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I was sitting on the window side of a double seat on the bus. A woman hopped on, and despite lots of empty seats, she sat next to me. After two stops, I couldn't handle being squashed into the side anymore, and the feel of someone else sweaty thighs touching mine was enough to prompt me to say, and I quote " Excuse me, I just need to pass through" I then sat down on the other side where their are heaps of empty seats, and the woman began to harass me. "Whats wrong with me? Is it because I'm black?" I was horrified she thought I was being racist and I immediately said no I just needed more room. She then started being hysterical and even cried. 2 other women on the bus then began comforting her, and all three shot me horrible glances for the rest of the trip, and loudly 'whispered' things like, 'what a rude cow'. It was a horrible experience, but I don't think I was in the wrong. I just didn't want to be squashed by a huge lady.

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I suppose I should start from the beginning, I met my now ex-fiancee while I was traveling in Scotland, we instantly hit it off and I eventually found out she lived in Canada (as do I) and even in the same province, I gave her my phone number continued travelling different parts of the country until I returned home.

It was about a month later when I finally received a text from her she said she really wanted to see more of me and that we should meet up sometime, I was really happy since I felt the same way, so I quickly agreed and we met up at a Tim Hortons in my home city. We eventually went on to start dating.

We were dating for 9 years, the reason why I never proposed was because we both wanted to be absolutely certain that we were right for each other also at the time I was inbetween jobs and I was still searching for a steady income.

We still weren't planning on marriage for a while but she unexpectantly became pregnant, this pushed forward our plans of marriage to a priority. I didn't mind I still loved her so much and I was really excited to be a father. Together we managed to make up enough money to have a nice wedding that we were both pleased with.

We were already months into our wedding planning when we received bad news from our doctor... Our baby's life was cruelly taken away... It's precious little heart stopped beating and my fiancee had to have an abortion performed. We both were depressed for weeks but we couldn't call off our wedding since we made too many deposits that were non refundable and many of our family members already booked flights.

I decided not to have a bachelor's party so we could save money for the main wedding, once the wedding night came My fiancee and I were still grieving for our unborn child, once she began to walk down the aisle everyone was looking at her. I had my vows prepared (which I had spent hours writing out the day before) but then she muttered "I just can't do this" and she ran back down the aisle and out the door. I ran after her before the guests could see me begin to cry.

I found her outside of the church in the parking lot, crying, I asked her what was wrong and she responded with a simple "everything" she turned to me and remember looking into her big brown eyes and at that moment I realized I still loved her, I would do anything for her, so I told her those exact words and she said "There is something you can do for me" "anything" I responded, she nodded and said "Imma need bout tree fiddy" and I realized how close I was to marrying a 3 story tall plesiosaur from the triassic period. I told her "gently caress you nessie I aint giving you no dame tree fiddy"

Tl;Dr: Sob story about how I met my fiancee and how she left me standing at the alter after I gave her all of my love.

KoRMaK posted:

And that ladies name?

Albert Eisntestein Hitler.

KoRMaK posted:

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I was sitting on the window side of a double seat on the bus. A woman hopped on, and despite lots of empty seats, she sat next to me. After two stops, I couldn't handle being squashed into the side anymore, and the feel of someone else sweaty thighs touching mine was enough to prompt me to say, and I quote " Excuse me, I just need to pass through" I then sat down on the other side where their are heaps of empty seats, and the woman began to harass me. "Whats wrong with me? Is it because I'm black?" I was horrified she thought I was being racist and I immediately said no I just needed more room. She then started being hysterical and even cried. 2 other women on the bus then began comforting her, and all three shot me horrible glances for the rest of the trip, and loudly 'whispered' things like, 'what a rude cow'. It was a horrible experience, but I don't think I was in the wrong. I just didn't want to be squashed by a huge lady.

And that ladies name?

Albert Eisntestein Hitler.

Shayu posted:

But it's true

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Dungeon Ecology posted:

todd's fuckin slaying it.

Dungeon Ecology posted:

todd's fuckin slaying it.

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KazigluBey posted:

the wildest rear end posted:

http://nymag.com/following/2015/11/longest-running-miscarriage-meme-on-the-web.html

Chard posted:

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the wildest rear end posted:

http://nymag.com/following/2015/11/longest-running-miscarriage-meme-on-the-web.html

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Memes are frameworks; they’re skeletons. They often contain jokes, but they are not, in and of themselves, funny.

the wildest rear end posted:

http://nymag.com/following/2015/11/longest-running-miscarriage-meme-on-the-web.html

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According to a statistical breakdown on Something Awful

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the wildest rear end posted:

http://nymag.com/following/2015/11/longest-running-miscarriage-meme-on-the-web.html

ThaGhettoJew posted:

drat. It looks like the article forgot to discuss his horrifying 1400+ word editorial journal entry that came with the cartoon though. (Careful, link goes straight to the strip in question.) Knowing about all that important subtext. Behind the scenes glimpses. Understanding where he's coming from. That of the deeply insightful "often harder on the woman than the man" fame along with other worldwise musings on art and feelings. Turns out you can't just move past that.

Beef Hardcheese posted:

Memes are frameworks; they’re skeletons. They often contain jokes, but they are not, in and of themselves, funny.

Beef Hardcheese posted:

Memes are frameworks; they’re skeletons.

Beef Hardcheese posted:

Memes are skeletons.

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