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- Choco1980
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I fell in love with a Video Nasty
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Well, just to set things straight, one time at a forensics meet in high school, I was part of a spontaneous Bohemian Rhapsody singing. So I can believe that one. Also, if it comes on at a party, everyone is singing along by the end.
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Mar 26, 2013 03:56
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- AlbieQuirky
- Oct 9, 2012
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Just me and my 🌊dragon🐉 hanging out
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I find it hard to believe that any given person knows more than three or four lines of that song at any point in time.
People come right in on the "I know who I want to take me home" bit, though.
So when you're in a group of losers in high school (band, debate team, Model U.N., show choir) poo poo like "everyone starts singing 'Bohemian Rhapsody'" happens, and to a certain extent if you hang with nerds in college (I say this as someone who took part in a public Winnie the Pooh reading in college, so I am casting no stones).
But in the average public place among strangers? Nah.
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Mar 26, 2013 04:04
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- squeegee
- Jul 22, 2001
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Bright as the sun.
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If I was in a waiting room and some guy started mumbling about putting guns to people's heads, the first thing I would think about would not be Bohemian Rhapsody.
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Mar 26, 2013 04:06
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- OrangeKing
- Dec 5, 2002
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They do play in October!
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In my AP English class many years ago, we starting singing Hey Jude more or less spontaneously. It was because we were reading Jude the Obscure. So these things happen, but they're not nearly as exciting as when they are STDH-ified!
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Mar 26, 2013 04:12
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- hyperhazard
- Dec 4, 2011
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I am the one lascivious
With magic potion niveous
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If I was in a waiting room and some guy started mumbling about putting guns to people's heads, the first thing I would think about would not be Bohemian Rhapsody.
That's exactly what I was thinking. I didn't expect the story to turn into a sing-along.
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Mar 26, 2013 05:07
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- Fleta Mcgurn
- Oct 5, 2003
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Porpoise noise continues.
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In my AP English class many years ago, we starting singing Hey Jude more or less spontaneously. It was because we were reading Jude the Obscure. So these things happen, but they're not nearly as exciting as when they are STDH-ified!
We were reading Les Miserables (I'm not hunting for the accent aigu) and all the boys made obnoxious snorting noises every time someone said "Jean Valjean." I still can't think of one without the other. Anyways.
NotAlwaysRight posted:
Over The Edge Of Reason
COFFEE SHOP | PA, USA | CRAZY REQUESTS, FOOD & DRINK, RELIGION, THEMED GIVEAWAY
(I work at a chain coffee shop. The building is on the side of a hill; directly behind the shop is a sheer drop off. Every Sunday morning, a woman comes in with same conversation.)
Woman: “Why don’t you have a drive through? The coffee shop in every other town has a drive through!”
Me: “I’m sorry, but there’s no room around the back of the building for a drive through.”
Woman: “This is ridiculous! If you weren’t the only place on the way to church to get coffee, I’d never stop here. The one day of the week I have to wear heels; I have to walk across the parking lot!”
(One Sunday morning, there is a loud crash, and the building shakes. I run outside; the woman has rammed her car between the back of the building and the cliff side. The entire front of the car is hanging off of the edge. Her airbag has deployed and she seems dazed. She starts to open the door. I start yelling.)
Me: “No! Climb out through the back!”
(We eventually get her inside, and call the cops.)
Woman: “I was trying to prove there’s enough room for them to have a drive through. I guess I was wrong!”
(The company won for damages. A family whose home was hit by debris rolling down the hill sued her as well. Seemed like way more trouble in the end than just walking into a building for a latte!)
wait what
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Mar 26, 2013 06:53
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- Acute Grill
- Dec 9, 2011
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Chomp
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Also, that writer is seriously overestimating the amount of people who know the lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody. Jesus.
I'll second this. As a word of advice to any future STDH writers: the most 99.9% of the population knows of Bohemeian Rhapsody is "I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me / HE'S JUST A POOR BOY FROM A POOR FAMILY / SPARE HIM hih fnehh lah lahh nahh stinkin' hah"
And can vaguely "bow now wow wow" the bigger guitar solo.
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Mar 26, 2013 07:38
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- DrHerpington
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People come right in on the "I know who I want to take me home" bit, though.
