That's when I knew it was over...
Nice and simple this week. Just tell us the exact moment you knew that relationship, that job or that penchant for custard-dipped young boys was over.
( , Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
Nice and simple this week. Just tell us the exact moment you knew that relationship, that job or that penchant for custard-dipped young boys was over.
( , Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
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I knew it was over...
When, in a nightclub, as I was buying her a drink and talking to her, she got chatted up by a fat shortarse and then snogged him WHILE I was waiting to hand her her drink.
Unbelieveably, I waited until they had unlocked lips so I could give her her drink. I'm that polite.
Still, I have plans for her little sister soon. Then she will know what it is like to be f***ed over.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 16:41, Reply)
When, in a nightclub, as I was buying her a drink and talking to her, she got chatted up by a fat shortarse and then snogged him WHILE I was waiting to hand her her drink.
Unbelieveably, I waited until they had unlocked lips so I could give her her drink. I'm that polite.
Still, I have plans for her little sister soon. Then she will know what it is like to be f***ed over.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 16:41, Reply)
Ooh, another one...
Knew it was over when he liked planes more than he liked me and named his penis Percy.
Meh.
Never have I been more embarrassed, relaying the story gets easier with time but at the time I could not tell anyone while looking them in the face.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 15:35, Reply)
Knew it was over when he liked planes more than he liked me and named his penis Percy.
Meh.
Never have I been more embarrassed, relaying the story gets easier with time but at the time I could not tell anyone while looking them in the face.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 15:35, Reply)
When I knew it was over
Sometimes you should know, but don’t. This happened with my first love, who cheated on me and dumped me sooo many times during our 3 years relationship, but I never learnt. Even after I moved to America for a year to get over him, then came back and lived in London. Over the next 6 years or so I carved out a successful life for myself – good job, great bunch of friends - but the one thing I still couldn’t get right was boys. I just couldn’t quite get over the heart breaker from my childhood. He was so cool and popular, and I felt so special when I was with him. Plus he had the best mullet in the whole school.
So then I go back home to St Albans for a night out with my brother and some of our old friends. We end up in the Hair & Hounds (an old hangout back in the day).. and who do you think was in there? My ex… fat, pissed, married, and still sporting the mullet in all it’s glory. We exchanged unsteady hello’s and then engaged in the customary discourse… “how have you been?” “what are you doing now?” “etc.”
He’s not been bad thanks. He changes tyres for a living. His wife really doesn’t understand him, and he’s often thought about what might have happened if he’d stayed with me… and maybe later we could…? Well.. you know.
I walked out of the pub that night a happy woman. What a fucking lucky escape.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 14:21, Reply)
Sometimes you should know, but don’t. This happened with my first love, who cheated on me and dumped me sooo many times during our 3 years relationship, but I never learnt. Even after I moved to America for a year to get over him, then came back and lived in London. Over the next 6 years or so I carved out a successful life for myself – good job, great bunch of friends - but the one thing I still couldn’t get right was boys. I just couldn’t quite get over the heart breaker from my childhood. He was so cool and popular, and I felt so special when I was with him. Plus he had the best mullet in the whole school.
So then I go back home to St Albans for a night out with my brother and some of our old friends. We end up in the Hair & Hounds (an old hangout back in the day).. and who do you think was in there? My ex… fat, pissed, married, and still sporting the mullet in all it’s glory. We exchanged unsteady hello’s and then engaged in the customary discourse… “how have you been?” “what are you doing now?” “etc.”
He’s not been bad thanks. He changes tyres for a living. His wife really doesn’t understand him, and he’s often thought about what might have happened if he’d stayed with me… and maybe later we could…? Well.. you know.
I walked out of the pub that night a happy woman. What a fucking lucky escape.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 14:21, Reply)
I knew it was time to leave Poundstretcher
When the area manager asked me if triple was spelt with two or three "p"s, and then looked at me as if I was having him on when I told him it was one.
Of course, it could have been said that with a Physics degree, I shouldn't have been there in the first place.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 14:21, Reply)
When the area manager asked me if triple was spelt with two or three "p"s, and then looked at me as if I was having him on when I told him it was one.
Of course, it could have been said that with a Physics degree, I shouldn't have been there in the first place.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 14:21, Reply)
evil doers have no humour
i got a shite agency job: litigation and enforcement" for south west water. chasing up big domestic debt.
now, if you don't pay your water bill, every adult in the house is jointly responsible.
get to work one day and all the wankers are having a laugh.
