Should I be worried ?

Sleep with one eye open, gripping your pillow tight.
 
Be afraid...be very afraid.
 
she's gonna try to hustle your money from you son.
 
She probably just finds them entertaining to read, so I wouldn't worry TOO much. That said, I'd stay on your wife's good side for a long time to come, my friend.

jag
 
jaguarr said:
She probably just finds them entertaining to read, so I wouldn't worry TOO much. That said, I'd stay on your wife's good side for a long time to come, my friend.

jag

Unless of course, that he actually did something and she found him out.
 
War Lord said:
Unless of course, that he actually did something and she found him out.
he stated that hadn't on his first post
 
War Lord said:
That's what he's telling us, but only his wife knows for sure.
DUN DUN DUNNNNN!:eek:
 
Well, hopefully she hasn't gone off her lithium and found the scissors.

jag
 
jaguarr said:
Well, hopefully she hasn't gone off her lithium and found the scissors.

jag

You're hope is denying him the adventure of a lifetime.
 
in other words bulok:

it's all ok, just don't forget to always know where the chicken siccors, the crazy gule and the iron are, and make sure they're out of the reach of your wife

just to be on the safe side

but everythings allright, fine and dandy

trust me
 
War Lord said:
You're hope is denying him the adventure of a lifetime.

A potentially very SHORT lifetime. :o

jag
 
Everything is fine, but if you notice knives are missing before you go to bed.... then they aren`t fine
 
That's what I call a healthy relationship.
 
she's gonna cut his penis off, drive with it on the freeway and then toss it into the middle of the street.
 
Have you guys checked out the websites?? These women are freaks!! Trurely truely freaky. Here's one of the stories...

I did a dumb thing a married a guy on a dare, but after trying to make it work out for a few weeks and he was a boozing bum, I had to dump him. I have to say that the next week when I saw him with a bar ****e, I was pissed. I demanded that he end the relationship immediatly and the stupid ****e slapped me and tried to tear my shirt off my back while he sat there and laughed his ass off.

So, I got my revenge by going to the local clinic and taking a HIV test. The results came in the next week, negative of course. I took a bottle of white out and carefully whited out the check in the box that said negitive, and made my own check in the postive results box. I made a copy of the paper, and I had a very legitimate looking piece of paper that said that I had HIV. I took my "results" and went and crying my eyes out about how he gave me HIV, and showing anyone who doubted my words the results of the test. I never saw him with another women in that town again. HA HA.
He had to move to get another date!


What a ****ed up thing to do to a person.
 
I started reading that Emily chick. Hahahahaha, she's great.

I'll read the rest of her entries later. :up:
 
Wow, those websites are messed up:confused:

Gender relations are a cancer on the world:eek:
 
Another psycho story...

From: Shelley
Boy oh boy I haven't thought of good ole jimmy in a long while. Let's see, I guess I will start the story with the fact that we were dating for 3 and a half years, but he had another girlfriend in another city for all of those three years. So one day I found out about her, found out everyone but me knew and decided to exact my revenge.

I went to his home one last time and stole his cat(the cat I got him and help lovingly raised). For the next 9 months I took this cat everywhere and would take pictures of the cat in the various places. On the back of each picture I put a whole little story about how much I (the kitty) missed him and how I would of enjoyed the trip way more if I (the kitty) had had him with me(again speaking as the kitty). I carried this out for months with him trying to catch me at local spot that the kitty and I frequented. Finally I took the cat to a local cemetary where I placed it on top of the tombstone with a little noose around his neck(do n't worry I didn't kill the little guy)and took a picture. On the back of the final picture I wrote"Dear dad, It is too bad that you are such an ******* and I have to be persecuted for your sins, but alas I must tell you good-bye. Till we meet in the litter box in the sky, Insert cats name. Needless to say the guy went crazy, I moved and now the kitty and myself are happy, happy , happy.

P.S. This was 7 years ago and I am married to a great guy that loves not only me, but my aging kitty.
 

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