Insights into a Bimbo's Mind

Grow up!

A long, long time ago, this young chap bought himself a brand new expensive car and is very proud of it. “Ahhhh”, he thought, “My car is soooo cool and soooo unique. Everybody in the whole wide world is going to be sooooo envious of me. My car is one in a million! Muahwahwahwahwahwahwaaa!!!”

With much pride and joy, he drove his car to work everyday and parked his car at the most prominent spots in the company’s outdoor car park, right smack in front of the office lobby entrance. “Ahhh”, he thought, “Nobody will ever miss my car this way! Muahwahwahwahwahwwaaa!”

2 weeks later, one morning, suddenly he was told of some terrible, terrible news. It was reported that there is a sighting of another girl driving a car similar to his that morning. Upon hearing the news, he immediately dashes to the window to look outside. What he saw before him totally bewildered him.

Outside the office, he caught sight of a bimbo, with an ultra-gleeful expression on her face, zoooming up and down, up and down the office outdoor car park, obviously looking for another prominent spot to park her brand new car. Same colour, same model, same design, same car!! What the fuck!!!??? “WHO THE HELL IS SHE!!??? “, he roars…. The earth shook, the wind howled, the windows rattled… Somebody timidly runs up to him and whispers something in his ears… Suddenly, his frown turned into a smile and he says,

“Ahh...That car driven by that bimbo? It’s white man’s money”…

You know, it’s really funny. I was just wondering, were those words meant to protect the manhood? The masculinity? It’s just like automatically saying someone is a mistress when you see a young girl driving an expensive car. It’s probably a self attempt of putting some justice back into the world or to restore your faith in God? And since this bimbo is NOT someone’s mistress, you go down to the skin color? Desperately trying to find the flaw somewhere?

Listen here, boy. So what if the bimbo is driving a car her husband bought and she didn’t have to pay a single cent for it? If you had to do five day jobs and seven night jobs just to afford that car, it’s your bloody problem. You can threaten to compare dick size with my white man husband or even better, you can sell kueh teow soup during lunch time to all our colleagues to afford to have that car of yours serviced next month. I really don't care but just bloody GROW UP, will ya?

And that parking spot right smack in front of the office lobby? It's MINE!

posted by Miki-C @ 3:45 PM