I only checked this to see if you got home okay last night, but...
Originally posted by Bill Krozby
cranberries (the girl I choked out twice, I should of done of a better job)
First, it's I should
have. Second, you only kinda choked me once. You got an enhancement for strangulation on your family violence charge because you stuck your fingers in my throat to stop me from screaming so the cops could hear me outside after you had been attacking me and holding me against my will for over three hours. I'm assuming this second time you're referring to is just when you basically got arrested for the same crime a year later because you were hanging out with me when you shouldn't have been because of the protective order. Yes, you held me against my will and attacked me again, but it wasn't nearly as bad, and I don't remember any choking that time. You did get another charge for unlawful restraint, but there were no secondary charges in relation to strangulation, and believe me, I would've told them if it had happened. Regardless, bragging about "choking me out twice" is dumb af. Maybe I should have done a better job at choking you when I was defending myself in the first attack. I remember being on top of you, my hands squeezing your neck, your teeth covered in blood, your face turning purple. It wouldn't have taken me much longer if I wouldn't have stopped. Even though I was defending myself, I wouldn't have wanted killing you on my conscious, plus I loved you, and there was no real reason why you started fighting me; you were just really drunk. Physically, I messed you up worse than you did me, so I wouldn't be so boastful.
Originally posted by Bill Krozby
and half way through she went to the bathroom and never came back she left her brew in the cup holder and I was like wtf and called her and she said that im an embarassment even though now she has a gold nose ring and a tattoo you can't see because her arm fat covers it up.
Yeah, you talked through not only the trailers, but an hour into the movie after I had told you multiple times to be quiet. The guy in front of us was visibly annoyed by you (and therefore, us). You're the one who wanted to go to the movies... Maybe you just wanted to take me so you could slobber on me and feel me up in a dark theater, but that doesn't really work when you go to a popular new movie on a weekend night. And, I actually wanted to see that movie, so you not only were annoying the people around us, but also me. Then, for some reason, you thought it was okay to make some joke about jedis that was not relevant at all. I thought, okay, maybe that's it, he got his vulgar, bigotted comment out and he'll shut up for the rest of the movie... but NO. You fucking YELLED the word "retard" so loud that everyone in the whole fucking theater could hear. Who the fuck does that? Sometimes... I feel sorry for you because it's apparent that you have multiple afflictions such as Asperger's, Tourette's, Bipolar Disorder, Paranoid Schizophrenia... but the fact that you're aware of at least some of these things, and aware that these things make you a complete and utter asshole, and you don't seek any treatment or do anything about it, makes you completely and totally deserve every repercussion of your actions. I've always been sorry for the
things I have done to you, including ditching you at the theater without a ride, but I've never been sorry for WHY I did those things. They were reactionary to the things you were doing to me, and you deserved them.
And I bet you like my nose ring and tattoo... And my tattoo is only covered up my my arm fat when I fully flex my arm... which would happen to anyone with it's placement regardless of how fat they are. It was put in an inconspicuous place intentionally.
Originally posted by Bill Krozby
i figured 2 and a half years would be enough for us to be friends but she has gained a lot of weight and talks about going to the the gym but has hairy arm pits so I knew she was lying
How does not shaving my arm pits = me lying about going to the gym? That doesn't make any damn sense. I have been going to the gym. That's where I went straight after I left you at the movies. I told you I had to go Sunday night or Monday morning before work and that's why I wasn't going to stay overnight with you. I've been going to the gym to work on strengthening the right muscles to realign my pelvis and rehabilitate my low back to prevent getting severe spasms like I used to. I stopped shaving my armpits because my skin is sensitive and it's painful for me. I'd rather have a patch of soft hair there than a rash of pimples and pustules. Plus it's fun to pet. Same with my pussy. It isn't shaved either. You were definitely on drugs the other night.
And I don't weigh any more or less than I did the last time you saw me. I may have bloated up because the only thing you fed me the nights we got together was lasagna, potato salad, Takis, beer, sugar-laden malt liquor, chips, and candy. I'm insulin resistant and carbs fuck me up, especially when I haven't had them in a while, which I have been limiting. We talked about this at the movies.