So when you're in a group of losers in high school (band, debate team, Model U.N., show choir) poo poo like "everyone starts singing 'Bohemian Rhapsody'" happens, and to a certain extent if you hang with nerds in college (I say this as someone who took part in a public Winnie the Pooh reading in college, so I am casting no stones).
But in the average public place among strangers? Nah.
I find it hard to believe that any given person knows more than three or four lines of that song at any point in time.
There's a bunch of people that do know more. I know most of the song, most of my friends do, just because I think it's kind of a tradition at the place we go (music venue on campus where there's a DJ at the end who always closes the set with Closing Time, also, I think one of the bigger a capella or choir groups does a version annually) but it's not random, it's not going on a train and singing it bullshit. Also, the DJ guy points the leftover mic from the live bands out into the crowd. People use it as an excuse to meet one more person to hopefully "take home tonight".
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Mar 26, 2013 17:36
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- jalopybrown
- Oct 11, 2012
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If bacteria can be carried and transmitted by her boyfriend to her then it's human to human transmissible, making them not special corpse only bacteria. That took me about three seconds to work out.
Maybe she was blowing corpses and just blamed the boyfriend as a cover.
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Mar 26, 2013 18:01
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- Dr_Amazing
- Apr 15, 2006
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It's a long story
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I'll second this. As a word of advice to any future STDH writers: the most 99.9% of the population knows of Bohemeian Rhapsody is "I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me / HE'S JUST A POOR BOY FROM A POOR FAMILY / SPARE HIM hih fnehh lah lahh nahh stinkin' hah"
And can vaguely "bow now wow wow" the bigger guitar solo.
Maybe if you're counting babies or people that don't speak English or something.
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Mar 26, 2013 18:45
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- Roro
- Oct 9, 2012
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HOO'S HEAD GOES ALL THE WAY AROUND?
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I could sing the entire song of Bohemian Rhapsody, but it would end up not being order, badly sung and with a few breaks while I try to figure out what I'm doing wrong with my life.
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Mar 26, 2013 21:04
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- Tin Miss
- Apr 8, 2009
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Meow
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All this singing talk has dredged up a terrible high school memory of mine. It was in Grade 9 Drama class and we were having a sort of mock awards ceremony where the teacher was giving us each our own award for things like "Best Improv" or whatever. I went up to receive mine, gave a little acceptance speech and then started singing Bohemian Rhapsody because...I really don't know why. "Needless to say", only one equally awkward person joined in while the rest stared at me in silence and I went back to my seat under the misguided assumption that I was super cool and quirky and not feeling the rightful shame that I should have for being a giant nerd.
That is most likely what happened in every single one of these sing-a-long STDHs.
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Mar 26, 2013 21:19
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- Roro
- Oct 9, 2012
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HOO'S HEAD GOES ALL THE WAY AROUND?
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Speaking of music...
quote:Compose Yourself
Train Station | CA, USA | Dating, Themed Giveaway
(My boyfriend and I are classical music geeks. He has been waiting for me at the train station, while I use the bathroom.)
Me: “Hey, I’m Bach!”
Boyfriend: “What took you so long? Were you Haydn or something?”
Me: “Nope. That was a nice restroom, though it could’ve been an art gallery. It had the Mozart I’ve ever seen!”
(We get on the train.)
Me: “So, when we get there, we have to go Chopin.”
Boyfriend: “Did you remember the Liszt?”
Me: “Yes, I did. We need to get groceries for next Wieck.”
Boyfriend: “I did make root vegetables. Right before we left I put the Beet(in)hoven.”
Me: “You seem as confused as I am. I’m even not sure when our stop is. I am having treble reading this map.”
Boyfriend: “We should have taken the Ludwig van.”
Me: “Yes, we should have. So, how’s life?”
Boyfriend: “Godunov. Yours?”
Me: “I’ve been under a lot of Strauss lately.”
Boyfriend: “Oh?”
Me: “Yeah, at [school I teach at], it’s hard to be one of the staff.”
Boyfriend: “We should probably stop Messiahing around.”
Me: “Vivaldi puns, we’re going to knock someone over.”
Boyfriend: “I guess we just can’t Handel the puns.”
Me: “By the time we get off the train, we’ll have Baroquen something!”
(We get off the train, and I turn around to watch it go.)
Me: “Oh, my God! Look!”
(There is an ad on the side of the train. It reads ‘classical music radio station is Bach!’.)
Boyfriend: “No way! It’s right next to where we were standing!”