"what's the joke?" I ask
"Oh Ho Ho Ah Ha Ha, sniff, Hahahaha. This family owe £2000. There son just turned 18, so we slapped a CCJ on him. AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA" says wanker numer 1
"What, you mean you just fucked up his life, financially, on his 18th birthday, because he has crap-with-money parents? I don't see the humour. Run it by me again." says I
"Oh lighten up" says the team manager
"Fuck off, you tiny minded, evil cunts" says I
names have not been changed, as it is a true story
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 14:02, Reply)
i got a shite agency job: litigation and enforcement" for south west water. chasing up big domestic debt.
now, if you don't pay your water bill, every adult in the house is jointly responsible.
get to work one day and all the wankers are having a laugh.
"what's the joke?" I ask
"Oh Ho Ho Ah Ha Ha, sniff, Hahahaha. This family owe £2000. There son just turned 18, so we slapped a CCJ on him. AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA" says wanker numer 1
"What, you mean you just fucked up his life, financially, on his 18th birthday, because he has crap-with-money parents? I don't see the humour. Run it by me again." says I
"Oh lighten up" says the team manager
"Fuck off, you tiny minded, evil cunts" says I
names have not been changed, as it is a true story
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 14:02, Reply)
despite several breakup-get backs...
it was most definitely over when i realised she had stopped taking the pill, but was instead binning one pill from the foil dispenser every day to make it look like she was...
crazy esatern european ladies trying to get pregnant & married.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 13:03, Reply)
it was most definitely over when i realised she had stopped taking the pill, but was instead binning one pill from the foil dispenser every day to make it look like she was...
crazy esatern european ladies trying to get pregnant & married.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 13:03, Reply)
suprisinglyy painful considering
after being on rocky ground since last week and having the same group of freinds (with two i had previously slept with) we went out last night all gooing well, apart from it turned out to be a girls night out,
i was asked to help the girls cary out dares like undo me flies with her teeth ect now to cover my ass i made sure she was ok with it as it was in our group of freinds
then she gets a dare grope 3 bloke in ten mins - me not bothered lets her do it
then rubbs it in me face how ome blokes ass was nicer than my ftubby ol one but
then it gets intersting
during the week my god mother died so me not exactly 100% happy bout that,
she plays on it asking every five minuites, not realising slating someones way of life to her freinds would get found out
ended up with huge row last night breaking up and me sleeping with her freind
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 13:01, Reply)
after being on rocky ground since last week and having the same group of freinds (with two i had previously slept with) we went out last night all gooing well, apart from it turned out to be a girls night out,
i was asked to help the girls cary out dares like undo me flies with her teeth ect now to cover my ass i made sure she was ok with it as it was in our group of freinds
then she gets a dare grope 3 bloke in ten mins - me not bothered lets her do it
then rubbs it in me face how ome blokes ass was nicer than my ftubby ol one but
then it gets intersting
during the week my god mother died so me not exactly 100% happy bout that,
she plays on it asking every five minuites, not realising slating someones way of life to her freinds would get found out
ended up with huge row last night breaking up and me sleeping with her freind
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 13:01, Reply)
It was well and truly over...
When we broke up for the umpteenth time, fuelled by the fact that while still with me he just started a relationship with another girl (who he is now marrying... am fine with this, she has weird eyebrows and he is starting to look like his dad) and while he was 'going out' with her asked me to sleep with him, with the immortal words: "I still love her, but if you tell her anything happened I will just deny it and say it is you being jealous".
A few months earlier I probably would have done it. This time? He was SURE I would say yes... I turned him down, freaked out at him and left, with him Very Sorry after that (HAHAHAHAHAHA)
Glad to be rid of him. Feel sorry for the bird though- if he is prepared to cheat on her and lie about it, God help her for marrying him.
Oh, and a job related one... knew it was over when discovered that my boss really meant it with all her zealot-like enthusiasm for candle selling (mostly pressure selling to people who can't afford it).
They didn't renew my contract.
They also went bust a few weeks ago, I walk past and snigger...
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 12:44, Reply)
When we broke up for the umpteenth time, fuelled by the fact that while still with me he just started a relationship with another girl (who he is now marrying... am fine with this, she has weird eyebrows and he is starting to look like his dad) and while he was 'going out' with her asked me to sleep with him, with the immortal words: "I still love her, but if you tell her anything happened I will just deny it and say it is you being jealous".
