The gift money cannot buy
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A mutal friend has just sent me pics from my ex-wife's engagement dinner on Valentine's day. She is wearing some gold and net creation, and has put on a few stone. Close ups of her engagement ring too.
She looks like someone has tried to wrap a pig in the sweet wrappers from the penny toffees from a tin a quality street, and adorned it with the best Elizabeth Duke can provide. All in all she looked like a blotchy dinner lady. Hubby to be is a deformed midget (which I knew because I had met him previously and tried to shake his withered hand).
That same evening I was out with the new Mrs B&B and she looked like a million and a half dollars.
Sorry to gloat, but it was an acromonious divorce when she left me 7 years ago with nothing but £39 in the bank and a broken trouser press.
What goes around comes around.
Gloat over.
h!Shaw Tarse said:
So post pics or a link to her facebook page 
Tempted, but that might blow out my source!Now I just need to get one of my kids to marry now she is 'dinner lady woman' so we can all meet up again at the wedding (another reason I have to gloat alone if we are all to be invited).
Brown and Boris said:
A mutal friend has just sent me pics from my ex-wife's engagement dinner on Valentine's day. She is wearing some gold and net creation, and has put on a few stone. Close ups of her engagement ring too.
She looks like someone has tried to wrap a pig in the sweet wrappers from the penny toffees from a tin a quality street, and adorned it with the best Elizabeth Duke can provide. All in all she looked like a blotchy dinner lady. Hubby to be is a deformed midget (which I knew because I had met him previously and tried to shake his withered hand).
That same evening I was out with the new Mrs B&B and she looked like a million and a half dollars.
Sorry to gloat, but it was an acromonious divorce when she left me 7 years ago with nothing but £39 in the bank and a broken trouser press.
What goes around comes around.
Gloat over.
Having been in a similar position before (although without the divorce bit)... I can see where your smugness and inner warmth lies.... loving your work.She looks like someone has tried to wrap a pig in the sweet wrappers from the penny toffees from a tin a quality street, and adorned it with the best Elizabeth Duke can provide. All in all she looked like a blotchy dinner lady. Hubby to be is a deformed midget (which I knew because I had met him previously and tried to shake his withered hand).
That same evening I was out with the new Mrs B&B and she looked like a million and a half dollars.
Sorry to gloat, but it was an acromonious divorce when she left me 7 years ago with nothing but £39 in the bank and a broken trouser press.
What goes around comes around.
Gloat over.
So homeless, trouser press tucked under your arm, and £39 in your pocket, you ventured forth with high ambitions and the world your oyster.
Taking that £39, you invested in getting some fliers printed advertising your new start-up business, door to door trouser pressing.
One trouser press quickly turned to two and before you knew it, seven years had passed and you were the CEO of the largest franchised door to door trouser pressing empire the planet had seen.
Sir I salute you
Taking that £39, you invested in getting some fliers printed advertising your new start-up business, door to door trouser pressing.
One trouser press quickly turned to two and before you knew it, seven years had passed and you were the CEO of the largest franchised door to door trouser pressing empire the planet had seen.
Sir I salute you
Actually, much as I hate to say this, this is a winner. Ran into my first girlfriend a few years ago. When she left (we were 21) I was devastated. Took me ages to get over her. I had become fat and complacent, she was a beautiful Scandinavian blonde. Who married the guy who took her from me.
I saw her years later. Dowdy and bloated. I was boxing and very fit, with very pretty new girl on my arm.
Childish to feel the way I did? Absolutely. Still felt good.
I saw her years later. Dowdy and bloated. I was boxing and very fit, with very pretty new girl on my arm.
Childish to feel the way I did? Absolutely. Still felt good.
Congrats fella. Glad your happy
I have a good friend that was left in a similar situation. Nothing in the bank while his 'missus' withdrew everything and put a deposit on a nice flat. 10 years on he's paid his house and cars and lives happily with his new missus.
I have a good friend that was left in a similar situation. Nothing in the bank while his 'missus' withdrew everything and put a deposit on a nice flat. 10 years on he's paid his house and cars and lives happily with his new missus.
Edited by PD9 on Monday 16th February 15:54
Harry Flashman said:
Actually, much as I hate to say this, this is a winner. Ran into my first girlfriend a few years ago. When she left (we were 21) I was devastated. Took me ages to get over her. I had become fat and complacent, she was a beautiful Scandinavian blonde. Who married the guy who took her from me.
I saw her years later. Dowdy and bloated. I was boxing and very fit, with very pretty new girl on my arm.
Childish to feel the way I did? Absolutely. Still felt good.
I saw her years later. Dowdy and bloated. I was boxing and very fit, with very pretty new girl on my arm.
Childish to feel the way I did? Absolutely. Still felt good.
I often walk new girlfriends past the spot where I disposed of my ex's remains.
Although there is nothing to see, I like to think, wistfully with a smile, on the difference between them now.
It does raise one's spirits to think of her decomposing skull still locked in an everlasting scream.
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