Yesterday I wrote a blog about online dating gone terribly wrong, when some cheating chud’s “open” marriage ended up being not so open, and his attention hungry wife lost her ever-loving shit, which by all appearances is a monthly occurrence anyway. The marital indiscretion just happened to give her a convenient target to level her irrational reactions and intolerable feelings against.
Yes, I understand this woman purports to be mentally ill – repeatedly. Yes, I understand finding out you’ve been cheated on brings out the worst in most people. She’s jumped in with so many excuses and flat out lies, though, that I can’t feel much sympathy.
We literally saw the threats in text, homegirl. You made some of them publicly, saying “I’m not threatening you” in the middle of a barrage of threats doesn’t mean anything, other than you knew what you were doing was wrong and had the sliver of foresight to try to cover your own ass. It doesn’t fly, sorry.
There are plenty of people out there with diagnosed mental illness and shitty spouses that don’t do things like threaten strangers online, or blast their reported suicide attempts all over the internet, then get upset when no one responds. Those people are adults, Amy. You are not.
This is why females are stuck with the “crazy” label, because of shit like this. Thanks a ton, thotpocket.
But the real fun started when not one, but two satisfied customers showed up in the inbox to demand the removal of the blog. First, Sailor Sally showed up to threaten us with a case for slander and harassment, because obviously that’s a lot easier of a process than just not behaving like a trash bag in the first place!
Now the guy who doesn’t understand the ramifications of adultery, or airing out your dirty laundry all over the internet is suddenly a legal expert, too. Oh geez, I’m shaking in my boots here, Sailor Loon. I think the term you’re looking for might be “horsement”, because I can assure you, this is not harassment. This is the public shame that comes from acting like rabid animals in public.
Lucky for him, Abi had a little legal advice to throw his way, too!
Maybe it’s time for a Mcdouble, Kyle? You can’t keep your stories Mcstraight, so perhaps you should considering punching a little lower first.
Later on, I happened to be on when I caught this tub of sex appeal in our inbox,
and this is where it goes from amusing to absolutely glorious. He starts off strong, with a completely left field, vague question that makes no sense with zero context.
Worms, like, dead? Is this a threat? Or just a casual inquiry? Where is this going? I don’t know if even Danny knew. And why does he want to talk to Adrian?
Oh Danny, this isn’t how things work around here, not at all. We don’t trade stories like they’re baseball cards or venereal diseases, and judging from your supremely coherent storytelling here, I can just about guarantee – you don’t have anything that we want, ever. I like this deal better – I keep my blog, and you inadvertently give me another!
Then he pulls out the trusted “You’re going to force her to commit suicide” card, because obviously if this mentally unstable lunatic decides to harm herself for the umpteenth time this month, it’ll be my fault.
The Associated Press – that’s a new one! But what a stand up guy he is, dying from cancer and all, and his dying wish is to remove one stupid blog calling out his wacky friend for acting like a rabid trash panda. He’s sick from chemo, “And all that jazz”, and still finds the time to threaten the blog at 12am! What a knight in shining armor!
So of course I checked out Danny N Jessica’s totally-not-shared-for-cheating Facebook page, and I learned a lot. I learned that Danny is a serious emotional oversharer.
Who, along with his wife, lost custody of some kids….
Possibly because of “the disease”.
…..Who is really, really upset that no one he knows will support him and his wife financially.
And seems pretty healthy for a cancer patient….
….With a full head of hair.
Even with all that online oversharing, complaining, and self-pitying, I couldn’t find one mention of cancer going back for months, which is strange, because generally if you’ll share your weird sexual fetishes online for the world to see….
…You’ll throw a post or two up documenting your fight to survive cancer. So I called his bluff, and…..
Holy shit you guys, this chodenugget actually lied about cancer. What. The. Fuck. Shame on you, Danny. Shame. At least he apologized, right?
And then backpedaled so hard he could’ve pulled a hamstring, and tried to throw several people under the bus. Come on, now, Danny boy. You’ve got to be better than this!
On the upside, he’s such a genius, he’s managed to figure out my identity with no context whatsoever!
Nope, not Pat! Sorry, Danny-no-nuts! You’re going to have to try harder than that. Or, maybe just don’t come at us trying to threaten, bribe, and guilt us into removing a blog by stooping to lying about cancer in the process. Just a thought.
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You see what I mean when I say “We are fucked?”
These people reproduce, over & over & over again. Millions of crazies. No good can come from this.
Did you know that births in this country are at an all time low? Sane families, sane women, are having fewer children, or deciding not to have any children at all. But the mentally ill, the poor…?
Still having babies… and lots of them.
Mandatory sterilization if you received EBT benefits would be a start…
Smash and dash.
