Thats whom i was thinking about but Honestly I dont remember any of the storys....

I know she was Crazy as *****

I could probably jog your memory, but it would be embarrassing

Ah, so her ugly side was when she ripped a Taco fart in your face.......

I had a crazy ex one time.

She broke up with me, said I was crazy.

Then I saw her all over the place, out with her friends, eating dinner with her family, going to doctors appointments, going into the police station, flying to Europe - I saw her everywhere.

I even saw her in her house when I was croutching in the bushes jerkin it.

Then the crazy b!tch gives ME a restraining order.

She had problems.

I had to end it.

Killed her in her sleep.

Made stew out of her and fed all my friends - my cat, God, and the angry gorilla that lives in my garage.

I went to Olathe North...

Purchase a couple ounces of Meth (should be easy enough in KC). Call Crazy-Ex up and tell her you want to see her to talk and "get some things straightened out", tell her you can pick her up. When she is not looking, drop half the drugs in her house. Find a reason to get in her car, hide the other half under the seat, along with some weed. Take her to Taco Bell and give her the "it's not me, it's you" speech. Go home and call Crimestoppers with your anonymous tip regarding a known drug dealer. Collect your $1000.

(remember in 10-15 years that you might want to consider purchasing a gun)

Case closed.

Where do I begin? ROFL

Yeah but your a little old for us. 26 right? I bet I know a couple people you went to school with.

Her birth certificate says 26, but her mind and body say 17.

Ouch.

I didn't mean it like that, sorry

Well, she can take solace in the fact she's not 32.

So women act crazy around you? Really?

Gotta love the google ads at the top:

"She's waiting to meet you" and "Find a Girlfriend"

ROFL

4321

wait about a month and call her around 2am when you get back from the bars, she will be more than likely to give in to all of your sexual pleasures, do that once or twice a week until she realizes that you are just using her for sex and then she will probably not want to talk to you again. But do not give her any hope, only call her when you are drunk and it is after 2am, don't take her out to eat or anything like that. I worked for me with a semi-crazy ex I had

Work mode is the cure. no ads

Yep,it reminded me of some crazy shit I pulled on an ex in college.

the ads are still there look at the top of the screen

I'm in "At Work Mode" also, but they show up at the top of my screen.

No, no, we're not crazy at all. We're all well-adjusted, perfectly sane individuals.

I'm in full-featured mode and I don't see any adds at all.

True,now that I think about it,it was her fault I did what I did,her and some dude named jack daniels.

There is a link to google ads and post adds on this site, but that is it. Weird.

My worst moments were all from spending too much time on the banks of Knob Creek.

hum. Back in High School. My girlfriend decided to cheat on me, at the same party that I already nailed her twice at. Of course at this time, I had girls who were jealous of her warning me over her, telling me to keep an eye on that tramp.

So I go looking for her, can't find her anywhere. I walk into my friends parents room, and started walking out when I heard a belt buckle. I go open a doot to a balcony type roof, to see here pinned against the wall and his hands down her pants.

She just looks up and says Oh shit, I said Yep.... Now the guy she was with was a good friend of mine, and since he was on a roof, I didn't really like the idea of getting in a fight on a roof where either one or both of us could fall to severe damage or death. SO I calmly went downstairs and was about to leave her ass, when the parents of the house took my keys. Thank you!!!!! I drank to much, and didn't have any business driving. Anyway, I took up smoking for the next two hours, when I went up to bed. Now this was a party. Everyone was crashing there, so I was sleeping on the floor along with 6 of my other friends while my buddy who hosted the party was nailing one of the girls who told me to watch out.

Anyway, the girl came to apologize. I told her the only way I would forgive her was to hope on top, but naked for everyone to watch. She said NO, I said well good bye then. She then said, well can I at least do it where they can just realize what we are doing with outactually seeing. At that point the guy beside me gave a thumbs up. So me being a young buck went five rounds with her.

Of course I woke up sober the next morning, and told her to get lost. Which we ended up getting hooked back up months later, for one last screw.

Now she went to a different school than me. But my current wife went to her same school. I knew my wife a couple years before this, but she ended up asking my wife, HOW she could get me back, she realizes she screwed up and had to have me back. At that time, I was dating my wife again, so she told her, her chances were not very good, since I was already dating someone. I guess she found out later that it was my wife and went nuts on the schools trophy cases, while screaming my name. Supposedly put her fist through it.