A few months earlier I probably would have done it. This time? He was SURE I would say yes... I turned him down, freaked out at him and left, with him Very Sorry after that (HAHAHAHAHAHA)
Glad to be rid of him. Feel sorry for the bird though- if he is prepared to cheat on her and lie about it, God help her for marrying him.
Oh, and a job related one... knew it was over when discovered that my boss really meant it with all her zealot-like enthusiasm for candle selling (mostly pressure selling to people who can't afford it).
They didn't renew my contract.
They also went bust a few weeks ago, I walk past and snigger...
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 12:44, Reply)
It really is possible
for a girly to be unable to have sex.
I knew it was over with my ex when I was so tense at the thought of fucking him that he wasn't able to prise his way in.
Interesting, because I'm sure that kind of clamping action would be a GOOD thing if it started, well, during, rather than before. ;)
He also cried on the phone to me a LOT.
And stalked me.
eh.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 12:12, Reply)
for a girly to be unable to have sex.
I knew it was over with my ex when I was so tense at the thought of fucking him that he wasn't able to prise his way in.
Interesting, because I'm sure that kind of clamping action would be a GOOD thing if it started, well, during, rather than before. ;)
He also cried on the phone to me a LOT.
And stalked me.
eh.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 12:12, Reply)
At my work's big posh 25th anniversary doo... nearly all 150 odd employees were there.
She had alcohol problems and I'd put up with it for over two years, I was getting to the end of my tether. She got hammered on white wine. Tried to heckle the MD, and then was forcing one of a wife of one the directors to dance against her will. Couldn't sit up properly on a chair, was so drunk she couldn't walk. I was alerted to this when someone said "I think you should deal with your wife, she's lying on the dancefloor and her tits have fallen out."
She then refused to go to the room in the hotel the company was paying for. So some colleagues tries to help me get her up there. She ended up swearing, screaming and kicking and biting my colleagues, it took the hotel manager threatening her to get her up to the room. Where we'd got sandwiches set up. She proceeded to tell me how much she hated me, and how I apparently hated her, then tried to fight me. After the 5th swing at me, I pushed her back on the bed, she kept trying to get up and hit me and I kept pushing her back on the bed. After several failed attempts to hit me, lay on the bed, I put the sandwiches next to her which she ate, she whined and cried then fell asleep. I went back to the party, the fire alarm went off. I left her in the room. She slept through it. I wished then for an escape. Then she got pissed at dinner with my parents over a week later. I knew then I had to get rid of her. A month later it was my birthday, I went drinking after work with a few friends, didn't invite her, she'd expected me to come home and collect her and go out. I wasn't going to have YET ANOTHER FUCKING NIGHT ruined. I had a great night, didn't come home, didn't phone or text her and I ended up watching a band called KUNT and kipping in my mate's spare room. She went on a week long bender as a result. At the end of it we agreed it was over. I've never felt so relieved in my life.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 12:02, Reply)
She had alcohol problems and I'd put up with it for over two years, I was getting to the end of my tether. She got hammered on white wine. Tried to heckle the MD, and then was forcing one of a wife of one the directors to dance against her will. Couldn't sit up properly on a chair, was so drunk she couldn't walk. I was alerted to this when someone said "I think you should deal with your wife, she's lying on the dancefloor and her tits have fallen out."
She then refused to go to the room in the hotel the company was paying for. So some colleagues tries to help me get her up there. She ended up swearing, screaming and kicking and biting my colleagues, it took the hotel manager threatening her to get her up to the room. Where we'd got sandwiches set up. She proceeded to tell me how much she hated me, and how I apparently hated her, then tried to fight me. After the 5th swing at me, I pushed her back on the bed, she kept trying to get up and hit me and I kept pushing her back on the bed. After several failed attempts to hit me, lay on the bed, I put the sandwiches next to her which she ate, she whined and cried then fell asleep. I went back to the party, the fire alarm went off. I left her in the room. She slept through it. I wished then for an escape. Then she got pissed at dinner with my parents over a week later. I knew then I had to get rid of her. A month later it was my birthday, I went drinking after work with a few friends, didn't invite her, she'd expected me to come home and collect her and go out. I wasn't going to have YET ANOTHER FUCKING NIGHT ruined. I had a great night, didn't come home, didn't phone or text her and I ended up watching a band called KUNT and kipping in my mate's spare room. She went on a week long bender as a result. At the end of it we agreed it was over. I've never felt so relieved in my life.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 12:02, Reply)
Patronising Bitch
After working for 9 months in a crappy goverment battery farm job being called into a office by my manager and whilst tapping the screen of a computer being told 'you're not suited to this type of work'.
