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Originally Posted by BVF
the bitch went crazy and broke my bedroom door...So I wanted to cancel her return flight....
..I told them they could keep the money and I didn't need credit for it but don't let her on that fucking plane...
Thank God she believed me when I told her I cancelled her ticket
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you stranded the Bitch in Tulsa
That reminds me of this Bitch I was dating... she was a really good at lying ... I mean this bitch could keep multiple stories strait.
To make it short: I got a fucking smoke grenade (but not military grade). I drove us out to a VERY Remote swamp area... There is a paved road the whole way and taking night time drives was not unusual for us...
What was Unusual was the simulated fire in the car when I popped that grenade and the car filled with smoke. Obviously I had No problem getting her out of the car... in an area of the swamp YOU DONT!! want to be in... Day or fucking Night!!
As she was far enough away I jumped back in... and tossed the granade using a towel. She was literally Running for her life... I drove just fast enough to where she couldn't catch up.
But to be totally honest... after about 20 minutes I chickened out. That area of the swamp is full of alligators and shit. I was afraid she might actually Die!! and I would end up charged for murder.
I went and picked her back up.
Mr.Bond