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When I was actively cheating on my second wife I had this petite Jamaican chick, 115 pounds soaking wet (if that) and timid as fuck.
Good looking girl but real quite in public.
Got her back to her place to fuck.
to fuck
to fuccccckkkkkkkkkk
and fuccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkk some more
and then my dick started smelling like burnt flesh and I figured I'd had about enough
and god dammit that pussy just wouldn't die. So there I was, bed moved a full 5ft from the wall, old lady in the apartment below launching her fucking broom through the ceiling and me thinking to myself I never wanna have sex again!
She was a beast that would make beasts run for their lives
After that I can always be heard saying "every man wants a nympo until he gets one"
this video reminds me of our interaction
I always forget your second wife even existed
I hope SATAN doesn't forget
Did she finally marry him?
Satan?
They been married
since the day she was born I believe
that rotten fucking bitch
Satan was hooked up with my ex too. What a ho!
My ex used to put arsenic in my food.
Can you believe that shit?
as nice of a guy as I am?
that cunt
I was suspicious my ex was trying to kill me. She was a nurse and I never had proof but I started having health issues at the end of our marriage.
Okay so check this out. True story.
We had 3 kids between us at the time. My two sons and her daughter. I worked as a big wig for a bank at the time and was very very busy all day long with meetings and shit.
but despite all that she'd always feel the need to call me in the afternoon to tell me she cooked and to supply me with detailed instructions on which Tupperware container MY food was in as opposed to that of the 3 kids. And yes the lids were all color coded.
So let's say for the sake of argument I was assigned the green container placed specifically above the microwave. That was the container I was to eat when I got home.
Well, to my own benefit I simply yesed her off the phone each and every time, but as usual rarely listened to anything this cunt said. So of course, when I got home I naturally chose the container I felt had the least amount of her nasty slop in it. Which was probably the one allocated to my youngest son. Who, coincidentally, would rather eat cat hair balls than anything she cooked cause it was so fucking nasty.
Yes, Haitians aren't exactly known for their contributions to world cuisine.
Me? I had to at least give the appearance that I ate some of it or holy fucking hell would break loose. But sadly, it did anyway as I always seemed to choose the wrong container. And boy did she blow a fucking gasket when that happened.
Yeah, she was trying to poison me. The bitch.