Where to start...
How about the time he stabbed himself in the neck with a chopstick when I asked him to clean up his stuff? Which was followed by attempting to jump out the second floor window (as you do).

Or perhaps when he 'overdosed' on tranqs (or much more likely, flushed them down the loo and pretended to be royally fcuked) then came damn close to strangling me when I called for an ambulance... The bastard didn't have ambulance cover, so that was a nice $800 bill for him.

Or maybe the time he beat the living hell out of me for asking if I should save him some dinner.

Ahh yes. Not the best choice for a fiance. No wonder he's been committed to a psych-ward.



Bye-bye b3ta V-plates.
(is0lati0n, Sun 8 Apr 2007, 16:11, Reply)