Me: “It must have been Rubinoff on us!”
Half of these would probably only work as written words.
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Mar 26, 2013 21:37
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- SpiderHyphenMan
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by Fluffdaddy
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Also speaking of music, does anyone have that one story from way back about how this guy totally got his super awesome revenge on his fiancee who cheated on him with her music teacher, and then he hosed the music teacher's wife or girlfriend or whatever and timed it so he walked into him as he was leaving?
Because that's a loving classic, and I didn't see it in the first few pages of the thread.
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Mar 26, 2013 22:55
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- Splicer
- Oct 16, 2006
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from hell's heart I cast at thee
🧙🐀🧹🌙🪄🐸
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Speaking as somebody who likes to shoehorn puns into conversations, I assure you it doesn't matter if the pun only works when written down as long as you put a lot of stress on the word and waggle your eyebrows so people know to look for the pun.
This is some poo poo that I could see happening.
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Mar 26, 2013 23:15
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- Jam With Seeds
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Speaking as somebody who likes to shoehorn puns into conversations, I assure you it doesn't matter if the pun only works when written down as long as you put a lot of stress on the word and waggle your eyebrows so people know to look for the pun.
This is some poo poo that I could see happening.
Only if they took a break after each sentence to plan their next devastating move.
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Mar 26, 2013 23:36
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- Dex
- May 26, 2006
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Quintuple x!!!
Would not escrow again.
VERY MISLEADING!
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Speaking as somebody who likes to shoehorn puns into conversations, I assure you it doesn't matter if the pun only works when written down as long as you put a lot of stress on the word and waggle your eyebrows so people know to look for the pun.
I think this post is legal permission to hit you with a wrench.
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Mar 26, 2013 23:37
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- jalopybrown
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Also speaking of music, does anyone have that one story from way back about how this guy totally got his super awesome revenge on his fiancee who cheated on him with her music teacher, and then he hosed the music teacher's wife or girlfriend or whatever and timed it so he walked into him as he was leaving?
Because that's a loving classic, and I didn't see it in the first few pages of the thread.
You remember anything more that'll help locate it, I want to hear this one now.
Have some cheating revenge STDH via alt.support.shyness from 2001
quote:I had been married for over 10 years in what was mostly a happy and
loving marriage.
About 2 years ago I injured my back and was incapacitated for about 8
months. I had an operation and have slowly but steadily recuperated.
This injury placed a lot of strain on the marriage but I thought we
were strong enough. The sex stopped during the worst of the injury
but slowly increased while I recuperated but then for some reason my
wife started to not want to have sex.
I work a night shift and I started becoming suspicious of some of my
wife's behaviour. Then I discovered something on my computer. She
had been communicating to someone by email. She didn't know the
subject field retains what has been typed. I found a subject called
1130 tonight. I installed keystroke logging software and soon all
was revealed. I installed hidden video in the bedroom just in case
the emails were just a cyber thing. The video revealed all. I
thought about confronting and maybe forgiving her but the thought of
her loving some guy in my bed, two rooms up from my sleeping 3 year
old daughter just made me insane. I thought about killing her but
then thought when should I spend the rest of my life in jail because
of that slut.
Then I had the idea.
Over a period of time I became super husband/super dad. I did
everything possible for her. spoilt her rotten and was the perfect
husband. She even stopped her affair which made me consider not going
through with my plan, but then I'd look at the secret tapes I
recorded. This gave me the strength to continue.
I surprised my wife with a two week vacation to Thailand. She had
always wanted to go there and was over the moon.
We arrived in Bangkok and went to a southern beach resort. We had a
wonderful time walking on the beach and eating exotic food. Once
again I considered not going through with my plan but I steeled myself
and remembered what she did to me.
Four weeks before we left for Thailand, I found a drug dealer and
paid him to go to Thailand and find some Heroin (1kg) for me. I had
him place the narcotics inside a carved wooden elephant which I gave
to my wife. My wife is nuts about elephants and loved it. We
returned to Bangkok and the day before we were due to fly out I
confronted her and said I suspected she was cheating on me. At this
point had she confessed 100% honestly, I would have aborted my plan
and all would have been forgiven. But she lied and continued to lie.
As I brought to light new pieces of evidence she would carefully admit
to what she thought I had direct proof of.
