Nurse Nookie: Laughing since 1984.
Down below, Earl astutely notes that:
Sure she might not appeal to Boxer from her photo…but her 3d self certainly knew which buttons to push in this guy to have him fall into the trap.
The poor old geezer at top left was Johnnie Albritton. If you read the caption, you know only part of the story.
My nigga Johnnie was married to some woman who took ill with cancer, ’round about 1980. Soon after the diagnosis, Johnnie hired a nurse to look after his wife and little kids. The nurse is the smiling old bitch in top right of the photo.
Johnnie’s wife died, around 1983. By this time, Nurse Nookie had (in Earl’s parlance) pushed all the right buttons, and had my man Johnnie hooked on her cunt/ass/mouth. Johnnie laid his wife to rest, but skank-ho nurse stayed on in the house.
Only months after burying his spouse, Johnnie came home from work one night to meet his new wimminz, who informed him that his little girl had, for some reason, blown her own brains out with a handgun.
Must have been suicide. Kid was depressed about losing mom. Sure.
No doubt the kid was disgusted also, by the daily sight of her weak-willed father, who so easily fell into plowing the help, while dear old mom was sick in bed. Johnnie subsequently planted his daughter, next to her mom, in the family plot, down at the county boneyard.
Only a year after this, Johnnie was found dead in his home. Nurse Nookie called the sheriff, all in tears. It was a burglary gone bad. He surprised the crooks. Sure. Sure.
The sheriff became suspicious when he only found fingerprints and physical evidence from skank-ho nurse at the crime scene. He ordered bitch to come in for a polygraph, and she initially agreed, but later decided she couldn’t make it. More appointments were scheduled, and all were broken…
She had an appointment out of town.
She shot herself by accident (lots of guns going off in this bitch’s vicinity, no?)
Her own dear mother was sick.
etc. etc. ad infinitvm
Naturally, the cunt pass was in full effect down at the D.A. office. Sheriff was told to back off, and quit harassing this poor grieving widow…
Now, some three-and-a-half decades later, the sheriff’s office finally found someone to help them. It wasn’t the D.A. or the local cucked Christian priest or the lying town journalists. It was a trashy tee-vee reality show. They broke the news he had known all along. Bitch killed her man. Bitch also probably killed the little girl, and my money is on bitch killing the woman she was originally hired to care for, too.
Nurse Nookie has had a really good time, since 1985, spending all the money that rightly belonged to my man Johnnie’s little girl, his wife, and most importantly, the man who made the money, who she coldly dispatched with a shotgun.
Down below, Sue wrote:
Hey Boxer, if you honestly believe that wimminz are so terrible, you might seriously consider having no further forni-sessions with your [beeches], or any other wimminz for that matter. Seriously, dude, on the one hand yer totally spewing bile about women, and then on the other, you seem to think fornicating is okay. Uhm, yer talking out of both sides of your mouth.
Sue can not quit posting here for all the same reasons that my bitches eagerly get down on all fours to take dick on command. Contrary to what anon and Roosh V. will tell you, it has very little to do with ‘game’. I don’t offer the bitches lots of money or time or attention. A bitch might get a five dollar taco or cup of starbucks if it serves my interests, but probably not. I don’t pretend to be a thug or a playa or a zillionaire or a guy with stratospheric social status. I just tell the bitches how it is.
Every bitch I have fucked in the last two years knows exactly how I feel, including Sue.
You are a filthy, lying wimminz. You are a whore. If you are lucky, I might allow you to be my whore, on a part-time, temporary basis.
I will give you exactly nothing in material terms, in return for you falling to your knees, worshipping my cock, and agreeing to be defiled in any way which amuses me.
The one concession I will give in return is an iron-clad promise not to let your bitch friends know that I know you are exactly what you are, in word and in deed.
There are women who aren’t whores, but in the class of all women, there is the set of all wimminz, and every wimminz is a whore.
In modern society, the set of all wimminz has a countable, finite, but incredibly large cardinality.
Johnnie’s wife may not have been a wimminz, but Johnnie’s whore nurse was certainly a wimminz.
Jeff Bezos’ wife may not have been a wimminz, but the whore Bezos cheated on her with was most definitely a wimminz.
If more young brothers got woke to this simple truth, there would be no more Jeff Bezos style divorces, and there would be no more dead dumbasses, who previously buried their wives and children in short order.