She had a great rack though
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 9:34, Reply)
After working for 9 months in a crappy goverment battery farm job being called into a office by my manager and whilst tapping the screen of a computer being told 'you're not suited to this type of work'.
She had a great rack though
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 9:34, Reply)
I was hired to take care of some big-arsed woman's dogs for a weekend. Little did I know, she would be there the whole time, shrieking Pavarotti at the top of her lungs, with all four massive dogs howling like the wind. I left after one day.
Yes. It was, in fact, over when the fat lady sang.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 9:19, Reply)
I knew it was over
when they added cousin Oliver to the show. Oh and when Mr. Brady died of AIDS
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 9:10, Reply)
when they added cousin Oliver to the show. Oh and when Mr. Brady died of AIDS
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 9:10, Reply)
When
They called me when they thought they were calling a replacement to come in for me, and said all sorts of nasty things about me on my answering machine (which has the default computer-voice message)...
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 9:09, Reply)
They called me when they thought they were calling a replacement to come in for me, and said all sorts of nasty things about me on my answering machine (which has the default computer-voice message)...
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 9:09, Reply)
When
After turning down his offer of a threesome with the stripper he'd brought home. They continued one without me...
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 9:08, Reply)
After turning down his offer of a threesome with the stripper he'd brought home. They continued one without me...
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 9:08, Reply)
I knew my job at the race team was over...
....when I raised the ferrari on the 4 post lift with the engine cover raised. I didn't notice until I heard the room light creak, and looked up just in time to see it smash in half, and shower the hundred grand car with glass and metal.
Fudge.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 8:45, Reply)
....when I raised the ferrari on the 4 post lift with the engine cover raised. I didn't notice until I heard the room light creak, and looked up just in time to see it smash in half, and shower the hundred grand car with glass and metal.
Fudge.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 8:45, Reply)
When I realised what a complete and
total slag she really was.
So why do I still love her?
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 8:40, Reply)
total slag she really was.
So why do I still love her?
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 8:40, Reply)
I knew it was over when...
... she shagged 2 other guys.. and blamed it on me.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 5:10, Reply)
... she shagged 2 other guys.. and blamed it on me.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 5:10, Reply)
i knew it was over when..
First i must set the scene. My father works in england and spends most of the week there, so that's one parent out of the way. My mother goes to bed early (10-ish) and sleeps a heavy, possibly tranquiliser induced, sleep until about 9 the next morning. This of course left my adolsecent self with a large night time period in which i was free to roam streets and parties without them ever catching a drift of it, as by 8:30 i was safely tucked up back in bed.
However, eventualy my cover was blown when one night i forgot myself and fell asleep on my mate's sofa. I woke up at the crack of noon and realised i was fucked. But not only did i receive the expected bollocking...my mother had called the police when she found me missing, who, by ringing every number in my phone (which i had unfortunately left by me bed) eventually located me. In a house full of students. In a dodgy area. Reeking of dope, and with several other psychedelic substances in view. Including a huge poster saying "Fuck the Pigs!" complete with two huge piggies getting down to it in cop uniforms. My carefree days were definitely at an end.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 3:11, Reply)
First i must set the scene. My father works in england and spends most of the week there, so that's one parent out of the way. My mother goes to bed early (10-ish) and sleeps a heavy, possibly tranquiliser induced, sleep until about 9 the next morning. This of course left my adolsecent self with a large night time period in which i was free to roam streets and parties without them ever catching a drift of it, as by 8:30 i was safely tucked up back in bed.
However, eventualy my cover was blown when one night i forgot myself and fell asleep on my mate's sofa. I woke up at the crack of noon and realised i was fucked. But not only did i receive the expected bollocking...my mother had called the police when she found me missing, who, by ringing every number in my phone (which i had unfortunately left by me bed) eventually located me. In a house full of students. In a dodgy area. Reeking of dope, and with several other psychedelic substances in view. Including a huge poster saying "Fuck the Pigs!" complete with two huge piggies getting down to it in cop uniforms. My carefree days were definitely at an end.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 3:11, Reply)
I can't f*cking tell when anything is over...
