Postcards from planet mad, part 2
So we'd split up, and I was getting on with my life. She'd immediately got pregnant, and moved in with the lucky guy.

Out of the blue, I get a phone call from her. She's distraught, weeping and wailing, and talking about suicide. I decide I have to get over there; I still care about her, even if I wouldn't touch her with yours, now.

So I shoot over on my motorcycle, as fast as I can, run up the steps, and ring the bell.

Nothing. Nada. Silence.

I bang on the door, call through the letter box; still nothing. I'm getting really worried now, imagining her lying in a pool of blood on the floor, or dangling from the light fitting. I begin eying the window, and wondering if I can make it onto the window ledge without dropping three metres into the basement or impaling myself on the iron railings.

Then I catch a movement in the basement window. It's her! I attract her attention, and she comes to the front door.

"Hello," She says, looking puzzled, "What are you doing here?"

Mad bitch had completely forgotten about the suicidal phone call, all of twenty minutes ago.

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(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 22 Oct 2010, 16:38, 3 replies)

nice.
it took me a while to figure out, anyone who threatens suicide is probably the least likely to do it. suicidal people tell you afterwards in the note.
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Fri 22 Oct 2010, 16:42, closed)

The bitch just
wanted to incoveninece and panic you., she asked you to jump but she wanted to know how high......Nutters eh??!
(bROKEN aRROW PUA HVI Master, Fri 22 Oct 2010, 17:21, closed)

I used
to have an ex psycho bitch who would cry and threaten suicide.

My reply was always the same:

"Go on then, ta da!"

Oddly, she's alive and well today, some 20 years later.
(dchurch bah, Fri 22 Oct 2010, 20:50, closed)