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why did your last relationship end? The b!tch was screwing around on me. and what would you do differently next time? Shoot them both.  I like that concept |
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why did your last relationship end? The b!tch was screwing around on me. and what would you do differently next time? Shoot them both. I like that concept 
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why did your last relationship end? The b!tch was screwing around on me. and what would you do differently next time? Shoot them both. I like that concept and it takes a whole lot less energy to squeeze a trigger than swing a bat...
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My last relationship ended because of something called a "high-velocity disagreement"- she'd keep on hurling her fists to my face at high velocity when we had minor disagreements, if not worse.
I got tired of being a human punching bag, so I told her to go choke on a tire. She responded with a couple more "high-velocity disagreements". |
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My last relationship ended because of something called a "high-velocity disagreement"- she'd keep on hurling her fists to my face at high velocity when we had minor disagreements, if not worse. I got tired of being a human punching bag, so I told her to go choke on a tire. She responded with a couple more "high-velocity disagreements".
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My last relationship ended because of something called a "high-velocity disagreement"- she'd keep on hurling her fists to my face at high velocity when we had minor disagreements, if not worse. I got tired of being a human punching bag, so I told her to go choke on a tire. She responded with a couple more "high-velocity disagreements". violence is never funny unless it is against an inanimate object (door frame) 
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My last one ended because he was younger and could not handle a ready made family. He was 33 and very mature, successful, handsome, caring...but not ready...oh well...
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My last relationship ended because of something called a "high-velocity disagreement"- she'd keep on hurling her fists to my face at high velocity when we had minor disagreements, if not worse. I got tired of being a human punching bag, so I told her to go choke on a tire. She responded with a couple more "high-velocity disagreements". violence is never funny unless it is against an inanimate object (door frame) Yeah, I'll say- The worst part was there was nothing I could do about it other than break up with her. If I retaliated with violence (something I would NEVER do, as I wasn't raised that way), I'd be screwed beyond belief because she'd call the cops on me (she was twisted like that) and would cry "domestic violence". And since I'm much larger than her, the cops aren't gonna believe that SHE was the one taking part in the domestic violence. Trying to tell her to cool it would only get her more pissed, which would result in my man-berries getting a swift one by a well-placed kneed or foot. So I just had to leave, which she didn't like in the least. She got all sobby and stuff to try to keep from skipping town like a thief in the night, until I got close enough for her to deck me again. |
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Yes but not a sane, but oh insanity a good way to stay out of jail
why did your last relationship end? The b!tch was screwing around on me. and what would you do differently next time? Shoot them both. I like that concept |
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You are funny My last relationship ended because of something called a "high-velocity disagreement"- she'd keep on hurling her fists to my face at high velocity when we had minor disagreements, if not worse. I got tired of being a human punching bag, so I told her to go choke on a tire. She responded with a couple more "high-velocity disagreements". |
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I Was told by her(my first and last so far) that she doesnt want to know I exsist...
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Edited by
franshade
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Thu 03/20/08 01:00 PM
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My last relationship ended because of something called a "high-velocity disagreement"- she'd keep on hurling her fists to my face at high velocity when we had minor disagreements, if not worse. I got tired of being a human punching bag, so I told her to go choke on a tire. She responded with a couple more "high-velocity disagreements". violence is never funny unless it is against an inanimate object (door frame) Yeah, I'll say- The worst part was there was nothing I could do about it other than break up with her. If I retaliated with violence (something I would NEVER do, as I wasn't raised that way), I'd be screwed beyond belief because she'd call the cops on me (she was twisted like that) and would cry "domestic violence". And since I'm much larger than her, the cops aren't gonna believe that SHE was the one taking part in the domestic violence. Trying to tell her to cool it would only get her more pissed, which would result in my man-berries getting a swift one by a well-placed kneed or foot. So I just had to leave, which she didn't like in the least. She got all sobby and stuff to try to keep from skipping town like a thief in the night, until I got close enough for her to deck me again. Sorry you went thru that, but on the positive you removed yourself from that situation. I am not promoting violence in the least, but I was raised to treat others how you want to be treated, so when I was young/beautiful and stupid (least my daughter's father thought so); dont really remember why, but he slapped the sh!t out of me. I spun around 2 times and froze, had never been hit before in my life. Stood there like a frozen statute for what seemed to be a lifetime, but then I just went upstairs, never said a word. By the time I reached our 3rd floor apt., I was fuming... he never saw the iron skillet heading his way, knocked his sorry a$$ out cold. Walked away from that relationship then and there. |
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My last relationship ended because of something called a "high-velocity disagreement"- she'd keep on hurling her fists to my face at high velocity when we had minor disagreements, if not worse. I got tired of being a human punching bag, so I told her to go choke on a tire. She responded with a couple more "high-velocity disagreements". violence is never funny unless it is against an inanimate object (door frame) Yeah, I'll say- The worst part was there was nothing I could do about it other than break up with her. If I retaliated with violence (something I would NEVER do, as I wasn't raised that way), I'd be screwed beyond belief because she'd call the cops on me (she was twisted like that) and would cry "domestic violence". And since I'm much larger than her, the cops aren't gonna believe that SHE was the one taking part in the domestic violence. Trying to tell her to cool it would only get her more pissed, which would result in my man-berries getting a swift one by a well-placed kneed or foot. So I just had to leave, which she didn't like in the least. She got all sobby and stuff to try to keep from skipping town like a thief in the night, until I got close enough for her to deck me again. Sorry you went thru that, but on the positive you removed yourself from that situation. I am not promoting violence in the least, but I was raised to treat others how you want to be treated, so when I was young/beautiful and stupid (least my daughter's father thought so); dont really remember why, but he slapped the sh!t out of me. I spun around 2 times and froze, had never been hit before in my life. Stood there like a frozen statute for what seemed to be a lifetime, but then I just went upstairs, never said a word. By the time I reached our 3rd floor apt., I was fuming... he never saw the iron skillet heading his way, knocked his sorry a$$ out cold. Walked away from that relationship then and there. 
