Your Revenge Stories
We want to hear your tales of revenge. From sewing prawns in your lovers curtains to advertising your bosses job in the newspaper. What have you done? Confess! Confess now!
( , Fri 14 May 2004, 1:02)
We want to hear your tales of revenge. From sewing prawns in your lovers curtains to advertising your bosses job in the newspaper. What have you done? Confess! Confess now!
( , Fri 14 May 2004, 1:02)
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Flashing Mrs. Sulligan
I few years back, I had this really strict, humorless bitch for a teacher who lived in a house close to where I was living at the time. Anyway, I was walking with my “friend”, who had just gotten done with about 45 mins of whining about her life, and about 20 mins of bitching at me for some reason that I can no longer recall. She was wearing a really stupid looking tube top, I was annoyed, tipsy, and her stupid bitch rant was really really hard to take seriously. As we were passing Ms. Sulligan’s house, my friend pointed out that she was scowling at us through her window. At that moment, the circumstances took control, and I reached over, and yanked down that stupid orange tube top, and exposed my friend’s not-so-hot looking bosom. It was a wonderful.
( , Sat 15 May 2004, 1:44, Reply)
I few years back, I had this really strict, humorless bitch for a teacher who lived in a house close to where I was living at the time. Anyway, I was walking with my “friend”, who had just gotten done with about 45 mins of whining about her life, and about 20 mins of bitching at me for some reason that I can no longer recall. She was wearing a really stupid looking tube top, I was annoyed, tipsy, and her stupid bitch rant was really really hard to take seriously. As we were passing Ms. Sulligan’s house, my friend pointed out that she was scowling at us through her window. At that moment, the circumstances took control, and I reached over, and yanked down that stupid orange tube top, and exposed my friend’s not-so-hot looking bosom. It was a wonderful.
( , Sat 15 May 2004, 1:44, Reply)
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