Everything is caught on tape(epic)
Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 5:49 pm
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Re: Everything is caught on tape(epic)
Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 5:50 pm
ROFL!
Re: Everything is caught on tape(epic)
Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 6:07 pm
That's how you do it.
Re: Everything is caught on tape(epic)
Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 6:07 pm
See also
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Re: Everything is caught on tape(epic)
Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 6:22 pm
Oh, shit. Nothing like pissing of the wrong woman. They could expect something like that I believe. Now that I think about it, it Looks like something my sister would do. But then again, nobody cheats on her, of that I'm pretty sure.
Re: Everything is caught on tape(epic)
Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 6:35 pm
lol, last week some guy had a cardboard sign at a heavy-populated intersection where i live, it said something, "I'm sorry I lied to you, this is what I get", he was standing there for atleast 6 hours, since he was there when i left to class and returned
Re: Everything is caught on tape(epic)
Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 6:54 pm
Nothing worse than a fiery woman... 
Re: Everything is caught on tape(epic)
Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 7:08 pm
Them women be crazy
Re: Everything is caught on tape(epic)
Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 7:20 pm
CrimsonNuker wrote:Them women be crazy
also, lol.
Re: Everything is caught on tape(epic)
Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 8:09 pm
the first one is epic
if she would have put a picture of him on that billboard, it would be perfect
if she would have put a picture of him on that billboard, it would be perfect
Re: Everything is caught on tape(epic)
Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 8:36 pm
This joke should be appropriate for this topic,
keke
Dear Husband:
I’m writing you this letter to tell you that I’m leaving you for good.
I’ve been a good woman to you for seven years and I have nothing to
show for it. These last two weeks have been hell.
Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that
was the last straw.
Last week, you came home and didn’t notice that I had gotten my hair
and nails done, cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new
negligee.
You came home and ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after
watching the game. You don’t tell me you love me anymore, you don’t
touch me or anything.
Either you’re cheating or you don’t love me anymore, whatever the case
is, I’m gone.
P.S. If you’re trying to find me, don’t. Your BROTHER and I are moving
away to West Virginia together!
Have a great life!
Your EX-Wife
=========================
Dear Ex-Wife
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It’s true that
you and I have been married for seven years, although a good woman is a
far cry from what you’ve been.
I watch sports so much to try to drown out your constant nagging. Too
bad that doesn’t work.
I did notice when you cut off all of your hair last week, the first
thing that came to mind was “You look just like a man!” My mother
raised me to not say anything if you can’t say anything nice.
When you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with
MY BROTHER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago.
I went to sleep on you when you had on that new negligee because the
price tag was still on it. I prayed that it was a coincidence that my
brother had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning and your
negligee was $49.99.
After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out.
So when I discovered that I Had hit the lotto for ten million dollars,
I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home
you were gone.
Everything happens for a reason I guess.
I hope you have the filling life you always wanted. My lawyer said with
your letter that you wrote, you won’t get a dime from me.
So take care.
P.S. I don’t know if I ever told you this but Carl, my brother was born
Carla. I hope that’s not a problem.
keke
Re: Everything is caught on tape(epic)
Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 8:39 pm
fortroy wrote:This joke should be appropriate for this topic,
Dear Husband:
I’m writing you this letter to tell you that I’m leaving you for good.
I’ve been a good woman to you for seven years and I have nothing to
show for it. These last two weeks have been hell.
Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that
was the last straw.
Last week, you came home and didn’t notice that I had gotten my hair
and nails done, cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new
negligee.
You came home and ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after
watching the game. You don’t tell me you love me anymore, you don’t
touch me or anything.
Either you’re cheating or you don’t love me anymore, whatever the case
is, I’m gone.
P.S. If you’re trying to find me, don’t. Your BROTHER and I are moving
away to West Virginia together!
Have a great life!
Your EX-Wife
=========================
Dear Ex-Wife
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It’s true that
you and I have been married for seven years, although a good woman is a
far cry from what you’ve been.
I watch sports so much to try to drown out your constant nagging. Too
bad that doesn’t work.
I did notice when you cut off all of your hair last week, the first
thing that came to mind was “You look just like a man!” My mother
raised me to not say anything if you can’t say anything nice.
