God told Jesus to empty the rubbish.The lazy Jew poured bin juice on the UK from whence Preston grew

I started wondering whether my opinion of the UK and its general population: their ignorance, their primitive roots & urges, had been inflated & exaggerated to unrealistic heights in my head. To have full confidence & validity in my disdain I decided to take a little field trip.......

Preston (Lancashire,Uk) on a Saturday night:

Imagine the "club scene" in a small, isolated and backward place like Rawtenstall or Bury. Picture all those genetic anomolies sweating the grease off their foreheads.

Imagine a zoo where the animals hadn't been castrated or sedated. Instead of dozing they strut round wanting to either fuck or kill anything that their eyes chance upon.

Imagine if the mentality of these animals: their intelligence, their morals, their desires, their lack of self-awareness and personal hygience was living inside the minds of men.

Imagine if these animal men were integrated into Bury or Rossendale. Fucking skeg-eyed women, leaving an army of kids behind they feel no love for. Killing off all the weaker males leaving only a small number of violent elite.

Imagine if a few generations of similar behaviour down the linethese people & their families were cloned into hundreds of thousands,shipped out & let loose in a city that they were free to piss all over and mark their own.

Now you have Preston.

Entire main streets filled with gigantic Yates's, Tokyo Jo, the 80s club. R&b, generic pop music drowning the city.

This special new breed of men have a slightly more stringent criteria for judging a potential mate than their animal forefathers.
Attractiveness is defined by:

1. A distinct lack of clothing
2. The blonder & more chemically damaged hair the better
3. A natural, bright orange shade of skin.This year the Oompa Loompa look is definitely sending those men wild

Unfortunately for these men society dictates that they can't just wander up to a female of the same species, start sniffing their crotch & then mount. Our advanced species requires that we must wrestle down their minds with out superior intellect.

"What's your name luv?"

'Donna'

"NO way! That's my favourite name in the world"

man turns to grab his mate & says

"This girl is called Donna, isn't it my favourite name in the world?"

Mate says "yeah, oh yeah...definitely"

First man turns and smiles at the girl.

"ah, I love that name.How weird is that?"

The girl titters and smiles flirtatiously. Powerless to withstand such cunning mind spells she takes the clever bait & is snared. (I'd like to make something better up but as a fly-on-the-wall I must document fact & truth only)

My lack of interest or technique towards any of the truly pitiful Horror-bags around me yielded some interesting results. Middle aged women stroking/questioning my hair, but mainly pulling my cheeks and going "awwwwwwwww! You look cute" whilst making that slightly deranged sound that people make when they start yanking helpless childrens' faces with chubby cheeks. I've noticed a disturbing trend in the UK that the only women who are attracted to me are 30 . The hunger in their eyes is more of wanting to hug me tight all night, chitter-chatter until 9 in the morning, then make sure I left on a full stomach and that my scarf was tightly fastened rather than fucking me unconscious until my cock is broken and dry. Gutted.

The men are an interesting bunch. They all have the same hair cut. If your hair is longer than an inch then you're a "poof." If you don't wear a dark,bland shirt, jeans, or a t-shirt with a number on it then you "think you're special" & are a "Poof." Those who are unfortunate enough to not buy their clothes from top shop and/or whose reasoning behind a hair cut goes beyond "I get out of bed ,ready for the day" are immediately identified as outsiders.

If an outsider shys away from eye contact or conversation then he will be set upon; the pack can smell fear. If an outsider tries to interfere with the "High-grade" "women" then he will draw nasty attention to himself and make innumerable enemies. The best approach is a stern face (don't smile) & a confident stroll with an untouchable aire that suggests you are allied with bouncers or gangsters. This will work fine unless a drought of women occurs. They will then turn their indiscriminate sexual feelings (aggression) into a completely different emotion of mindless, indiscriminate violence. Outsiders beware.

Being an animal means that there is no filter between thought & action: You do whatever comes into your mind & unquestioningly follow instinct, regardless of how it makes you look or how anyone else will feel. They constantly scan the room for any girls right next to them, any girls quite close and time permitting girls far away. Any girls who walks past gets an immediate & thorough full scan. They grin and leer at other pack members when they see something they like. If they are really pleased with what they see then their heads tilt to one side, neck strains forward whilst simultaneously doing a "Home alone" after shave expression with their face, allowing their mouths to hang open and their tongues hang out. Their body leans forward trying to keep their head level with the ever distancing bum. They only snap out of their "arse wiggling" induced trance when they nearly lose balance,falling flat on their flat, featureless faces.

In summary:

Interesting conversation - Zero

Number of women with tribal/chinese tattoos on their lower back - Can't count that high

Attractive women - 1 asian girl

Men who didn't look like they belonged on an England football terrace making monkey noises - 3 who were handing out flyers. They were wankers too though. The annoying stereotypical gays who learnt their trade watching caricature queers like Graham Norton & Julian Clarey. Thought they had style but didn't. Only asian & black men can pull off wearing sparkly studded earings in their lobes, you utter fools.