I never told her about the keystroke logger or video and made her
think that I accepted her story that she had only cheated on me twice
(where in fact it was 16 times I know about)
I told her that I had a lot of thinking to do, and that I would head
home separately and meet her at home which she agreed to.
I caught a flight directly to Singapore, then to Sydney Australia,
then to Hawaii then home.
She attempted to board the flight in Bangkok with the wooden elephant
in her bag but didn't get far. A phonecall to the airport drug police
ensured that.
She was sentenced to death which was commuted to 40years in prison.
She wont emerge from the Bangkok Hilton until she's in her late 60s.
The junkie who I paid to find the narcotics in Thailand has since died
of an O.D. and my wife was arrested for using coke when she was a
teenager, so the story is all water tight.
ByeBye cheating bitch.
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Mar 26, 2013 23:53
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- ddinkins
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You remember anything more that'll help locate it, I want to hear this one now.
Have some cheating revenge STDH via alt.support.shyness from 2001
Wow. What a terrible story. I know it's ridiculous and very probably untrue, but I'm floored. Good luck explaining that one to your daughter, buddy.
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Mar 26, 2013 23:57
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- Cicadalek
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Trite, contrived, mediocre, milquetoast, amateurish, infantile, cliche-and-gonorrhea-ridden paean to conformism, eye-fucked me, affront to humanity, war crime, should *literally* be tried for war crimes, talentless fuckfest, pedantic, listless, savagely boring, just one repulsive laugh after another
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Drug dealer I would like some Heroin (1kg) please
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Mar 27, 2013 00:25
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- jalopybrown
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Drug dealer I would like some Heroin (1kg) please
He must have made some serious outlay, I mean he had to have paid the guy to stay there for the four weeks too since you'd have to hand over the heroin filled elephant.
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Mar 27, 2013 00:35
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- ddinkins
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Drug dealer I would like some Heroin (1kg) please
Yeah, and make it snappy, 'cause I got a cheating bitch of a wife to get rid of with my mastery of surveillance technology and my Machiavellian subtlety.
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Mar 27, 2013 00:49
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- El Jorge
- Feb 26, 2006
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A spiritus dominatus,
Domine, libra nos,
From the lighting and the tempest,
Our Emperor, deliver us.
A morte perpetua,
Domine, libra nos.
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The parts where he "steels" himself to keep doing the most sociopathic poo poo possible is like distilled STDH pathos.
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Mar 27, 2013 01:01
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- FrozenVent
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The Boeing 737-200QC is the undisputed workhorse of the skies.
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The fact that this:
quote:I caught a flight directly to Singapore, then to Sydney Australia,
then to Hawaii then home.
Seemed like the most ridiculous thing to me probably means I'm a psychopath of some sort. But drat, that guy is a major rear end in a top hat for even considering that plan.
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Mar 27, 2013 01:26
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- SpiderHyphenMan
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by Fluffdaddy
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You remember anything more that'll help locate it, I want to hear this one now.
The post in question:
Epic Proportions posted:
Revenge is one of the greatest feelings in the world that one can experience. It is considered by most to be a detrimental way of dealing with grief, hurt, or heartache. We have all thought about making the violator pay for committing such an atrocious act upon our fragile emotional makeup. But, these feelings are generally fleeting and often fade as time passes and the heart mends itself. In my case, the wound never healed and so goes my story.
In the recent past I was the victim of an ungodly and horrible act by the one person I thought I could trust, the one person I felt that I would spend the rest of my life with. This was the act of infidelity. But in order to understand the true extent of the situation you must first understand a brief portrayal of past events.
We were some years into our relationship, our sex life was great, we still had that spark of attraction which originally brought us together, and we even went out and experienced the world around us together as a unit. Life was great and was only getting better with the promise of a full life being spent together.
This all came to a crashing halt when she decided to take up musical lessons at a certain local music store. At first I was so excited for her, finally learning the guitar and following that dream of always wanting to play it. I bought her a nice guitar and paid for lessons and she was so happy, we were in so much love.
To keep this portion brief I will go over the events quickly sorted by a downward spiraled order:
1. Notice something is not completely right but brush it off.
2. Catch her in lies; feel hurt, insignificant, and useless.
3. Find evidence of an occurring affair with a certain guitar teacher who is well aware of the girl’s relationship status.
4. Find evidence of girl collaborating with said guitar teacher to sneak around but still keep the relationship looking as if it is fine.
