Fata Morgana
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To quote the great Bard himself (Hudson in Aliens) "I say we grease that rat-fuck son of a bitch right now."
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i'd rather she wore a gag.Would she wear one stacked shoe instead?
no, it has its place. babies left disabled by gross neglect, they need the money for proper care, the hospital only fixes the issues if it costs them. sometimes. but not this bloody time.
i'm sorry about my mother too. I've been sorry about her for as long as I can remember.
That money shouldn't come from the NHS. I'd take it from a hundred City firms, or a thousand oligarchs, or the Trident replacement programme, before taking it from an organization dedicated to saving and improving lives.
I was on 32mg per day after my surgery. Didn't get a single buzz from it but it does work great on pain.
I'm not feeling very social lately. Probably a post birthday pre Christmas hang over.
Ok! So I went to the bar where my husband hangs out/lives to talk to him about what we are going to do with our house. Now, I had stopped in on a whim and I didn't think about football being on. He was less than thrilled to see me. I sat down at the bar between him and the owner. The bar is packed with his friends and I can't even imagine what lies he has told them about me. Anyway, he tries to be sneaky and take out his cell phone and tries to record our conversation. Because I have eyes, I see him and tell him that "according to Pa wire tap law it is unlawful for you to record our conversation". This confuses and angers him. We have our convo and as I am getting ready to leave he wants to show me pics of our kids he put on FB.
Me: "Did you know that you have me blocked from your FB?"
Him: Snorts. "of course, I do-I don't want you to know what I am doing."
This really pisses me off.
Me: "Is this because I am a total cunt?"
Him: "Don't say that word."
Me: "Ohhh, its ok for you to treat me like a cunt but I am not allowed to call myself a cunt. That makes sense" (roll my eyes)
Bar Owner: "Hey!! You are in Tom's house now!"
Me: "EXCUSE ME??" Now everyone is watching this play out. "Do you really think that I didn't know that he lives here, for fuck's sake!" I grab my things to leave. As I am walking out the door, this nasty bitch that he is friends with yells: "TEAM TOM!!!" (now, a million things run quickly through my mind such as Team Edward vs. Team Jacob and WTF did that bitch just say???) I spin around in the door.
Everyone has turned to look at me.
Me-yelling: "Team Tom? Are you fucking kidding me?? This is Tom's house, RIGHT??? "Well thanks to this place, and all of you, Tom is being divorced and Tom no longer lives in a real fucking house-he lives in a shitty 2 bedroom apartment. GO TEAM TOM!"
And I left without tripping or anything. Woot woot.
You sound like Oscar Wilde. Are you lying on a chaise longue right now, smoking Sobranies through a twelve inch amber cigarette holder?Ah, youth.
Wow. Thank you.Wow, my condolences...
...even a wide-openly large asshole as I can see what a dick the guy you chose to marry and have kids with is.
Reads like you're totally over him, too.
So why not join all the other bitter, ex-old lady Playgrounders on the GB and start showing your fucking tits already...
...'cause you just might really need a gratuitously pathetic shoulder to whine on when your kids start hating you bit by bit as your venom for their dad can't help but be known to them, too.
Good thing then, eh, you have the anonymous safety of the 'net to bad mouth and demean your husband only according to your side of an always sad, two-sided story, and will no doubt be encouraged to do so more by your ilk here as you already have been.
I truly doubt America will ever care enough to actually realize how much harm to children such bitter divorces cause...
Shut up and get off this part of the 'net - spend all of that time with your kids, whose good souls are what's at stake here...
...man-up and sacrifice your deeply-dented pride for their goodwill: don't do your stupid bar trick again or anything like it - this isn't a case at all whether you're right and he's wrong.
If you can't submit your big time butthurt and deeply broken heart - yea, your overtly obvious and published bitterness - to the greater fact that the happiness factor for the rest of your children's lives is in pure peril right now...
...I will guarantee you that they will live the rest of their lives with at least a dab of hate for both of you - fully thanks to the hateful selfishness of both of you.
That's if you're lucky; woe is to the parent who so self-servingly infects her or his child with too much of his own or her own hate...
...for there may be no hate more destructive in this entire world overall than the hate a child is forced to inherit from the hate his or her mother and father hold for each other.
HARK!
Wow. Thank you.
Me-yelling: "Team Tom? Are you fucking kidding me?? This is Tom's house, RIGHT??? "Well thanks to this place, and all of you, Tom is being divorced and Tom no longer lives in a real fucking house-he lives in a shitty 2 bedroom apartment. GO TEAM TOM!"
And I left without tripping or anything. Woot woot.
I didn't know they gave that after sex changes-I would have guessed an anti-inflammatory"
Iyou, too. Regardless of your gender.
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I switched from male to female but decided to switch back. Now my junk just sort of hangs there like a wilted cucumber.![]()
Wow. Thank you.
That......was ballsy and brilliant. Holy hell, Team Cunt all the way.
I like pickles. Just saying. Do your balls look like pickled onions?
holy fuck.
i knew there was a good reason i put that ignorant piece of rancid dog shit on ignore.
its one thing to live a life of colossal stupidity, its quite another live one filled to the ears with abject bitterness and self-loathing. somehow eyesore has managed to accomplish both.
I'm not feeling very social lately. Probably a post birthday pre Christmas hang over.
Ok! So I went to the bar where my husband hangs out/lives to talk to him about what we are going to do with our house. Now, I had stopped in on a whim and I didn't think about football being on. He was less than thrilled to see me. I sat down at the bar between him and the owner. The bar is packed with his friends and I can't even imagine what lies he has told them about me. Anyway, he tries to be sneaky and take out his cell phone and tries to record our conversation. Because I have eyes, I see him and tell him that "according to Pa wire tap law it is unlawful for you to record our conversation". This confuses and angers him. We have our convo and as I am getting ready to leave he wants to show me pics of our kids he put on FB.
Me: "Did you know that you have me blocked from your FB?"
Him: Snorts. "of course, I do-I don't want you to know what I am doing."
This really pisses me off.
Me: "Is this because I am a total cunt?"
Him: "Don't say that word."
Me: "Ohhh, its ok for you to treat me like a cunt but I am not allowed to call myself a cunt. That makes sense" (roll my eyes)
Bar Owner: "Hey!! You are in Tom's house now!"
Me: "EXCUSE ME??" Now everyone is watching this play out. "Do you really think that I didn't know that he lives here, for fuck's sake!" I grab my things to leave. As I am walking out the door, this nasty bitch that he is friends with yells: "TEAM TOM!!!" (now, a million things run quickly through my mind such as Team Edward vs. Team Jacob and WTF did that bitch just say???) I spin around in the door.
Everyone has turned to look at me.
Me-yelling: "Team Tom? Are you fucking kidding me?? This is Tom's house, RIGHT??? "Well thanks to this place, and all of you, Tom is being divorced and Tom no longer lives in a real fucking house-he lives in a shitty 2 bedroom apartment. GO TEAM TOM!"
And I left without tripping or anything. Woot woot.