She did show up at my house, just I was leaving to college my Sophmore year This was like two years later. She just laid in my bed with her hands behind her back as I packed for school, while talking to me about how she is all F-ed up now, dropped out of school, blah blah balh. After thinking about that now, I think she may have come over to stab me.

Anyway, the guy didn't get off Free. He just happened to be the QB of our team. I was the Right Guard. I let him get hit a couple times, we hadn't WON a game all year, so why not. Then he got up in my grill and told me to wake up. So I went to block the linebacker like it was a trap play, and the guy lit him up. I remember them asking him where he was, and all he mummbled was I see the white house with purple horses. I was soon replaced by a freshman, with like three games to go.

Dont feel bad man, I got done the same way by a chick that I wanted to marry named Stephanie.

Of course she hasnt stalked me, and im glad she dumped me cause i've found someone better in my life now.

Gotta be the current front runner........

I don't feel bad, it just bothers me that she showed up two years later, as I was packing up to leave and all she did was sit on my bed with her hands on her back.

I really think she was planning stabbing me or something.

So the whole tennhottieDP didn't work out too well for IIIdognight eh.

noone predicted that here.....

From what I heard he's getting hitched to someone else now. ROFL

tell the story III, Tell the story.

We saw the beginning....its only fair to read the last chapter of that story to us.

I had one that not only left 2 weeks before Christmas ("Dear John" letter), she even took her wrapped presents from under the tree.

don't be sorry- I don't think I'm old- I like being 26... less horny old men think I'm attractive now that they know how old I am :)

Wow. Cold.

Ok...I was dating this girl for about a year and a half and she was a compulsive liar. I have a son so in order for her to kind of "get in" with me she told me her brother had a daughter that he gave up for adoption...imagine the surprise when I asked her brother how often he got to see her. She told her friends that I hit her which was proven to be untrue and now her friend are my friends. She also tried playing the rape card for which that was proven untrue. Oh the list goes on and on...anything from spending the last year trying to get me back and even saying that if i got her pregnant we could spend the nine months rekindling our relationship to lies about not being with her ex-boyfriend. Oh she showed up at my place one time while i was having a party and caused a big scene by laying down outside my door and yelling. Apt. manager wasn't too happy about that one. That's just a start but I can't recall anything more...it took a huge toll out of me.

I feel your pain my brother. rep

You know I am in the market for an older woman :D

you just want another story for this thread, don't you?

Okay here is another one.

I actually tried the internet dating thing. I actually met a girl playing cards on Yahoo, about a month after I moved out from my ex wife. She invited me to Alberqurque to go to her friends wedding. Which was like months and months away. So she suggested that she come and stay with me for a week so we could get to know each other, that way when I did come down, she wouldn't feel bad introducing me to her daughter.

Now I saw pictures of here on the internet, but when she got off the plane, damn. those pictures did great justice to her. I was so grossed out, I literally left here there at the airport. Anticipating her showing up at my apartment, I unplugged the battery from my car, so I could make an excuse that my battery died. Well she did show up and it was a miserable week. of course I unplugged my battery because the cars battery was supposed to be dead, so we didn't leave the apartment. At this point, things were going to bad that she was sleeping on the sofa.

I asked everyone around if they would pretend driving me around town to get a new battery, but they found this extremely funny and wouldn't help, until the day before she left. We ended up taking the battery with us, so that I wouldn't have to buy a new one. I just put the old one back in.

UGHHH.. that thought of that still makes me ill.

If you qualify for a story on this thread stay in Olathe, please. :harumph:









:)

Back when I was single, I had a rule. If a woman stabbed me, I'd stop seeing her. Unless of course she was really hot, in which case I'd take into account the location and depth of the wound and make my judgment accordingly.

I don't date younger guys anyway -- especially ones with psycho baggage



:p

My ex-wife is the definition of the "C" word........

damn you gochiefs, i dont wanna tell the planet members that can ruin good things.

i think he wants me to become single again so that i can end up like him and not have someone in my life.

but im not tellin the story this time. sorry guys. i've learned from these things, and when the other one found out about this she really got pissed, so not this time buddies.

I have one but she wasn't an ex..