...and I stick around and end up hurt when I should have walked- job, marriage, lock-in at the pub, you name it.
This is an approximation of the state all this crap leaves me in;
Well done to the brave who have bared all, but it's just a little painful right now. End this QOTW soon, please... it's not very nice!
I like the idea of 'custard-dipped young boys' though...
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 3:05, Reply)
...and I stick around and end up hurt when I should have walked- job, marriage, lock-in at the pub, you name it.
This is an approximation of the state all this crap leaves me in;
Well done to the brave who have bared all, but it's just a little painful right now. End this QOTW soon, please... it's not very nice!
I like the idea of 'custard-dipped young boys' though...
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 3:05, Reply)
when i found out
that im moving back 20,000 kilometres to my motherland australia in a few weeks. im 16 - long distance relationships my arse
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 3:00, Reply)
that im moving back 20,000 kilometres to my motherland australia in a few weeks. im 16 - long distance relationships my arse
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 3:00, Reply)
well...
i finally realised it was over, when, after many months of dubious lies and odd behaviour, the boyfriend threw a spaz attack when i informed him of a rumour that a mutual friend had told me of. said boyfriend then spent several minutes in a one sided conversation with this friend, shouting and threatening him for telling me this, and for speaking to me at all.
this in itself is not why i made my decision. no, the icing of the cake was when i looked at his phone after he'd ended the conversation and thrown the device from him in a fit of temper...and it was off
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 3:00, Reply)
i finally realised it was over, when, after many months of dubious lies and odd behaviour, the boyfriend threw a spaz attack when i informed him of a rumour that a mutual friend had told me of. said boyfriend then spent several minutes in a one sided conversation with this friend, shouting and threatening him for telling me this, and for speaking to me at all.
this in itself is not why i made my decision. no, the icing of the cake was when i looked at his phone after he'd ended the conversation and thrown the device from him in a fit of temper...and it was off
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 3:00, Reply)
I knew the dotcom bubble was over
when the free-soda machine in the break room became the buck-a-soda machine... lousy profitless company
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 2:03, Reply)
when the free-soda machine in the break room became the buck-a-soda machine... lousy profitless company
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 2:03, Reply)
on valentines day
when she shut herself in her room and cut her wrist.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 1:10, Reply)
when she shut herself in her room and cut her wrist.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 1:10, Reply)
A Small Vacation
3 years of non-stop dealing with my bipolar, drama queen, ungrateful whelk of a boyfriend finally landed me for a week in my local hospital's mental ward for treatment of severe depression and insomnia.
When I got out, I had told him where I had been for the past week. He let me pour my aching little heart out to him, before deeming me a liar, and deciding to verbally rip me to shreds.
I showed him the discharge papers, and he called me an asshole for proving him wrong.
Ciao, baby..
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 0:56, Reply)
3 years of non-stop dealing with my bipolar, drama queen, ungrateful whelk of a boyfriend finally landed me for a week in my local hospital's mental ward for treatment of severe depression and insomnia.
When I got out, I had told him where I had been for the past week. He let me pour my aching little heart out to him, before deeming me a liar, and deciding to verbally rip me to shreds.
I showed him the discharge papers, and he called me an asshole for proving him wrong.
Ciao, baby..
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 0:56, Reply)
I knew it was over when
the challenge of the week was to photoshop David Hasselhoff.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 0:55, Reply)
the challenge of the week was to photoshop David Hasselhoff.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 0:55, Reply)
I knew that my week of not calling Cashy a shit was over...
When I wrote this message.
CASHY, YOU SHIT.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 0:10, Reply)
When I wrote this message.
CASHY, YOU SHIT.
( , Sat 23 Jul 2005, 0:10, Reply)
I knew it was all over when...
I caught him showing my best friend what was under his kilt at my graduation ball. Thats what you get for going out with a true Scotsman I suppose.
( , Fri 22 Jul 2005, 23:33, Reply)
I caught him showing my best friend what was under his kilt at my graduation ball. Thats what you get for going out with a true Scotsman I suppose.
( , Fri 22 Jul 2005, 23:33, Reply)
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