Regardless of how much I weigh, I'm still a desirable bitch. You still want to fuck me after all these years of fighting and getting arrested and being on probation and not talking to me for two years... And I think you and I both know I'm much better looking than I was the last time you saw me. You told me the other night how pretty I was and that was after I slobbered all over your cock, had snot on my face and smeared my mascara. And of course, WITH my hairy pits and pussy. ;) Not to mention you still have a pic of me in your fap folder that I sent you two years ago.
And yeah, I wish you and I could be friends too, but you've never been a friend to me. Only a lover and an enemy. You can never chill and be in between; you've always gotta have your hands on me. The only times you've been nice or good to me were for your own benefit and even that was limited. Sometimes holding me down and kicking me was better for you. I've always told you this, and this will probably always be true - there will always be a place in my heart for you... if not that, I at least won't ever forget you... but you are too much to handle. You're an unruly child. You used to be a conquest for me. I wanted you to turn good because of me. I wanted to show you a good life and you quit your shit. But you just took advantage of me, and I was too young and naive to realize it until it was too late. Life has gotten better for me without you in it. The golden energy in my soul that you sucked dry has been replenished. I've paid off debt. I've raised my credit score. I bought a new car. I have good friends that take care of me. I'm happy. I love myself. I love my job. I've gotten a promotion and a couple raises and getting on salary in a couple months and another considerable raise at the beginning of next year. I'm taking a vacation next month. I'll be able to afford my own place when my lease is up. My skin is better. I can make my pussy squirt. And there are many who love to watch it and tell me how pretty and perfect it is. All my lovers since have treated me well, taken me out to dinner, licked my pussy, fucked me and made me cum at least three times before they did. I have one now that begs for my attention and his eyes roll in the back of his head and brain turns to mush with every word I speak (his words). And that's even AFTER I poured a menstrual cup full of blood into his mouth. I have another that told me I was wife material just last night. I am adored. More people admire me and want to worship me than I can actually handle. You don't know me. You've never fucking known me. And it's all because you never bothered. You made everything about you. I am great. And wonderful. And beautiful. And powerful. And you'll never be able to know it. And it's best that you don't. Because I will fuck you up.
The only reason why I hit you up Thursday was because I was bored and wanted to go to the new library downtown. That's something I thought you'd enjoy since it seems like you've had a rough time lately with your gf dumping you, and you overdosing, and then spending a few days in the psych hospital. I wouldn't have even thought to hit you up if you hadn't tried contacting me a couple months ago, numerous times, might I add... I was just trying to be nice, but of course you ruined it.
Originally posted by Bill Krozby
i gave her a few cream pies without asking her if she is still on b control. She's smart enough to know the baby would abort itself I wouldn't give her any money.
Just in case you're actually worried about this, which you shouldn't be because you fucked me on my period, but I know you are stupid and don't understand how reproduction works... I don't have my Nexplanon anymore. I got it taken out a few months ago due to bad side effects. I'm back on the pill. I have to take birth control because I have polycystic ovarian syndrome, but besides that, I don't want kids for at least 6-10 years, if at all, anyway. You are really stupid for creaming in a bitch three times without knowing whether she's on BC or not tho. But you know I'm smart, and I know you know that I'd abort your baby in a heartbeat and not even tell you, even if I wasn't on BC. I think you'd secretly like it if I carried your baby though. It'd be a lot better than the trailer trash you knocked up six years ago.
Originally posted by Cootehill
You should get cranberries to start posting again.
Originally posted by Bill Krozby
nah i shouldn't too much risk on my part.
Yeah, he shouldn't. Too risky. He's almost done with probation, and I could call the cops for any "threatening or harassing" contact from him. Plus I sent his probation officer the link to his posts on this site, so it wouldn't be in his best interest for us to get into it on here.
Imagine the freedom you'd have if you'd have some manners and keep your mouth shut sometimes.
Your balls are mine. Cuck.
