Topic: miriam liked to drink, and when she drank she liked to dance and fuck black men.
WSD !VBNtXmsnv. started this discussion 11 years ago#40,218
one day whilst high on the most euphoric of heavenly ambrosia's, miriam stumbled onto a basket ball court in the middle of the city. "somebody plow me!" she screamed "toot toot, all aboard the vagina vehicle!" still, nobody came, in desperation, she filled her cunt with food stamps. suddenly, she heard a rumbling in the bushes. a mexican man darted out with the speed of 4 asians, before miriam could react, he had snatched from her snatch the food stamps and darted off back towards his hobbit hole downtown here he wold beat his children and beat off while they beat him. miriam began to weep. she hadn't been fucked in weeks since big bob started plugging that "little asian bitch with the glasses." unable to find a black man she did the next best thing and punched herself in the labia repeatedly. she then bit off her nipples and squeezed er breast until her streams of blood poured into her own mouth. she then promptly walked to the police station and filed a report. the next day gerald was taken from school and arrested for loitering in a public park.
Anonymous B joined in and replied with this 11 years ago, 2 minutes later[^][v]#535,499
Women, am I right? It's like that old cliche: ya can't live with em, can't live without em. I remember my old man sat me down one day and told me, "Paul, don't you dare go off gettin married or having kids until you know you're with the right woman." I should have listened to him, but 18 years later at a bar in Tallahassee I saw a woman that must have been shaped by the hands of god himself. Her name? Delores L. Chipperson. At that moment all I could think about was knockin boots with ol' Ms. Chipperson, and I made it my goal to get with her by the end of the night.
Now I don't mean to brag, but back in the day I was quite the catch. Not only could I play the blues like a madman, but I had a body chiseled from farm work. It wasn't long before I sweet talked her up to the motel room I had for the night, and boy let me tell you, it was the best damn sex I'd ever had. This woman was like riding on a bull at the rodeo - size and all. Lord that rubenesque shape and all that power...it could do strange things to a man. And that is when I stupidly decided not to use a condom. It was a moment of bliss I'll never forget, for all the good and bad that it has brought me.
About 9 months later we gave birth to our first son, Lyle. We were planning to get married that fall but Delores kept putting it off. She decided to give her son her own last name, and refused to take my last name, Hargis. Now looking back, these were all tell tale signs that I should have followed, but I was young and in love. I just thought she was being hard to get.
We stayed together, unmarried, for the next 6 years. After Lyle was born we didn't really have time to even think about marriage anymore. He was quite a handful, and although I never got to find out, I think he had that autism thing that doctors are talkin about these days. I still loved him with all my heart. I remember giving him baths in the sink, he was such a handsome little guy.
Around the time Lyle turned 6 I hired a new guy to work at the auto shop I managed. His name was Lamar and he seemed like a hard working, young go getter. I put a lot of trust in him, and even brought him to the house a few times for dinner.
Lamar had previously worked as a carpenter, an area I had no skill in what-so-ever. One afternoon I had asked him to fix the floorboards in my master bedroom because they were always squeaking all the time. I payed him up front pretty handsomely (more than he would make for a day at the shop, that is for sure) and covered his shift so he could work at my house. That day I decided to take my lunch at home to see how everything was going, and that is when I saw it. Lamar was banging my wife ruthlessly, all with little Lyle sitting in the family room a few feet away. Delores was just saying "Lamar is helpin me fix the floorboards thats all chippah!". That's when I burst in the room, gathered my things, and sat down to talk with my son for the last time.
I made random stuff up. I told him I was an encyclepedia salesman and that I would need to travel for a long time. Hell, it was the first thing I could think of. Poor kid. I still miss that kid, but thankfully I have a lot of little kids around nowadays because I do kind of a television show for children called Uncle Paul's Happy Hour.
Anyway that is the story of how a woman ruined my life. She tore out my heart and threw it away. But do you know what the worst part of this whole thing is? She took our son away from me. He was such a special young guy. I have tried looking him up but I can't seem to find anything. But that's the way she goes. Nothing left but to lace up your sneakers and move on with life.
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