That is the goddamn truth. If anything happened to her, he would unravel so fast!
Can anyone talk about this? I mean, can you even imagine if Obama went off golfing while Michelle was in NYC? Can you just imagine? And there’s not a peep from Fox about morals, family, respect of mothers....? I’d like to say this baffles me but at this point it’s another meh....
I thought that wasn’t necessarily outsider tinfoil hat theory but stated doctrine within some of the more fringe sects? But yes, I am shuddering forever next to you! Ugggggghhhhhh
I’m right there with you. I’ve had bad, humiliating, and deeply upsetting/saddening experiences with men and can’t subject myself to getting on that horse again and again. Like sometimes I think I’m so burnt and bitten that nothing can faze me and then something even worse happens. I’m in the middle of rebuilding my…
Yikesssssssssssssssssssssss. Isn’t this the goal though? Marry them young, keep them stupid, make sure only babies happen, and everything will work out jusssst fineeee? Ugh.
This is truly incredible...Like, I always knew it was bad but geez. The slurs were particularily perplexing. And the orgasm thing is just sad! and bizarre. I wonder if the boys learned what one was?
Preach! re: business acumen and family members. The fuckwad couldn’t sell steaks and alcohol to Americans. He lost money in a casino. So tired of this.
My thoughts exactly.
I described it as an unfulfilled orgasm of sadness. Like I’m about to crest the hill of total collapse, needing to sob uncontrollably and lose my shit but I never get sweet release. I have to go to work and pay bills and be a functioning person. I have a mouth and yet...I must scream.
WE NEED TO DISCUSS THIS HAIR.
Water is the essence of wetness. Needed me a nice tall glass of it yesterday.
THANK YOU for your potato rant! I went to this ritzy restaurant that pretends to have Spanish food (tapas). They had this overblown menu description of humble Galician potatoes like..OK. The people I was with ordered it (eye roll right here) and it was literally three thin slices of roast potato, liberally drenched…
SAME!!! I neeeeeed to hear everything about it! I’m sitting here in my jammies, hydrating, petting the cat, and reading Fyre Festival Fuckups
Right? They just put it out in the open. Terrifying.
Goes through a grueling trial. Barely escapes jail. At first he thinks it’s business as usual, rich shit getting out of jail for free. But his assets are seized and frozen. He’s broke, destitute. He’s stuck with Melania, too, and she with him. They hate each other but can’t separate. His kids are disrespected…
My friend and I had a thing where we contantly used school dances as opportunities for art/performance/sticking it to the man/etc. One dance, I drew a long Dali-esque mustache and wore a domino mask. Stuff like that. For prom, we painstakingly made traditional Japanese wigs and wore kimono. Afterwards, we just went to…
The more I read his exact words or try to sit through him talking, the more I believe it. He can’t really follow the plot on anything. Not that he was smart or anything before but this is just a whole new level of confusion.
One. Hundred. Percent. Agree. I might remember snips and snatches of all the other stories but I remember every word of this one - and Harold still terrifies me to this day.
My tell was when he comes to that one part in the first part of the basement and walks towards the screen instead of towards the gems. Wouldn’t that make more sense on the your first go-round? In any case, I like the look and feel of it. It’s ok if it’s creepypasta; I enjoyed it for what it was.