About 10 years ago I was managing a title company in a very rural location. After the manager I replace retired I hired a young man whose wife worked at a Real Estate office in town that also happened to feed us a TON of business. It was little more than two weeks after he brought his wife by the office that I started receiving this messed up letters AT WORK.... Were talking cut and pasted letters from mag's and newspapers. The first was kind of innocent but the 4 that followed were extremely accurate of my daily routine like when I went to the gym and when I was home everyday. I actually saved them uncase it was a nut but later I unfortunately found it was my employees wife by her own admission.

Imagine.... Nasty woman pulls into your driveway, kid in the back seat (like a 1 year old), smoking a cig and obviously drunk to inform you she's your secret admirer. :Lin:

Then to top it off she peels out of your driveway after you refuse her advances (she actually offered a BJ :shake: )...Man that was bad.

Anyho I ended up firing her husband (ended up being worthless) but had to deal with the gunt for about 6 months before she was fired from the Real Estate Co.

Fun Fun

BURNED!!!!!!!!!!!

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She would take consideration. Definately the hottest thing I ever had. Lets say she was close to Jessica Simpson. Same body, about the same quality of looks on the face without the ACNE clearing up stuff she promotes. And she loved to give hickies down by the belt buckle to make the guys at practice jealous, when I practiced in skins. Until my Coach finally told me to make the tramp stop it.

III, III, III...

2 things.
1. I think you should tell how the first one ENDED...not the new princess
B. You can tell what you want about the new one....JUST DON'T TELL HER ABOUT THE PLANET!!!!!like I told you LAST TIME.

So.....we know how you met the first one, we know she got your blueberry while your pa was at walmart.....I nEED to know how the story ends.

I tell you how it ended in thats it, it ended by lettin her family tell her who to see and her cheating on me.

Thats how it ended.

Cute?

cunning?

My fiance's ex-girlfriend called him 20 times in the course of 30 minutes in the middle of the night

Heh !!

Cerebral......

My story isn't so much about knife pulling or murdering, just a good ole fashioned high school ex boyfriend stalker story....

We broke up, his choice although it should have been mine, and I had moved on. Went on a date with a guy who lived down the street from the ex (big mistake). The guy I went on a date with and I came back to his house and when we drove up, the ex was sitting on the sidewalk, next to my car, in his pajamas with his guitar. When I got out of the car and we walked up to him, he was singing a song about how much he hated me. He and the guy I went on the date with got in a fight....and he ran back to his house with his guitar.
The next night after going out with some friends, I come back home, and he had spray painted "I Love You" on my driveway.

Is this another GoChiefs story?

Ron Burgandy-"Don't act like your not impressed"-Ron Burgandy

whoa, emo stalker...rep

Please note that story is from 10 years ago....

sure.

lying to yourself is never the answer.

but whatever gets you through the night...

yeah, i cried myself to sleep for days and days, he was such a catch! ;)

REP






Just for your name :D

After the 16th or 17th call, I would've probably stopped answering.

"I came home from work one day and the place was empty. She took everything, including the ice cube trays out of the freezer. Seriously now, what kind of sick bitch takes the ice cube trays?"

I just kept thinking to myself, does she really think that by the 10th call he might just answer it this time??

I don't want to be alarmist, but earlier in this thread I told a story about a psycho ex-girlfriend that ended with me moving and not telling her where I lived, and saying, "I never heard from her again." That all happened about 15 years ago.

Well, about 15 minutes ago, someone called my office and asked to speak to me. When my phone person asked for the purpose of the call, the woman said she wanted to surprise me. Same first name as said psycho ex-girlfriend. The person who takes our incoming calls told her that she needed to state a purpose if she wanted to get through, and she just said again, "I want to surprise him. He won't be expecting to hear from me." She wouldn't give a reason and then hung up when she couldn't get past the gatekeeper, saying she would call back later.

That's totally creepy. If I end up dead, somebody give this post to the police.

JD is a girl?

What about older ones with psycho baggage?

Oh wait, nevermind, you said something about horny old men being a bad thing earlier.

Carry on.

I'm setting myself to be Endo2.0, but what the hey?

