OK, I'm back. I can't help just sitting on the side lines.


Hey Petey, I got your "douchebag" right here, tough guy. How about you & I go a couple rounds when the next run of cage fights come to the Fort? I don't hit whores, but I'd love to mop the floor with your receeding hair line.

You seemed like a nice guy from Day #1, and if you were so cum-drunk in love with this whore, you'd realize that every time she opens her cocksucker, 90% of what comes out is lies that reek of sperm & ballsweat. The only reason you're getting so much flack here is because half of your posts contain no less than three spelling errors; they're all in lower case (like you're texting it in) and you're proud to wear Affliction clothing. Also, like a frat boy, you brag about fucking her, whilst no body gives a flying fuck that you, I, the mailman, her attorney, Dino Z or whomever...inserted ourselves into her rubber cock socket. I even nutted one night accidentally, and had to run to Walgreens afterward. I guess since abortion clinics aren't open @ 4am, the morning after pill had to suffice.

Seriously, there isn't anything you could say that would hurt me any more than has already been done, dude. So whatever is on your mind, sing it from the rooftops. Umm, lemme help ya out:

"I couldn't nut" (lots of booze does that to ya, junior)

"I slipped into her ass often"

"I wasn't very good in bed" (big surprise from a guy who's gotten laid a grand total of maybe 10 times by a lazy whore who contributed nothing)

All of these are just so detrimental to me, I just want to jump off the I-469 Maumee River bridge in New Haven. 95% of the time the both of us were shitface drunk from drowning ourselves in JaggerBombs before retreating to her bedroom, it was worth every insult you can lobb at me. Because here I am, this drunken fuck, trying to hit that used up cunt of hers like there's no tomorrow. And the best part? I have video, regardless how awkward it is, to prove how much of a lush I was, and I loved every minute of it. I wasn't there for her pleasure, my goal was to get myself off & have fun. For that, I thank her, because for once in my worthless existance I had fun!

Rach had a different story for everyone, and only those after the fact know the tale of the guy before. There was one night, she called Chris (the fat pimp) to tell him she was fucking some guy from LiveLinks, and he was pathetically trying to talk her out of it. I was that guy, big deal, but to be there listening to him whine @ 1am was classic. I was literally ROFLMAO, you couldn't but help the sorrow in his voice when he realized that this was HIS whore, and he'll never have any control over her. And yes, I picked her Charmin Ass up on the kitchen counter & sucked face, too. The difference being I wasn't vain enough to take pictures of myself in the act.



I loved her as a friend, as the person I knew "behind the scenes", not the whore, not for a relationship. If there's something wrong with that, there's something with the ignorant jackasses who take issue with it. The jokers & asswipes on this list get their rise out of me 9 times out of 10 when this comes up, because I'm a sucker. I like defending myself, I like defending others - it gives me a rise & a rush. The reality is, while you (or I) may have thought "love" was involved, you were nothing more than a walking penis to her...EVER. Face it. I faced it from Day #1, the difference is that I didn't think it would trump our relationship as friends outside of the bedroom. At least you had the luxury that "she still wanted to be friends". She just cut me off without so much as an explanation, as a friend (and fuck buddy), which is where my bitterness is rooted.

Despite this whole situation, I'm actually a stand-up guy, too. I just have a low tolerance for bullshit & games, and my hunger for redemption outranks that of rational thinking sometimes. I'm a very emotional person, but a very lonely person, and I don't hide from either. I'm not some social fucking nightclub-hopper douchewit that goes around on the weekends getting drunk & looking to dance like a cockroach is chewing on my scrotum, all while trying to get laid by whatever whore will take me home. Sex to me isn't really that important.

Jesus Christ?!