Oh bless their very giving hearts…. Jesus a bunch of fucking twats for ya. Ones a “Sea Man”, ones a fucking looney and that last one… He’s the cunt. Its like the beginning of a really crappy remake of Gilligan’s island ♀️
Its the little things like this that make TB look bad. On one hand you rightly call out the mainstream news for being fake. Unless its for an article, then its 100% true and every article should be trusted. Not necessarily saying they printed fake news about this hag. But you can’t have it both ways. Everyone thats ever had direct information on a story knows the media fucks up details they print 99 percent of the time.
Here we have part two of “As the World Turns”. I guess this story takes place on the other side of nowhere. It might help if there was some mention of location to help set the stage. Maybe it’s a small matter, but by doing this it could establish why the characters behave like they do. If it was set in Webster MA it might get an “oh well”. If it was in Ware it would be out of place somewhat. The two stars have all their teeth, so that would be an oddity for Ware. In the screen shot of a police or court record there is mention of Hyde Park, so was it our Hyde Park in Suffolk County? Doesn’t seem to be the case. Further mention of Duchess County Court. So this or some of it took place in New York state. Hyde Park, the home of Franklin Roosevelt by the way.
All of this is perhaps small details, but it falls in line with the who, what, when, where, why and how of good writing\reporting.
Holy shit that’s a lot of crazy in that blog. The kid in the Navy should volunteer for something really dangerous. It’s a better outcome than staying with that nutty broad. The guy coming to the rescue is just as fucked up as the swabby’s wife
Wow Amy takes latruda! This medication is used to treat certain mental/mood disorders (such as schizophrenia, depression associated with bipolar disorder. She is a lot more than bipolar, she is schizophrenic and this man uses her illness as a crutch for himself. This woman needs to leave him and his cheating ass. He does nothing but cause her more pain then anything else. And if for some reason god forbid she hurts herself or takes her life. It will be because of everything Kyle has done. Not this blog
Is everybody on the western side of Route 128 this fucked up? I know Worcester County is a pig stye but these chud monkey’s need to be euthanized.
I wouldn’t let Queequeg throw his harpoon into that
Support the troops, just not all of them, right Bristol? Fucking cunt.
I think Bristol needs to reiterate her military connection for this “Sea Man” like she did in the last blog’s comments. THAT guy apologized. Are you man enough to admit you’re wrong, Semen?
I’m OK with being called a cunt – not everyone is going to agree with everything I say, or any of it, even. That’s the cool thing about free speech. It’s free. And in all fairness, I am a cunt. So Sea Man isn’t wrong!
I had her wrong, dude. She’s connected, so she’s good to go.
Unlike some of these fucking nonners giving me shit for circling the wagons.
To them I say;
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Hey See MAN. How about a good old fashioned alley ride?
Arrgh! The last two screenshots of Desk Girl’s conversation are blurred! I didn’t realize how despondent this made me. It’s like my brain has blue balls or something. Fucking thanks, Bristol! C’mon, get your shit together!
Lmao he was scared shitless. Dude didnt know which lie to stick with bahahaha
*yawn*
Jesus fucking Christ am I sick of the self centered mental health black holes that just drain all your physical and emotional energy. Their whole world exists within an arms reach. Anything outside of that bubble doesn’t understand their inner angst and pain. Guess what you bipolar, ptsd cunts….
WE ALL HAVE FUCKING PROBLEMS
Yours are not mine to solve. Just because I’m not in crisis mode 24 hours a day doesn’t mean my life is all rainbows and unicorns. I just have enough respect for other people to know they don’t want to listen to my problems. And news flash, no one cares or wants to hear about yours. And if they do it’s most likely to make themselves feel better because you are all self involved pieces of shit.
True, but this is a pay me now or pay me later deal. I’d prefer you try to get someone with issues straightened out on the slim chance it is successful. Successful is cheaper if the person is well enough. There’s costs involved either way, but if you have success you have saved a person that can stand on their own 2 feet.
I cannot imagine introducing her, looking like that, to my commanding officer. Military spouses are also expected to represent, and she certainly does not.
Until she got rid of that pink clusterfuck on her head, bringing her to any military function would be out of the question.
LTJG Smartguy, Division officer: Gentlemen, remember this when you go on liberty: Never stick your dick in crazy.
ITSN DayGloFucker: Hold several of my beers…
The huge neck tattoo is very classy also. She looks like she has a five year old as a personal stylist. And that’s not funny. That’s really sad. Your a grown ass woman. I get you got lots and lots of mental health problems. But seriously I would be so embarrassed to introduce you to anyone. Your husband probably gets made fun of on the regular because of you and your cotton candy queen look. It’s very clear why Kyle would cheat. If you don’t want your man to Cheat on you, you better really fix yourself. And that’s gonna take a long long time to fix between your hot pink hair and all those nasty neck tats… yuck. Just yuck
I bet the gash on that pink haired meth punching bag smells like mildew and low tide
i haven’t seen this many scalliwags and cretins since my days at port royal and the isle of tortuga!