Bearlove
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Lol. Back in the saddle Bear
Get fucked
Lol. Back in the saddle Bear
Ha ha ha with my bleary eyes I read " back in the Sadie again" thinking dude, you're Barking up the wrong tree.
* kisses bear on his lovely sore head, grabs emergency hang pack!! *
I think Bear might prefer an emergency hung pack
I prescribe more vodka
Thank you for the kisses - Im a bit fragile today. Wait, what - are you coming onto me ? [checks SLR to see what to do] Urrrggg no = tf is that about?
I am about to ring a mate who owns a landscaping supply business. He will both see the funny side and sort it out so they wont have a fucking clue who did it. Fuck em. Its on.
Perfect. I've practised some shadow revenge pranks on cunts that have been downright nasty to me over periods of time. My ex partner had this girl renting a room off her when we first got together and even a year down the line, despite my ability to constantly turn the other cheek (and probably because of it) she found it acceptable to be continuously vile about everything I did, giving out about my constant determination to - eat food - in so far as any time I spent in the kitchen cooking for Emma and myself, she would have to make a big song and dance about hogging the facilities with my disgusting meals, and stuff like making a big show of warning anyone who came into the house that didn't know me that I was a junky and that they should keep an eye on wallets / handbags etc. (although this was during the 5 years or so when I was clean.)
As much as it upset me on occasion I managed to remain unflappable in front of her and never gave her the row she was so desperate to have (like certain online characters who despite continuously attempting to engage me in their vile rhetoric I have managed to completely ignore for ten months) but took some satisfaction on a couple of occasions, such as cleaning the underside of the toilet bowl with her toothbrush and letting the tires down on her car before I left for work one morning.
Nothing much to connect to 2 scenarios apart from to say that the manure is inspired and that I admire such tactics - fucking people over in the most inconvenient but ultimately harmless manoeuvrers.
As for our 'housemate' we finally buried the hatchet one evening when I was in bed with a reasonable slice of manflu - 'Crawlis' as we all affectionately called her (behind her back) suddenly burst into the room and jumped into bed with me, all touchy feely and uncomfortably over familiar, giving me the whole 'I know we have never seen eye - to - eye but I've really grown to respect you as your honest and own your mistakes yada yada'. Of course she was pilled up to fuck (there was a party on downstairs) which made the disgusting opportunism and transitory sincerity even more difficult to digest, but as I do not hold grudges it was good enough for me to live with.
Sorry for the pointless story but hey ho, that's what I (and the thread) is here for gibber gibber gibber