Asshats, idiots and timewasters

You promise yourself that you’ll remain calm, dignified and serene but there comes a point when you just want to shout and scream!!

Yep..this is your 5 second warning, I’m going to rant.

Since I have started to sell used panties (the big clue is that I have a panty site) I have received emails from guys who want to know if I sell panties! They also want to know how long I will wear the panties for and how much the panties will cost. They also want to know if I’ll send pics of me wearing the panties and they want me to describe what the pics will look like.

Are they genuine buyers? Are they heck. They are guys who have nothing better to do with their sad little lives than email me in the hope that I’ll spend my precious time giving answers to questions that are so obvious, they would be more than obvious at a party for the most obvious of obviousness.

Perhaps they could be honest and say

‘I really don’t want to pay for your panties so therefore have no intention of actually buying your panties but I’m really turned on at the idea of you telling me that you do sell panties, that they will look like they are used and worn and dirty panties and that they will smell of pussy and that you will send pics of moist panties and a dripping pussy especially for me.

Despite the fact that you’ve spent a considerable amount of time including all the relevant information on your info page I really don’t want to read it, I want to read what you have actually typed to me, so that when I read your email I can have a good old freebie wank, when I’ve done this I will then move onto the next panty seller and ask her if she sells panties’.

I mean come on guys! Would you go into PC World and ask if they sell PCs? Would you go to Macdonalds and ask if they sell burgers? Or perhaps you’d go to Toys R Us and ask if they do indeed actually sell toys.  No you wouldn’t so stop bloody asking me if I sell panties!!!!!!!

Sheeeseh!!!!

The sad fact is that the more crap us genuine girls have the deal with the more chance that we will throw the towel in and say ‘Sod you, it’s just not fun for me anymore‘ and then where will all you guys be then eh? When you do actually pluck up the courage to ORDER we won’t be there.

But Mr Fishy with his oily knicks or Mr Catspiss with his steaming, stinking offerings will welcome you with open cat fur and fish scale covered arms.

Think about it.