I voted for the girls – I could hardly do anything else – given that as a member of the fairer gender myself, I won the Outer Hebridean Spiteful C*NT Of The Year (With Merit) Award eight years running, ensuring a month’s supply of free peat for the fire and all the salted herring I could slap other wimmin’s faces with.
I slapped with impunity from the comfort of my peat warmed croft. They were queuing down the hill for one of my notorious pescatarian biffings. Really they were.
I also cliped to the Postmistress that the postie was reeking of whisky when he delivered my ‘Big Boys Monthly.’
This case is closed. :roll: