A woman scorned
Discussion
Obviously the biggest story at the moment is Hoon's ex, Vicky Price. Although it seems to have backfired on her as shell be sowing mailbags and drinking from the furry cup shortly...
Any of you guys got any stories that have happened to you, or that you have personal experience of?
I'll start off. When I had my first job as a spotty youth of 18. I worked for a gent outfitters in Bath. It was old school where you had proper service and the cheapest suits started at 95quid. Not much nowadays but I'm talking 1980 here.
Any way we had a regular turn up and I served him, he asked if we could repair his suit trousers which his wife had altered on his behalf.
I knew him fairly well so he was frank about what she had done. She had caught him out with his mistress and cut the crotch out of every pair of trousers her owned. He bought 12 suit trousers in and each one had been cut with dress making shears. Some of these suits were around 350 400 pounds each.
He as hoping we could repair them...
He looked a bit disappointed when we couldn't...
Even though its all those years ago ill never forget that one.
Had a few mishaps myself as I've got older but never on that scale.
Look forward to yours.... Lol
Any of you guys got any stories that have happened to you, or that you have personal experience of?
I'll start off. When I had my first job as a spotty youth of 18. I worked for a gent outfitters in Bath. It was old school where you had proper service and the cheapest suits started at 95quid. Not much nowadays but I'm talking 1980 here.
Any way we had a regular turn up and I served him, he asked if we could repair his suit trousers which his wife had altered on his behalf.
I knew him fairly well so he was frank about what she had done. She had caught him out with his mistress and cut the crotch out of every pair of trousers her owned. He bought 12 suit trousers in and each one had been cut with dress making shears. Some of these suits were around 350 400 pounds each.
He as hoping we could repair them...
He looked a bit disappointed when we couldn't...
Even though its all those years ago ill never forget that one.
Had a few mishaps myself as I've got older but never on that scale.
Look forward to yours.... Lol
Not me, but one of my close friends was sleeping with a 'dancer' not a stripper but one of the ones that used to dance on a podium in a nightclub, she was by all accounts, quite filthy, quite fit & a lot of mental.
He called the whole thing off when she was calling him at all hours of the morning to see where he was (he was around 18-19).
The night after calling it off he woke up to find his car with a smashed screen & he never heard from her ever again.
He called the whole thing off when she was calling him at all hours of the morning to see where he was (he was around 18-19).
The night after calling it off he woke up to find his car with a smashed screen & he never heard from her ever again.
A lad I used to work with used to have a girl pretty much stalking him. She used to be waiting for him when he left work. He ended up seeing her and got her pregnant. He was 21 at the time.
A bit before her, he went out with a colleague's niece. It was never serious and they split on amicable terms. He did the right thing by the mother to be of his child. He bought a house and spent loads of effort and money to create a family home. Baby came and everything seemed great. The daughter of the bloke whose niece he went out with was getting married and he was invited to the reception. He couldn't get a babysitter but his missus said he should go on his own. Naturally he bumped into his ex there and had a chat.
When he got home he was asked if he had a good night. Then she asked if his ex was there. Then whether he spoke to her. Then she hit the roof. He spent all weekend getting shouted at. On Monday he went to work, only to come home to an empty house with all his clothes sliced, covered in black paint and abusive comments daubed on the walls and bed clothes ('Go back to your student slag bag' was one I remember}. He took photographs of this on the advice of the lads at work. The next four or five years were messy. She was threatening to move away with his son and block access, using all sorts of dirty tricks.
They got back together in the end and are very happy together now!
A bit before her, he went out with a colleague's niece. It was never serious and they split on amicable terms. He did the right thing by the mother to be of his child. He bought a house and spent loads of effort and money to create a family home. Baby came and everything seemed great. The daughter of the bloke whose niece he went out with was getting married and he was invited to the reception. He couldn't get a babysitter but his missus said he should go on his own. Naturally he bumped into his ex there and had a chat.
When he got home he was asked if he had a good night. Then she asked if his ex was there. Then whether he spoke to her. Then she hit the roof. He spent all weekend getting shouted at. On Monday he went to work, only to come home to an empty house with all his clothes sliced, covered in black paint and abusive comments daubed on the walls and bed clothes ('Go back to your student slag bag' was one I remember}. He took photographs of this on the advice of the lads at work. The next four or five years were messy. She was threatening to move away with his son and block access, using all sorts of dirty tricks.
