
(Readers, kindly refer to the infamous prologue of Star Wars). Not long ago, not far away from Kuala Lumpur, a Holier-than-thou was very irked with my blog, in which in return, had irked me. And thus, I deliver this message, along with flaunting more of my inner Amazon. And uh… hope her husband would love them.
The upright matronly mother of two tried her best to spread The Good News again, but I told her I rather spread my legs. Who didn’t know I was already a notorious backsliding for more than 20 years?
She insisted The Jehovah-sent Chastity Belt, saying that it was the priceless jewel in universe, but I politely refused, concluded that I always preferred The Whore of Babylon’s Bikini.
As she went on with her Gospel screaming, Bible thumping, pulpit smashing, she subconsciously displayed her extreme nervous and ultra anxious of her age, which was a year older than I am. And I had learnt that her husband was 5 years YOUNGER than she was.
Alright. Here are the useful tips to detect a matronly Holier-than-thou. Hypocrisy may do harm. The hallmarks are: Wearing long, covered, all buttoned up, outdated attires. Having a rotund, chunky body shape. Usually an educator or a disciplinarian. Having a poorly maintained Nancy Kwan bob. Usually talks and walks her way authoritatively. Express extreme disgust and loath when seeing anyone doing anything provocative, e.g. wearing revealing attires or displaying homosexuality. Have low opinions on everything that do not go along with her dogma. Speaking pidgin English while bragging her linguistic skills.
Well, from my generalization, her husband MAY involve in an extramarital affair. So good luck when the chips are down.