When you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with
MY BROTHER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago.
I went to sleep on you when you had on that new negligee because the
price tag was still on it. I prayed that it was a coincidence that my
brother had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning and your
negligee was $49.99.
After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out.
So when I discovered that I Had hit the lotto for ten million dollars,
I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home
you were gone.
Everything happens for a reason I guess.
I hope you have the filling life you always wanted. My lawyer said with
your letter that you wrote, you won’t get a dime from me.
So take care.
P.S. I don’t know if I ever told you this but Carl, my brother was born
Carla. I hope that’s not a problem.
keke
That's so saved!
Re: Everything is caught on tape(epic)
Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 9:28 pm
fortroy wrote:This joke should be appropriate for this topic,
Dear Husband:
I’m writing you this letter to tell you that I’m leaving you for good.
I’ve been a good woman to you for seven years and I have nothing to
show for it. These last two weeks have been hell.
Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that
was the last straw.
Last week, you came home and didn’t notice that I had gotten my hair
and nails done, cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new
negligee.
You came home and ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after
watching the game. You don’t tell me you love me anymore, you don’t
touch me or anything.
Either you’re cheating or you don’t love me anymore, whatever the case
is, I’m gone.
P.S. If you’re trying to find me, don’t. Your BROTHER and I are moving
away to West Virginia together!
Have a great life!
Your EX-Wife
=========================
Dear Ex-Wife
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It’s true that
you and I have been married for seven years, although a good woman is a
far cry from what you’ve been.
I watch sports so much to try to drown out your constant nagging. Too
bad that doesn’t work.
I did notice when you cut off all of your hair last week, the first
thing that came to mind was “You look just like a man!” My mother
raised me to not say anything if you can’t say anything nice.
When you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with
MY BROTHER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago.
I went to sleep on you when you had on that new negligee because the
price tag was still on it. I prayed that it was a coincidence that my
brother had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning and your
negligee was $49.99.
After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out.
So when I discovered that I Had hit the lotto for ten million dollars,
I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home
you were gone.
Everything happens for a reason I guess.
I hope you have the filling life you always wanted. My lawyer said with
your letter that you wrote, you won’t get a dime from me.
So take care.
P.S. I don’t know if I ever told you this but Carl, my brother was born
Carla. I hope that’s not a problem.
keke
holy shit, im detecting win
Re: Everything is caught on tape(epic)
Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 10:20 pm
That shit is truly epic.
Re: Everything is caught on tape(epic)
Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 10:23 pm
How this is not here yet, is simply beyond me:
Dear Connie,
I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me.
I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does.
Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says: "There's no one like you, Connie." I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close.
Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass that just wouldn't quit.
Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. Its all so superficial. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at.
Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Connie? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before.
I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'd tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking,"Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else.
Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then It hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you.
Jesus, Connie, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do reminds me of you.
Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story.
Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Connie ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy."
Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She's pulling for us to get back together, Connie, she really is.
So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry.
And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? It's true, Connie.
In your heart you must know it.
Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can. If you feel the same please, please, please let me know. Otherwise, can you let me know where the fu***ing remote is.
Love, Paul
Dear Connie,
I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me.
I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does.
Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says: "There's no one like you, Connie." I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close.
Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass that just wouldn't quit.
Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. Its all so superficial. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at.
Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Connie? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before.
I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'd tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking,"Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else.
Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then It hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you.
Jesus, Connie, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do reminds me of you.
Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story.
Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Connie ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy."
Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She's pulling for us to get back together, Connie, she really is.
So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry.
And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? It's true, Connie.
In your heart you must know it.
Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can. If you feel the same please, please, please let me know. Otherwise, can you let me know where the fu***ing remote is.
Love, Paul
Re: Everything is caught on tape(epic)
Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 8:35 am
^LOL
haha and I love the cars pics
I wish my ex had a car >__>
haha and I love the cars pics
I wish my ex had a car >__>
Re: Everything is caught on tape(epic)
Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 3:50 pm
Spoiler!
ROFLMAO
Re: Everything is caught on tape(epic)
Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:45 pm
Lmao, those two stories are hilarious