5. Discover you had sex with her mere hours after she had been penetrated by another man.
6. Find more evidence of her finding it all to be a comical event.
7. Feel life as you know it ending
8. Break all ties and start rebuilding from the fragments of your past.
What happened after this little affair? Not too much, she was nothing to him and he shortly left her after we ended our relationship. She begged for me to take her back, made a million different excuses but I never broke. She was ruined; she lost everything, seeped into depression and moved off somewhere else far away from me. She was out of the picture and I felt she had been hurt enough. That is where part two comes in, the revenge on the guy that played along with her. You see, I felt he had not experienced enough pain if any at all and deserved some.
About 2 months ago I saw the guy at a shopping mall and all the cold, bitter feelings of regret, anger, pain and suffering came back to me almost immediately. He was with a girl wearing an engagement ring and they were shopping at the pottery barn. My appearance has changed much since the very time times I met this man but I still kept a low profile, I figured he would only recognize me up close. Observing a bit and biting my lip until it bled, I watched them interact. My initial suspicion was that he was up to it again with someone else’s fiancée and I eventually left the mall but not before realizing he was merely walking her about on her lunch break from the Gap. Duly noted I went home and slept on it all.
A week passed and the mall was calling again. As I was walking past the gap I remembered last week and out of shear curiosity, I went in to have a look. There she was in all of her beautiful dark haired, dark eyed glory. I went up to the counter and asked if she could assist me with a purchase for a friend of mine. She came over and I gave her some small talk about how I was buying something for a friend’s birthday and that I had no idea what the girl would like. Turning on the charm and pointing at her engagement ring, I informed her how lucky her male counterpart must be. She told me how much she loved him and how great he was among other things. Eventually I asked what he did for a living and she replied “He teaches guitar lessons”. Shortly after, I left the store and went home, had a few drinks and realized it really was his fiancée.
The next morning in the shower is when I had maybe the greatest plan on of entire life: Steal that warped mother fucker’s girl right from under him. Only then would my life come full circle and would it be complete. I made the preparations needed and made a willful decision that I was about to ruin two people’s lives. Was this evil and immoral? It certainly was, but if I have learned anything so far it is that I need to look out for myself and in order to move on with my life after all this time, I would need to do this. It became an issue of self-sanity. But, the question was: “Could I pull it off, and how?”
Speaking to various friends and testing out some gems on various girls at bars for a couple weeks had a big pay off for me. I was beginning to formulate a plan in my head on how to go about the biggest, and most hosed up thing I would ever do in my life.
It started on May 3, 2007, I took a chance that she would be working at the Gap and I was correct. I entered and asked “Do you remember me from a few weeks ago?” she replied, “Yeah, you were that guy getting some girl a birthday present”. She remembered me, that was a good sign, I continued on with my small-talk, learning things about her and noting them in my head. I needed to be the perfect guy for her, there needed to be absolutely no doubt in her head that I was really the one and she was making a mistake with her current man. This would take time though and probably many visits to the mall.
I went back 4 days later and wandered in remembering the fact she mentioned that she would be working on that day. I saw her in the back with her little headset on folding jeans. “Hey” I said, “How are you doing?”, “Oh hey dude! Geez you come here a lot!” It went from there and we talked a bit and I found out she was going on break in 30 minutes. I told her we should grab some coffee on her break and she agreed. So it all began.
Our little coffee break enabled me to leave with a cell phone number, and a great detail of the music she enjoyed so I went with that tactic. I looked into some upcoming concerts and found a band she was really into. I purchased two tickets and gave her a phone call: “Hey, it’s me what have you been up too?” she said “Oh not too much just working and waiting for my fiancée to get back into town (bingo). “Oh really? Where did he go?” she went on to explain that his sister was graduating from college in New York and that she was unable to get off work to join him for the ceremony. I went on and said “Well you sound down, would you like to go see ‘Snake Oiler’ at the ‘Frampton Pavilion’ tomorrow night?” I was very thrilled when she said “I didn’t even know they were coming, how would we get in?” I explained that I already had two tickets and one friend had backed out; we set up the pseudo date and I was to pick her up at 7pm the next day from her apartment.
