I plan on having a new “Fuck you” post every Friday, but this post had to be postponed from last Friday because of the blogging duel. So better late than never.
This is a post mainly for the ladies, although there may be some male readers who have had first-hand experience with pantyhose. That’s cool, I don’t judge. But if you’re not one of those gentlemen, this post will probably be of little interest. So for your enjoyment, I offer this classic:
And now for today’s “Fuck You.”
I loathe you, pantyhose. You come in only two sizes: Elephant Leg and Death Grip. They both suck ass. You have no redeeming features. NONE. You’re hot and sweaty, even in the winter. You haven’t the slightest idea how to fit. You pinch, bind, constrict, sag, bunch, and twist up inexplicably . . . why don’t you just jam bamboo strips under my fingernails, you hateful little shit?
And you know the worst thing about you, you stupid hose? You’re weak and pathetic. I can put on a brand-new pair of you and you start to run immediately. I might be able to distract you briefly with a dab of clear nail polish, but invariably you freak out and run somewhere else. Sometimes you spontaneously form giant holes just for funsies. Thanks for wasting my money, you fucking losers. I lost count of how many mornings you made me late for work, how many times you caused me to curse uncontrollably, how many times I wanted to rip you into shreds, set you on fire, and dump your ashes in that mystery liquid on the subway tracks.
Here’s how much you suck: criminals wear you over their heads so people can’t tell what they look like. So you’re either directly causing harm by inflicting massive discomfort and misery when we wear you, or you’re indirectly causing harm by aiding and abetting felons. Good job, assholes.
You’re proof that if there is a God, he’s definitely male. Because a female God would never have allowed you to exist. You are to humans what Windows is to PC users—we hate you, but we use you because we don’t have many alternatives. I pray for the day when women everywhere realize how horrific you are and decide to banish you from the face of the earth. You deserve it. You’ve enraged us long enough.
Fuck you, you odious pieces of nylon. Fuck you a lot.
Fear No Weebles 