Danone - arsed women

The Danone - arsed woman is a phenomenal species which never fails to amaze me. I'm not sure if they are unique to Ireland, but there certainly seem to be a lot of them around lately. Danone - arsed woman can be defined in the following manner. They are invariably overweight, and most of this weight lodges in the buttocks area.

They can usually be found wandering aimlessly around supermarket aisles, with gi-normous arse cheeks wobbling inside of the grey cotton tracksuit bottoms, on the rare ocassions in which they move suddenly. They bring up their ferral brats to believe that adults should be seen, and not heard.

Danone - arse woman thinks that her obvious lack of a brain / manners plus arse - weight / general weight / dressing like an escaped mental patient can be overlooked. Not only because she is ignorant, but drinks a little vial - like bottle of 'Danone' every day. Yes, it says great things on the Ads., so it must be true! Oh, and they also drive Minibuses ( sorry, I mean MPV's ).

I came across two prime examples of D.A. woman last week - in the one go. I turn at a juntion to find an oncoming Opel Zafira blocking my way. A D.A. woman with big hair is talking to a clone in another Minibus going the other way. I hang back, but though having seen me, the Zafira woman has no intention of moving either in or forward. I duly pull right up to the front of the Zafira. She gives me a look and keeps on talking for the best part of a minute.

I think the rescession is a great thing. Not only will it make Danone - arsed woman get some shape resembling a human back, but hopefully they will no longer be able to afford to drive minibuses which they can't drive.