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Last night Big and I had a rather revealing text exchange which he has given his permission to post and this is what he had to say.
Directly quoting here:
Is this chick tripping on otc pills and cheap vodka again? She friendzoned me? Bitch please. She knows deep down in her hippopotamus heart that shit is a self-fabricated fantasy and the only ones dumb enough to believe such a preposterous fairytale are the rank-and-file idiot democretins who are apt to buying bullshit hook line and sinker by default. Because let's face it, if they weren't such utterly brain damaged vegetables they wouldn't be libtards to begin with.
I had a Trump era wall built around Friendness Island tryin to keep her hoofs out my pants. That's a fact. And I challenge her to prove otherwise.
In fact, I had a dime for every PM I ignored literally pleading for my attention I'd have been the one buying Twitter instead of Elon. This chick has the game all fucked up. I never gave her the slightest indication I had a thing for Pillsbury Dough Broads. Not once.
Poking a Bloated Elmer Fudd bean bag gut to watch them gigglesnort is not my idea of a sexually gratifying fetish. Seriously. Leave shit like that to Oak's inflatable life partner.
And despite all that she still hopped on a fucking plane at her own expense to come at me. Did I ask her to? Nooo. But what was I gonna do when she arrived, we were friends, she was there for me during my divorce, and I wasn't about to leave her stranded at the airport. Did I pay for all her expenses while she was here? Yes, I did, because I was raised as a gentleman, got it like that and I always pick up the tab when I'm with a woman no matter the context. But don't get that shit twisted hon. For real.
Now I kept my mouth shut for a long time on shit like this every time it bubbled to the surface during another of her drunken tirades because as you know I don't like to kiss and tell. That And the fact that we was pretty close friends for a long time, but I guess that's what happens to a person when they tighten up associations with a miserable hate huffing bush Pig like Oak. They begin to assimilate those very same traits which make that whale so universally unliked by anyone of sound mind. But if this bitch wanna put dirty laundry in the street because she went full liberal retard and is trying to impress the Countess of Chunky Cheese that's on her. We can let it all hang on out if that's how she wants to roll (pun intended).
I got stories and stories upon jokes over jokes. Shit I may even pull up the old trollvalhalla database like I did with SG just for some really good shits and gigs. And trust me there's dirt in there. Lots of it.
Now let me make something crystal clear. I loved Dovey, and to this day despite being in a happy relationship with a lovely woman whom I love very much a part of me still does. And always will. But at the time I had internal issues going on and didn't have the courage to put my all into a blended family. Timing was bad. Stars weren't in it. Bad luck for me. We're both happy now and she has a wonderful husband whom I admire. And that's all that matters.
S you hoes can die jealous and mad at the fact that despite all of the twists and turns, internal struggles and mistakes she's made in life she'll always remain a cut above you. Her battle scars do not define her but rather have turned her into the wonderful woman she is today. Of course, low Life toilet dwelling fungi like yourselves cannot see that because, let's face it, you cant even find a mirror big enough to reflect your ugly back to you let alone assimilate what it's screaming back at you in that shallow graveyard you call a soul. So frankly, Get fucked on the antler of a reindeer on Christmas day if you see it otherwise.
But if you hefty bag heifers think for one second you got the drop on her because of your meaningless degrees that essentially turned you into the monsters you, are you got another thing coming. Real men will always adore the down to earth chick in some cutoff jeans who's down to roll up her sleeves and get under the hood right beside her man. That's a fact.
So tell her to lay off that crack. Or better yet, smoke a lot more of it maybe she'll lose some fucking weight.
Oh yeah, and tell that mentally ill tosser Blurt he should shave his Popeye forearms before trying to pass himself off as one of the mean girls at the local day spa. And when fat dumb as a doorknob oak says "Triggered" tell her to trigger her fat loathsome self onto a treadmill.
Directly quoting here:
Is this chick tripping on otc pills and cheap vodka again? She friendzoned me? Bitch please. She knows deep down in her hippopotamus heart that shit is a self-fabricated fantasy and the only ones dumb enough to believe such a preposterous fairytale are the rank-and-file idiot democretins who are apt to buying bullshit hook line and sinker by default. Because let's face it, if they weren't such utterly brain damaged vegetables they wouldn't be libtards to begin with.
I had a Trump era wall built around Friendness Island tryin to keep her hoofs out my pants. That's a fact. And I challenge her to prove otherwise.
In fact, I had a dime for every PM I ignored literally pleading for my attention I'd have been the one buying Twitter instead of Elon. This chick has the game all fucked up. I never gave her the slightest indication I had a thing for Pillsbury Dough Broads. Not once.
Poking a Bloated Elmer Fudd bean bag gut to watch them gigglesnort is not my idea of a sexually gratifying fetish. Seriously. Leave shit like that to Oak's inflatable life partner.
And despite all that she still hopped on a fucking plane at her own expense to come at me. Did I ask her to? Nooo. But what was I gonna do when she arrived, we were friends, she was there for me during my divorce, and I wasn't about to leave her stranded at the airport. Did I pay for all her expenses while she was here? Yes, I did, because I was raised as a gentleman, got it like that and I always pick up the tab when I'm with a woman no matter the context. But don't get that shit twisted hon. For real.
Now I kept my mouth shut for a long time on shit like this every time it bubbled to the surface during another of her drunken tirades because as you know I don't like to kiss and tell. That And the fact that we was pretty close friends for a long time, but I guess that's what happens to a person when they tighten up associations with a miserable hate huffing bush Pig like Oak. They begin to assimilate those very same traits which make that whale so universally unliked by anyone of sound mind. But if this bitch wanna put dirty laundry in the street because she went full liberal retard and is trying to impress the Countess of Chunky Cheese that's on her. We can let it all hang on out if that's how she wants to roll (pun intended).
I got stories and stories upon jokes over jokes. Shit I may even pull up the old trollvalhalla database like I did with SG just for some really good shits and gigs. And trust me there's dirt in there. Lots of it.
Now let me make something crystal clear. I loved Dovey, and to this day despite being in a happy relationship with a lovely woman whom I love very much a part of me still does. And always will. But at the time I had internal issues going on and didn't have the courage to put my all into a blended family. Timing was bad. Stars weren't in it. Bad luck for me. We're both happy now and she has a wonderful husband whom I admire. And that's all that matters.
S you hoes can die jealous and mad at the fact that despite all of the twists and turns, internal struggles and mistakes she's made in life she'll always remain a cut above you. Her battle scars do not define her but rather have turned her into the wonderful woman she is today. Of course, low Life toilet dwelling fungi like yourselves cannot see that because, let's face it, you cant even find a mirror big enough to reflect your ugly back to you let alone assimilate what it's screaming back at you in that shallow graveyard you call a soul. So frankly, Get fucked on the antler of a reindeer on Christmas day if you see it otherwise.
But if you hefty bag heifers think for one second you got the drop on her because of your meaningless degrees that essentially turned you into the monsters you, are you got another thing coming. Real men will always adore the down to earth chick in some cutoff jeans who's down to roll up her sleeves and get under the hood right beside her man. That's a fact.
So tell her to lay off that crack. Or better yet, smoke a lot more of it maybe she'll lose some fucking weight.
Oh yeah, and tell that mentally ill tosser Blurt he should shave his Popeye forearms before trying to pass himself off as one of the mean girls at the local day spa. And when fat dumb as a doorknob oak says "Triggered" tell her to trigger her fat loathsome self onto a treadmill.