So far I was playing the perfect man role and it was going off without a hitch, opening doors, being completely interested in everything she said, asking the right questions, it was all going perfect. We had some drinks at the show and she might of have a few too many. As I was driving home she mentioned how lonely she was when “Guitar Hero” was gone so I made the offer to let her come hang out and watch a movie at my place and that I would take her home later. She finally accepted with some apprehension and off we went. We arrived at my house and I popped in a copy of “Interview with the Vampire”, about 10 minutes in I offered to make us a couple Gin and Tonics, she accepted and we drank.
As the movie neared its end, her head was lying on my shoulder, we were both a bit tipsy and I felt it was a good time to make my move. I touched her hair a bit and leaned in for a kiss, she met me halfway. The kiss turned into full on making out in under 3 minutes and before I knew it we were holding hands walking to my bedroom.
The sex was excellent; it felt like the biggest batch of victory I have ever acheived in my entire life. We went 3 or 4 times and 2 in the morning then I dropped her back off at home and told her I would call her later. I got home and told my best friends what had happened, they thought it was all very hosed up but at the same time wished me luck in furthering my mission. I called her later that day and was met with a very happy, peppy girl on the other end, it had worked… I had almost stolen her that quickly.
I have never been one to quit while I am ahead and I have always enjoyed beating things completely to death before I let them go. So the plan had changed a bit, I needed to do a few things before I cut the ripcord on this little fling, I wanted… I needed to gently caress her in the same bed she hosed him. But most importantly, I needed to do it when he was in town. We set up plans around her work schedule for the next few visits. I took her out to lunch, dinner, coffee, movies you name it. I was sinking money into this investment with high hopes of a big pay off. But up until this point we would only have sex at my place, this needed to change.
I told her my landlord needed to do some repairs and I needed to get out of the house for a few hours and asked if I could come over. She mentioned that “Guitar Hero” would be out until 9pm and that I could come by if I wanted. So off I went, I entered their apartment and had the weird upside-down room feeling you get when you walk into a strange but familiar place. There on the bookshelf were pictures of her and him standing together in front of the Grand Canyon and then another of them kissing in a photo booth. The oddness of it all gave me a feeling of pure invigoration and wickedness. I did not waste time, I walked over to her and we began to kiss. After several minutes I led her slowly to a naked state, but we were on the couch so something needed to change quickly. As she went for my pants I stood up and signaled her to the hallway. She stood up and guided me to her bedroom. Entering the bedroom gave me another room spinning session, everything started to reach me, I could not believe I was actually pulling this off as planned; it was all almost too easy.
After our first session she went to the bathroom for about 3 minutes. I decided to keep pushing forward and grabbed her digital alarm clock off the side table. It was 8:25pm, “I really should be getting going soon” I thought. But instead I changed the hour to 7:25pm and waited for her to return. She came back and we laid there for awhile just holding each other and staring at the ceiling. After about 30 minutes of this I began kissing her some more, I noticed her check the clock and then come back to making out some more. Her heart was pounding; she was noticeably filled with excitement and uneasiness at the same time. We had sex again beginning at about 7:55PM according to her clock. It went on until about “8:25PM” when a door opened in the living room.
She quickly got up and tried to force me into the closet. Not knowing what to do I simply stood up and yelled “Hey Trevor is that you?” She looked at me in absolute awe and did not understand what was happening. Trevor came running back to the room and got a good look at both of us naked before his jaw dropped completely out of his loving mouth. I grabbed my pants and put them on, then grabbed his right hand and shook it in an up and down motion. I said “Thanks man, enjoy yourself” and I walked out of the apartment and got into my car. I sat there for a minute wondering if he would come out after me or not. Of course, he did not.
I have not heard from either of them since.
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- Hurt Whitey Maybe
- Jun 26, 2008
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I mean maybe not. Or maybe. Definitely don't kill anyone.
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The worst part about the heroin story is that a key of heroin is a shitload of money to get revenge on his girlfriend. Like who has thousands of dollars to blow on revenge like that? Especially when 50 grams of heroin would have been more than enough...
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- Antifa Spacemarine
- Jan 11, 2011
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Tzeentch can suck it.
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I like how in his story he wouldn't consider his girlfriend saying that her husband bought the elephant and when the DEA subpoenas his phone records to find he has been speaking with a recently dead drug dealer.
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Also, that writer is seriously overestimating the amount of people who know the lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody. Jesus.
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Mar 26, 2013 03:55
), he got irate and insisted that it really did happen to her because she "had to go to therapy over it".
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