Wonderful stories of my ex ( this is for you Raptor-man)
12-05-2002 | 05:01 AM
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Wonderful stories of my ex ( this is for you Raptor-man)
What can I say about a short, overweight, unmotivated, alcoholic, money-spending hypochondriac???
PLENTY!!!
( I'm goin' to hell for this one!!!)
PLENTY!!!
( I'm goin' to hell for this one!!!)
12-05-2002 | 05:21 AM
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OKay, heres a fun little story including booze, crack-whores, public urination and pizza!:
When I was still a mod contractor back in '97, I went to NAS Lakehurst, NJ for two months. My wife had not worked in months, apparently because she didn't feel like it, and came along with me, apparently having no problem with me paying ALL of her credit card bills. Anyway, I thought I had found an acceptable place to stay down by the Boardwalk, and told my wife that she would have to go to work with me the day we moved in because check-out of our existing hotel was 11AM, check-in at the new place was at 4PM. So she came to work, but would not come inside, simply said she was going to nap in the Bronco for a bit. I come out of the hangar at lunch, and the Bronco is gone. So much for lunch. When I come back out at the end of the day, there is the Bronco, parked askew, with my drunk wife inside. Allready being pissed off about lunch launched me into hyperdrive!!! After finally cooling down, I grabbed a large container (the kind that protein powder from GNC comes in) to eat some Chex Mix that was in it. She snaps to and grabs my hand and says, 'your Chex mix isn't in there anymore'. Now I'm really pissed because I'm hungry (from no lunch) and the only food that was around (the chex mix) had been eaten by my wife (or so I thought). Turns out, she dumped out the chex mix behind the truck, and pissed in the container because she was too ashamed to come inside the hangar or go to a public restroom.
But wait! That's not all!!!
We finally get to our new room. I start unloading the truck, and she says she's going up tp a pizza place we passed to get us a pie for dinner. She leaves, and I continue unloading the Bronco. I finally realized that it was not a suitable place to stay when the crack-whore next door asked me 16 times if she could borrow $20. I finally decide to pack up the Bronco and leave, but my wife is nowhere to be found. I finally say '**** it' and begin to drive around to look for her. Low and behold I find her, two blocks away, at a bar (big surprise), even drunker, with an empty pizza box, and a bunch of new friends ( apparently the product of sharing MY pizza with them ).
This is just one of many stories I shall share over the next few weeks. PLease feel free to share your feelings on what a
ing whore, drunk ity ing fat bag piece of you think she was too! The more replies I get, the more stories I share.
When I was still a mod contractor back in '97, I went to NAS Lakehurst, NJ for two months. My wife had not worked in months, apparently because she didn't feel like it, and came along with me, apparently having no problem with me paying ALL of her credit card bills. Anyway, I thought I had found an acceptable place to stay down by the Boardwalk, and told my wife that she would have to go to work with me the day we moved in because check-out of our existing hotel was 11AM, check-in at the new place was at 4PM. So she came to work, but would not come inside, simply said she was going to nap in the Bronco for a bit. I come out of the hangar at lunch, and the Bronco is gone. So much for lunch. When I come back out at the end of the day, there is the Bronco, parked askew, with my drunk wife inside. Allready being pissed off about lunch launched me into hyperdrive!!! After finally cooling down, I grabbed a large container (the kind that protein powder from GNC comes in) to eat some Chex Mix that was in it. She snaps to and grabs my hand and says, 'your Chex mix isn't in there anymore'. Now I'm really pissed because I'm hungry (from no lunch) and the only food that was around (the chex mix) had been eaten by my wife (or so I thought). Turns out, she dumped out the chex mix behind the truck, and pissed in the container because she was too ashamed to come inside the hangar or go to a public restroom.
But wait! That's not all!!!
We finally get to our new room. I start unloading the truck, and she says she's going up tp a pizza place we passed to get us a pie for dinner. She leaves, and I continue unloading the Bronco. I finally realized that it was not a suitable place to stay when the crack-whore next door asked me 16 times if she could borrow $20. I finally decide to pack up the Bronco and leave, but my wife is nowhere to be found. I finally say '**** it' and begin to drive around to look for her. Low and behold I find her, two blocks away, at a bar (big surprise), even drunker, with an empty pizza box, and a bunch of new friends ( apparently the product of sharing MY pizza with them ).
This is just one of many stories I shall share over the next few weeks. PLease feel free to share your feelings on what a
ing whore, drunk ity ing fat bag piece of you think she was too! The more replies I get, the more stories I share.
12-05-2002 | 08:25 AM
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when we first started dating, we both partied a lot. When I started working for Lockheed, I made it clear we had to grow up... a little bit anyway, and she agreed. Things steadily improved in our relationship up until we got married after dating for 2 years. within six months of the wedding everything started going downhill. I'm sure I did my share of things that didn't help, but nothing like the crap she pulled.
Tune in tomorrow for fun and finances with my ex: just how much can she beg, borrow, or steal?
Tune in tomorrow for fun and finances with my ex: just how much can she beg, borrow, or steal?
