and gagged! Take that, ya pussies!!! My conduct was beyond dispute; I took ownership of my indiscretion, and let the boys know exactly who was in charge at that point in time.

Then Quartermain opened up with a barrage that left us deaf! The dead flies bounced around in the light fixtures like dice in a cup...the windows rattled in their panes... dust drifted down from the rafters and the noise scared the living chit out of the cat! We didn't have any sophisticated instrumentation to measure... but we're pretty sure he hit a perfect 10 on the Rectum Scale. It was Hell On Earth! GAH!

I was going to give out some scholarly lecture of the Manosphere persuasion on proper male/female relationships and conduct... but sadly, I don't do all that well around women either.

Can't imagine why...


  1. Dammit! DAMMIT! I gotta stop reading these blogs at work! For the second time today, I read something that made me laugh so hard that I ...leaked... I thought myself a prepper, but my bugout bag could only handle one episode of "liquid laughter!" I guess the snake needs to pretend it's an eel 'till quitin' time...

    Life is a CRUEL teacher...


    1. Diapers are a good idea for all of us Pete. Perhaps I need to present a scholarly lecture on the evils of white underwear for men in the near future too...