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My last relationship ended because of something called a "high-velocity disagreement"- she'd keep on hurling her fists to my face at high velocity when we had minor disagreements, if not worse. I got tired of being a human punching bag, so I told her to go choke on a tire. She responded with a couple more "high-velocity disagreements". violence is never funny unless it is against an inanimate object (door frame) Yeah, I'll say- The worst part was there was nothing I could do about it other than break up with her. If I retaliated with violence (something I would NEVER do, as I wasn't raised that way), I'd be screwed beyond belief because she'd call the cops on me (she was twisted like that) and would cry "domestic violence". And since I'm much larger than her, the cops aren't gonna believe that SHE was the one taking part in the domestic violence. Trying to tell her to cool it would only get her more pissed, which would result in my man-berries getting a swift one by a well-placed kneed or foot. So I just had to leave, which she didn't like in the least. She got all sobby and stuff to try to keep from skipping town like a thief in the night, until I got close enough for her to deck me again. Sorry you went thru that, but on the positive you removed yourself from that situation. I am not promoting violence in the least, but I was raised to treat others how you want to be treated, so when I was young/beautiful and stupid (least my daughter's father thought so); dont really remember why, but he slapped the sh!t out of me. I spun around 2 times and froze, had never been hit before in my life. Stood there like a frozen statute for what seemed to be a lifetime, but then I just went upstairs, never said a word. By the time I reached our 3rd floor apt., I was fuming... he never saw the iron skillet heading his way, knocked his sorry a$$ out cold. Walked away from that relationship then and there. Like I said, I couldn't get away with doing any of that as I'd probably be getting a wood shampoo from the cops in no time. She would have surely called 911 and cried domestic violence while spouting the alligator tears. She DID probably deserve getting a black eye, though. Just not from me, as I don't do that crap. |
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My last relationship ended because of something called a "high-velocity disagreement"- she'd keep on hurling her fists to my face at high velocity when we had minor disagreements, if not worse. I got tired of being a human punching bag, so I told her to go choke on a tire. She responded with a couple more "high-velocity disagreements". violence is never funny unless it is against an inanimate object (door frame) Yeah, I'll say- The worst part was there was nothing I could do about it other than break up with her. If I retaliated with violence (something I would NEVER do, as I wasn't raised that way), I'd be screwed beyond belief because she'd call the cops on me (she was twisted like that) and would cry "domestic violence". And since I'm much larger than her, the cops aren't gonna believe that SHE was the one taking part in the domestic violence. Trying to tell her to cool it would only get her more pissed, which would result in my man-berries getting a swift one by a well-placed kneed or foot. So I just had to leave, which she didn't like in the least. She got all sobby and stuff to try to keep from skipping town like a thief in the night, until I got close enough for her to deck me again. Sorry you went thru that, but on the positive you removed yourself from that situation. I am not promoting violence in the least, but I was raised to treat others how you want to be treated, so when I was young/beautiful and stupid (least my daughter's father thought so); dont really remember why, but he slapped the sh!t out of me. I spun around 2 times and froze, had never been hit before in my life. Stood there like a frozen statute for what seemed to be a lifetime, but then I just went upstairs, never said a word. By the time I reached our 3rd floor apt., I was fuming... he never saw the iron skillet heading his way, knocked his sorry a$$ out cold. Walked away from that relationship then and there. Like I said, I couldn't get away with doing any of that as I'd probably be getting a wood shampoo from the cops in no time. She would have surely called 911 and cried domestic violence while spouting the alligator tears. She DID probably deserve getting a black eye, though. Just not from me, as I don't do that crap. you are definitely right - man should not hit women and vice versa. 
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Edited by
ShadowLands
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Thu 03/20/08 01:24 PM
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My last relationship ended because of something called a "high-velocity disagreement"- she'd keep on hurling her fists to my face at high velocity when we had minor disagreements, if not worse. I got tired of being a human punching bag, so I told her to go choke on a tire. She responded with a couple more "high-velocity disagreements". Ex #1 thought she could do that. Found out that I'm good at slipping punches and the door frame behind me wasn't. I still hear those bones in her fist breaking to this day......and it always cheers me up. You are funny As much as I've been screwed over in the two marriages I have to be funny. Otherwise, I'd be a homicidal maniac locked in a padded room. The court-ordered anger management class I had to take after the episode with ex-#2, her blow-hard neanderthal boyfriend, and my Louisville Slugger was a laugh a minute. The judge didn't want to order the class as he felt I was within my rights of self-defense but he pretty much had to do it. He said, "Make the most out of it, please." So I did....I had those morons laughing at themselves more than me. They asked me why I broke the guys knees. I told him, "Well...you see....he was 6'5" and I'm 5'8" and we just couldn't see eye-to-eye on the problem so I brought him down to my level."
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I Was told by her(my first and last so far) that she doesnt want to know I exsist...  Her loss.
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Thast what everyone else told me....
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total lack of communication and openness on the girlie's part
i've since heard from her and she admits that. lotta good that does now, since she has a new bf and all. it's whatever, she was repressed and the sex was no fun...to say the least |
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Thast what everyone else told me.... I know that sometimes well mostly all the time its hard to try to think that it is thier loss. I always wanted to think there was something wrong with me. I now have begun to believe that if it doesn't work out it was never meant to be to begin with. 
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