They got back together in the end and are very happy together now!
Well... It doesn't beat s
tty cushions... But.
There was this crazy chick I was dating, she had some bipolar and violence issues but was hot, filthy and loved it in the arse so I dealt with it for a while.
Slowly but surely things got messy, she head butted me, broke my nose, punched me a few times, made up stories, caused the general havoc that psycho chicks do. It was a lot of fun... Sort of.
Anyway, she came to mine one weekend, went utterly psycho, I went for a pint to get away from the crazy, came back, got attacked and called everything under the sun, so took her home.
When I got back things were a bit out of place.
Over the course of the next week I found that she'd filled my expensive shoes with perfume, dipped my home cinema cables in oil and plugged them back in, written '' on the inside of my wardrobe doors in permanent marker, put a couple of prawns in my pillows, burnt holes in some socks and various other subtle but crazy things.
I carried on seeing her for a week or 2 until the next physical attack which took place at her house. I'd had enough at this point so rubbed olive oil on her vibrator, dusted it with chilli powder (or was it cayenne pepper, i cant remember) and fked off.
tty cushions... But.There was this crazy chick I was dating, she had some bipolar and violence issues but was hot, filthy and loved it in the arse so I dealt with it for a while.
Slowly but surely things got messy, she head butted me, broke my nose, punched me a few times, made up stories, caused the general havoc that psycho chicks do. It was a lot of fun... Sort of.
Anyway, she came to mine one weekend, went utterly psycho, I went for a pint to get away from the crazy, came back, got attacked and called everything under the sun, so took her home.
When I got back things were a bit out of place.
Over the course of the next week I found that she'd filled my expensive shoes with perfume, dipped my home cinema cables in oil and plugged them back in, written '
' on the inside of my wardrobe doors in permanent marker, put a couple of prawns in my pillows, burnt holes in some socks and various other subtle but crazy things.I carried on seeing her for a week or 2 until the next physical attack which took place at her house. I'd had enough at this point so rubbed olive oil on her vibrator, dusted it with chilli powder (or was it cayenne pepper, i cant remember) and f
ked off.Funny how having a girlfriend who loves it up the Gary, makes life so much more bearable...
I know exactly what u mean. I've had a few who liked it, and somehow they become so better women for it.
Trying to put my finger on it but can only assume its the closest us Brits get to riding Rodeo.
Well that's what it was like for me... Lol
I know exactly what u mean. I've had a few who liked it, and somehow they become so better women for it.
Trying to put my finger on it but can only assume its the closest us Brits get to riding Rodeo.
Well that's what it was like for me... Lol
Council Baby said:
Well... It doesn't beat stty cushions... But.
There was this crazy chick I was dating, she had some bipolar and violence issues but was hot, filthy and loved it in the arse so I dealt with it for a while.
Slowly but surely things got messy, she head butted me, broke my nose, punched me a few times, made up stories, caused the general havoc that psycho chicks do. It was a lot of fun... Sort of.
Anyway, she came to mine one weekend, went utterly psycho, I went for a pint to get away from the crazy, came back, got attacked and called everything under the sun, so took her home.
When I got back things were a bit out of place.
Over the course of the next week I found that she'd filled my expensive shoes with perfume, dipped my home cinema cables in oil and plugged them back in, written '' on the inside of my wardrobe doors in permanent marker, put a couple of prawns in my pillows, burnt holes in some socks and various other subtle but crazy things.
I carried on seeing her for a week or 2 until the next physical attack which took place at her house. I'd had enough at this point so rubbed olive oil on her vibrator, dusted it with chilli powder (or was it cayenne pepper, i cant remember) and fked off.
To be fair being filthy and taking it up the arse gives her alot of chances in my booktty cushions... But.There was this crazy chick I was dating, she had some bipolar and violence issues but was hot, filthy and loved it in the arse so I dealt with it for a while.
Slowly but surely things got messy, she head butted me, broke my nose, punched me a few times, made up stories, caused the general havoc that psycho chicks do. It was a lot of fun... Sort of.
Anyway, she came to mine one weekend, went utterly psycho, I went for a pint to get away from the crazy, came back, got attacked and called everything under the sun, so took her home.
