She's Single Again...

There are some serious creeps out there, on-line and off-, who ought to be strung up by their mousecables and given the Clockwork Orange treatment. However, at what may be an inopportune time, I offer the following story:

I met a woman over the Internet who lived in Los Angeles. (I live in a middle-sized Southern city.) We chatted, and talked on the phone nightly, and then she came to visit. Twice, even. And everything was WONDERFUL, and then she decided she couldn’t handle the trust issues involved in the long-distance relationship. I can understand that, I guess, even though I for some reason had no trouble trusting her. Anyway, I guess the short version of it is that there are good people out there looking for someone, and they sometimes meet each other, and in the luckiest of circumstances (which seem to happen more often than you’d think), those people live near to each other, and occasionally, things work out fine. I have a friend who married a woman he met on the Internet, and they, after about five years, are superlatively happy. (And they had to deal with a Memphis-to-Salt-Lake-City distance at first.)

So don’t despair. Sometimes it works, and when it does it’s magical and it’s the best thing in the world. When it doesn’t it’s terrible, but as Michael Strahan said, it’s not like we’re having to go out in the street and throw rocks at tanks.

So chin up; it will happen. And it never happens when you expect it. (I met the woman I lived with for six blissful years while eating a burrito one afternoon in 1993.)

Oops, didn’t see that post about you not having met him on-line until I’d already replied. Still, I stand by my statements…

Only if I can beat you at pool.

Here’s a little update.

It would appear that our lovely GingerBeef is headed back to jail.

That is all.

Well, if the folks where he is hear what he did, what do you think are the possibilities for his social activity schedule?

punha, prison. Full of convicted criminals. I think he’ll probably get a really good laugh out of it all.

And before you all ask, I did nothing to send him back to jail. I would not do that.

ooh. There are so many opportunities for revenge here.

Sending him badly-baked cakes in prison. (That’s not zucchini, that’s celery seed!) Paying scuzzy hoes to mail him and ask to bear his love child, then stamping all over his little scuzzy heart when he gets to see them. Bribing the prison work coordinators to make sure he scrubs the shower floors on hands and knees.

I’m sure you’re a far, far kinder person than I.

So, would you, could you, elaborate?
What happened to this man we hate?

Did he do something with a bear?
If he did, would you care?
Or did he push a lady down the stair?
Would he pull a policeman’s hair?

Tell us, tell us, we want to know, what made the “man” treat him so?

Could he steal from little kids?
Or run off with unpayed-for vids?

Tell us, please, we burn to know, what made the “man” treat him so?

[sup]Another Public Service by Tranq, Rude Guy and Suess-butcher Extrodinaire[/sup]

He did not do it with a bear,
I’m certain that I would not care.

The bear would have bit his head
His lousy self would then be dead.

He didn’t mess with little kids.
He didn’t steal some porno vids.

Confidential info, indeed,
Given to a friend in need.

Jeopardizing her law career,
To save me from uncertain fear.

He did not take anyone’s life,
Even though he has caused strife.

The Justice department will put him away.
His debt to society he will sure pay.

He didn’t get anything from me.
My bank account, under lock and key.

It could be worse, We’re safe and sound.
I would still like his head to pound.

My son liked the guy, what do you know?
My hatred for jerkface I never will show.

[sub][sup]I never said I was a poet. My humblest apologies for the sucky meter[/sup][/sub]

Heh!

OK, I guess we just have to be satisfied that he’s outta your life. Too bad about your kid liking him. It sucks discovering that people are jerks.

Smart and smooth, may I say?
Poetic Ginger has her day!

Her esquire buddy told some tales
To help our friend, stop biting nails.

A friend indeed, to risk career,
But glad it’s out, both far and near.

Will he get that jailhouse itch?
Who will call him “My Lil’ Bitch”?

My plans have changed, I must not quit
But how to get him? The little twit!

I’ll slap a Mountie, punch his face,
Will this get me thrown in that place?

One minute, please, that’s all I ask,
To accomplish one tiny task.

To cap a knee is the Irish way,
But frowned upon here and today.

Perhaps a brick, upon his head,
But, no, don’t want him REALLY dead.

A toothpick under every nail?
THAT would make his face turn pale!

I must think more, and make a plan,
I must use class, that’s who I am.

But pain is good, inside or out,
For this no-good, lousy lout!

swoon

good job.

Why on earth did you bump a year-old thread?

Dude.

Thanks for scaring the absolute piss out of me.

Thank God all’s well.

I was just thinking that.

“They couldn’t have broken up so soon!”

What is with this trend I see lately amongst some of you, to resurrect old threads? This is not the first old and moldy thread that has been bumped up. Sometimes it’s no big deal, but this time…I don’t get it…

Uh yah WTF is up with this? I saw it and started reading and freaked out… good thing I read the whole thing through and then looked at the date on it myself before I mailed Ginger. I doubt she wants this thing ressurected…

I think her niece did it and I think she’s probably not going to be too pleased.

:eek:

magic8ball is kin to our relocated canuck lady, and a recent addition to our community.