This isn't so much a singular trauma as a cumulative one, in that it happened 4 different times, in almost the exact same way. Twice in HS, twice in college

Broad outlines are as follows. Me and Girl X start something up. Girl X has a good friend who is nice enough, but totally dead to me in 'that way.' A bit of a chunky gal, your typical female wing-[wo]man. As Girl X and I get more and more involved, the chunky one becomes determined that it is in fact she and I who were destined to frolick happily in bliss for eternity. Despite the fact that our interactions never went beyond "hey, what's up?" or "the gangs going to Chucky Cheese, wanna go?" things eventually esacalate to the point where the chunky wingwoman is crying on other friends' shoulder, shouting at my GF in public places, threatening suicide, etc.

Needless to say, my visceral reaction to girls of a certain somataform is . . . strained. I feel horrible about it, and strive to be a decent guy, . . and Lord knows I have no room for particularity at this point, but this just came up recently when a nice, charming, larger girl who was at a party with on New Years put out inquiries after the fact, and I had to apologetically explain my . . condition . . to mutual friends.

She noted, with some pride, that there were fewer and fewer of us horny old men every year. Someone needs to investigate her friend's pig farm.

You know, you might be onto something there.

And Baby Lee, I suffer from the same condition. Which is ironic, since I'm a fat, ugly bastard.

What, the breasts didn't give it away?

I'm not trying to generalize, yeah, but look at me do it anyways...but unfortunately, girls of a certain stature often have that same type of personality (unless they are gay), and so your reservations are probably merited. You might try counseling, maybe Oprah, you know, if she has time.

Fat girls are psycho or gay?

Learn something new every day.

or jolly

Let the record reflect that I made the initial post, and expressed my regret over the visceral reaction I have developed. I take no responsibility for the subsequent direction this discussion takes. :p

Wow, how appropriate this thread popped up. I've got a fresh one, happened Sunday night.

So I've been seeing this girl since the beginning of December. We'd had a few ups and downs, but after every issue cropped up, things seemed to be better afterward and we seemed to be moving forward quite well.

So Sunday night, I was in a crabby mood. Just one of those things. So she's at my place and we're settling in to watch a movie. She decides she wants some ice cream. I have a new carton of Turkey Hill Peanut Butter Cup (which is more like chocolate ice cream with huge bricks of peanut butter in). So we're scooping this stuff out, and she starts picking all of the big pieces of peanut butter out of the carton. I made a face like, "what the ****?" Finally she says, "what?" I say, "If I wanted chocolate ice cream, I would have bought chocolate ice cream." With this I give in and say, "I'm in a really bad mood, I can't do this tonight, I'm gonna take you home." So she absolutely LOSES it. She goes berserk and starts saying she's never been treated this way in her life, like some piece of shit off the street. She continued on, telling me I'm the most selfish person she's every met and I make her sick to her stomach. I'm trying to stay calm and at the same time calm her down, but she's in irrational PSYCHO mode. Eventually, she's so disgusted by my selfishness (because the jewelry and all of the dinners and countless other movies and shit that I've paid for don't COUNT) that she locks herself in my bathroom and calls her cousin to come get her, only he doesn't answer. I tell her to unlock the door, because in her state I don't trust her (hey, I've got toothbrushes and medication that could be tainted). She refuses, so I tell her I have to take a huge dump (which was true). So she comes out and in the state I'm in, I forget about the shit (I wanted to keep my eye on her). She realizes I don't have to go to the bathroom so she runs back in. I was quick enough to get over and hold the doorknob so she can't lock it and she flips out calling me all sorts of names. I ask her in a calm and rational voice to please just open the door and I won't bother her, but she won't. So I try pushing it open and she's pushing back. Now she's like 110 pounds and I'm 190. You do the math. I start to push and she starts crying like I'm coming in to beat her to death, which is the farthest thing from my mind. Eventually she gives in and lets me in. We sit there in silence and finally I say, "please just let me take you home so I can get on with my life." She agrees. As she is walking out I realize she has my thick wool socks on (I love those damn things). I ask for my socks back, I'll even give her another pair to wear home, I just want those. She tells me, "Go to ****ing hell you selfish piece of shit," while flipping me off right in my face. Finally I had to be loud, and I said, "**** you, you crazy asshole!" (Yes I am a very patient person and it takes a lot to get me to yell or call people names). She went on, in great shock that I could even think that she was crazy, to call me every name she could think of with the word, "****" in heavy rotation. I took her home, not a word was said.

All of this is the truth. I haven't spoken to her since, and I don't want to. I'm already working on my next ex.

She flips out over ice cream? What the hell?

Welcome to my world. the effing planets must be in some kind of psycho bitch alignment...rep