When I got back things were a bit out of place.
Over the course of the next week I found that she'd filled my expensive shoes with perfume, dipped my home cinema cables in oil and plugged them back in, written '
' on the inside of my wardrobe doors in permanent marker, put a couple of prawns in my pillows, burnt holes in some socks and various other subtle but crazy things.I carried on seeing her for a week or 2 until the next physical attack which took place at her house. I'd had enough at this point so rubbed olive oil on her vibrator, dusted it with chilli powder (or was it cayenne pepper, i cant remember) and f
ked off.
lainchers said:
Funny how having a girlfriend who loves it up the Gary, makes life so much more bearable...
I know exactly what u mean. I've had a few who liked it, and somehow they become so better women for it.
Trying to put my finger on it but can only assume its the closest us Brits get to riding Rodeo.
Well that's what it was like for me... Lol
Eeh, don't waste your average of one post every 6 months I know exactly what u mean. I've had a few who liked it, and somehow they become so better women for it.
Trying to put my finger on it but can only assume its the closest us Brits get to riding Rodeo.
Well that's what it was like for me... Lol
...Bucking Bronco - OK, call it Rodeo - is taking one's female partner from behind and (inadvertently
) calling her by another name. Then holding on.Allegedly
. So I am told etc etc 
. But I'd imagine potting the brown and not the pink would have much the same effect 
.Next stop for me: Sin Bin, no doubt
.Smiler. said:
Tick tock..
Terminator X said:
Ganglandboss said:
They got back together in the end and are very happy together now!
Wtf 
TX.
Many many years ago I went out with a mentalist. After a row in the car I dropped her home but, convinced I was going to finish with her (I was) she simply refused to get out of the car!
It ended up after an hour of trying to get her to bugger off with me getting out and hiding round the corner until she gave up and went in!
Think I was there an hour, and it was cold...!
Mental.
It ended up after an hour of trying to get her to bugger off with me getting out and hiding round the corner until she gave up and went in!
Think I was there an hour, and it was cold...!
Mental.
Council Baby said:
Well... It doesn't beat stty cushions... But.
There was this crazy chick I was dating, she had some bipolar and violence issues but was hot, filthy and loved it in the arse so I dealt with it for a while.
Slowly but surely things got messy, she head butted me, broke my nose, punched me a few times, made up stories, caused the general havoc that psycho chicks do. It was a lot of fun... Sort of.
Anyway, she came to mine one weekend, went utterly psycho, I went for a pint to get away from the crazy, came back, got attacked and called everything under the sun, so took her home.
When I got back things were a bit out of place.
Over the course of the next week I found that she'd filled my expensive shoes with perfume, dipped my home cinema cables in oil and plugged them back in, written '' on the inside of my wardrobe doors in permanent marker, put a couple of prawns in my pillows, burnt holes in some socks and various other subtle but crazy things.
I carried on seeing her for a week or 2 until the next physical attack which took place at her house. I'd had enough at this point so rubbed olive oil on her vibrator, dusted it with chilli powder (or was it cayenne pepper, i cant remember) and fked off.
Hmmmmm! and then you woke up and it was all a crazy dream?tty cushions... But.There was this crazy chick I was dating, she had some bipolar and violence issues but was hot, filthy and loved it in the arse so I dealt with it for a while.
Slowly but surely things got messy, she head butted me, broke my nose, punched me a few times, made up stories, caused the general havoc that psycho chicks do. It was a lot of fun... Sort of.
Anyway, she came to mine one weekend, went utterly psycho, I went for a pint to get away from the crazy, came back, got attacked and called everything under the sun, so took her home.
When I got back things were a bit out of place.
Over the course of the next week I found that she'd filled my expensive shoes with perfume, dipped my home cinema cables in oil and plugged them back in, written '
' on the inside of my wardrobe doors in permanent marker, put a couple of prawns in my pillows, burnt holes in some socks and various other subtle but crazy things.I carried on seeing her for a week or 2 until the next physical attack which took place at her house. I'd had enough at this point so rubbed olive oil on her vibrator, dusted it with chilli powder (or was it cayenne pepper, i cant remember) and f
ked off.'I was dating a crazy chick' Really? I presume you're British, if so, give your head a shake and grow up.
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