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have sent to us are of an intimate nature. If you are of a shy, nervous
disposition, please leave while your pants are still clean |
NOTE FOR THE VERY DIM.
Although every question on these VERY PERSONAL PROBLEMS
pages is a genuine plea for help from some desperately sad tosser, our
witty, literate answers are entirely satirical and NOT
to be taken seriously! What do you mean 'not to be
taken seriously?' Do you mean you're deliberately taking
the piss out of people with very personal problems? We might
be.. You heartless bitches! Look, we
didn't ask the clueless wankers to write to us, did we?
No...but— But what? Well...some of these
people need HELP?! I'll say; so why are they writing to a site
called 'Utterpants'? Where does it say that? At
the top of every page on the site in letters an inch high. Couldn't
you make it a bit more obvious? Well—we could, but then
the desperately sad tossers might not write to us. Would
that be a bad thing? Not for them, obviously. But we'd be well
gutted. Why's that? Well, we couldn't take
the piss out of the desperately sad tossers and their VERY PERSONAL
PROBLEMS, could we? |
'Ann,'
from Mesquite, in the USA, asks: The only fantasy in your relationship is your failure to realise he IS screwing all your friends. Why else do you think he prefers wanking over their panties to having sex with you? 'Carrie,' from Batley, in the UK, asks: If you can't tell your furry front bottom from Cadbury alley I'm afraid you'll just have to bear the pain or stop dating chimney sweeps. 'Gemma' (15), from Crawley, in the UK, asks: Why not say: 'My last boyfriend never complained and he said his willy was on the small side?' 'Louise' (17), from Walsall, in the UK, asks: The reason it doesn't 'go in' is because your boyfriend is a knobhead who doesn't know how to get you wet, you silly girl. Either find yourself a real man who knows how to milk your pussy or get your cat to do it. 'Judy,' (14), from Laguna Niguel, California, in the USA, asks: There's only one solution, Judy. Bend over in full view of everyone on the school bus, lift up your skirt and slide your Barney the Dinosaur panties down your legs so that everyone can see your naked butt. Then invite the friend you're arguing with to sweep out your chocolate chimney. It may not make you feel any better, but it won't cost you a cent and should make you less anally retentive in future. 'Tracy,' from Ottawa, in Canada, asks: I'm sorry, we're not vets, Tracy. Perhaps if you stopped blowing the other dogs in the neighbourhood your beagle wouldn't get so jealous? 'Robert,' from Gateshead, in the UK, asks: Perfectly. If the sensation is accompanied by a burning pain when you pee, we recommend you stop dating the syphilitic, fourteen-year-old chav who tore the condom with her teeth when she blew you, before charging you a bottle of cider to get her pregnant. 'Brittany Lynn,' (15) from Durand, Wisconsin, in the USA, asks: Neither. It means he’s another illiterate victim of Bush’s No Child Left Behind Act. As he can’t read, the only way to tell if he really fancies you is by asking him if he’d like to reach into your panties. Tell him you’ve got a cherry down there for him. 'John,' from Ivybridge, in the UK, asks: Contrary to popular opinion, John, women love it when blokes dress up in lacy undies and pretty frocks. But if you really want to get your partner in the mood, pop an apron on and cook dinner for her. Oven mitts are a huge turn-on to us girls. 'Elizabeth,' from London, asks: I'm afraid you need a bigger pussy, Liz. Unless you plan on waiting nine months for a little bundle of joy to do the job for you, you'll have to do it yourself. You can either use a pair of rubber gloves and an ordinary bathroom plunger or find a doctor with really big feet who can get to the root of your problem. 'Bob,' from Bytown, in Canada, asks: As committed animal lovers we recommend the former, Bob. 'Jarvis,' from Corning, in the USA, asks: Not without a vacuum pump, Jarvis. Because we all know that real life is exactly like the movies, you need something the size of a small truck to get your girl squirting the neighbours in the eye every time you plough her furrow. We suggest you buy her the biggest rabbit you can find and stand well clear. 'R J,' from Bristol, in the UK, asks: I'll say! Have you no manners at all? Depriving that little old lady of your jism is like letting her cross the road on her own. Next time, bring a bottle with you and fill it like gentleman. 'Ria,' from Bristol, in the UK, asks: Just how many willies does your mum usually get to see? We think you should kiss the willy for being such a good Samaritan and slap your mum. 'Sara,' from Dublin, in Eire, asks: It's very unlikely. Your poor pussy is probably working overtime to lubricate the bits you've been rubbing too hard, Sara. Try wrapping your electric toothbrush in Clingfilm or start wanking with something softer, like a penis. 'George,' from Bloemfontein, in South Africa, asks: You are in a state of mortal sin, George, but don't despair—there is way out of your misery. Pray to the blessed St. Lesbia of Sapphos three times a day while thrashing your bottom with nettles. Not only will this absolve your willy of sin, but win the sympathy of good Catholic girls who will want to kiss it better as an act of Christian charity. 'Caleb,' from Manly, Australia, asks: Unless your girlfriend looks like the back of a roo without her clothes on, or has tits the size of a mozzie's arse, the inescapable conclusion is that you're gay. 'Hannah,' from Cambridge, in the UK, asks: Idiot! This is the perfect opportunity for a threesome. Make it an anniversary gift. Show up at their house wearing nothing but a bright pink ribbon cunningly woven into your bush. That way you can have the sex without the guilt and secrecy. 'Jenny,' (14), from Northampton, in the UK, asks: You’re experiencing what psychologists call Penis Envy, darling. Every girl secretly wants a penis and they fantasise about banging other girls with it. That's why lezzas love strap-ons and why women want equal rights in general. Let’s face it, our tiny little clitties, much as we love them, are no substitute for ten inches of throbbing man meat hanging between our legs. Well, we don’t really want an unsightly thing like that down there, but we still want to lick the rest of the human race, much like men do. But whatever they can do, we can do better. Get licking! |
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