You F'ing C You Next Tueday startingover: You are not a woman, you are a f'in backstabbing c*nt. You knew that he and I were trying to work things out and about the baby. You knew that I loved him. You are the lowest of the low. You lied and used and manipulated grief for your own gain. You will rot in hell for what you have done.
You come back around and say that he isn't your prince charming, but a frog in disguise, when all along you were putting your moves back on him.
Re: You F'ing C You Next Tueday trapped: Im glad you like my term haha, it comes in handy quite a bit unfortunately ~~~BUT it carries more of a punch than most expletives ;).
Sorry probably poor timing for a little inside joke........
And yes, she is all that you just said yet carries on and on about being a victim. Its absurd.
Im so sorry.
Re: You F'ing C You Next Tueday startingover: lol. . .yes it does come in handy. ::) Of course the word is too good for her.
Re: You F'ing C You Next Tueday pluscachange: [quote author=Clarice link=topic=36515.msg388812#msg388812 date=1161611115">
I do not even begin to understand people that are willing to be the om or the ow . Do they not have a brain? Do they not realize that they will eventually screw them over as well?
The whole thing is idiotic and disgusting and yes the c word probably does not even come close to describing her.
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That confuses me as well. If they don't know, that's one thing and it makes them a victim as well, but if they do know, and don't care, wow, I just don't understand.
Well, I'd tailor that a bit maybe. I suppose if the OM/OW were married as well, then it would be like some kind of mutual shared guilt. The sense I'm speaking of is the kind that are not married, but don't mind being the OM/OW.
Met a pair of girls in a bar who gave me that line before. One of them was hooked up with a guy, who was married (not to either one of them) and they bragged how they found married guys hot and wanted to date them solely. The one that was hooked up with the guy stood there with some kind of weird grin on her face, the other one was looking me directly in the eye in a solid stare, twisting her hair and (obviously) thrusting her chest at me (a nice one as it happens). I had to excuse myself, quickly, because the idea that this was their turn on REALLY creeped me out. Fortunately, being a bartender at the time, I could easily walk away with an excuse.
