Women better than men, again

WOMEN are officially much better than men, the Euro 25 final has proved for the second time. 

By beating Spain to win their second Euros in a row, England’s female footballers have settled once and for all the question of which sex is superior because it is without doubt the women.

Nathan Muir of Northampton said: “We had a good run. Pulling the wool over everyone’s eyes, claiming to be good at stuff, all that. But it’s over now.

“Once a team of women cruises to the final of the Euros, putting four past the Netherlands, six past Wales and then beats Spain on penalties to lift the trophy, then there’s no hiding it. Men are a load of shit.

“Football’s the ultimate yardstick, surely? There’s no more accurate indicator of quality than the beautiful game. And the girls beat everyone to retain a trophy the lads can’t even win in the first place. Case closed.

“I’ve apologised to the wife, I’ve accepted my place as society’s underdog, and I’ve fired off an email to the boss demanding I and all other male employees be paid 7.9 per cent less than the women, backdated to the start of the tournament.

“Sorry girls. We’re such a bunch of arrogant dicks that we fooled ourselves into thinking we were better. Thanks for showing us how wrong we were.”

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Women make greatest friendship of life in nightclub toilet

TWO women have forged the strongest friendship of their lives in a brief late-night encounter in a nightclub toilet, they have confirmed. 

During a night out at Smack in Leamington Spa, Sophie Rodriguez bonded with Lauren Hewitt so powerfully that even those in the queue desperate for a piss agreed that it was a meeting of souls.

Rodriguez said: “I was crying about my ex when this goddess appeared with a tissue. She seemed to be glowing, though I realise now that was the blue lights they have to stop you injecting.

“She told me I was ‘literally the most stunning girl in the club’, which is nice even though it appeared to be munters’ night, and that ‘whoever he was, he’s a prick’ which was just what I needed to hear.

“She also told me I have ‘main character energy’ which I’m not sure what it means but it sounds great. Before I knew it, I was opening up about the fake bitches I’d come with and she offered to go out there and slap Claire for me, which is just the sweetest thing.

“We took selfies together for Insta with the hashtags #bestfriends and #blessed, and we’re starting a podcast called ‘Two Hot Messes, One Loo’. Some girl shouted ‘Yas queens’ but our bond is so tight that it could never permit another.”

“Her name. Shit. I never got her name.”