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Getbig Main Boards => Gossip & Opinions => Topic started by: Army of One on October 25, 2014, 08:48:31 AM
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Can you say psychopath
http://i.imgur.com/Ok3pLZM.jpg
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Total psychopath. This apology is just another way to torment the guy.
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WTF that bitch must be possessed by demons.
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WTF that bitch must be possessed by demons.
Bigro approved
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Nice everyday Jew Slut , easily to maintain with a few train sessions with your best buds
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Eliot Roger, your next target has been identified.
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Maybe I've lived a sheltered life but that's pretty fucked up. I can only hope she gets what's coming to her and this dude goes on to make mad loot and pull off lots of tail.
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she needs to drown in a mikveh
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That's a brain damage of some sort, maybe even during birth, who knows.
I'd ram my cock in her butt and fuck till she'd turn to Jesus, Allah and Krishna all at the same time, then I'd tie her up, pack in a big box and send to ISIS camp by an extra delivery service.
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thats what you get from being nice to your gf ::)
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Lol
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I would so assfuck her best friend......and mother.
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I would so assfuck her best friend......and mother.
What do they look like?
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I would so assfuck her best friend......and mother.
Highly doubtful that you would let yourself get into such a scenario. She's a cast-iron c unt, but this dude needs to be beaten badly. He gives betas a bad name.
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Jon at home
(http://eze-lap.com/control/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Slider4.jpg)
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How do Getbiggers go about posting on that Facebook page or outing this bitch?
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I would give three male Chimpanzees a bag of meth and a bottle of Viagra, and throw her in the cage with them
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not only did this kunt "break his heart", but she tagged him on FB so all his friends and family and Getbig could see what a fucking lower beta bitch he is
epic
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I suppose Getbag could always find "Dor Rubin" and make his life miserable......
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this could be fake.
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this could be fake.
Supposedly not, known as a huge bitch, has twitter account too
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Supposedly not, known as a huge bitch, has twitter account too
Would like to kick her parents in the throat for raising a kunt like that.
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Bitch is sick in the head, leave her alone haha! Deamons will fuck her life! SHe might get help later in life or kill herself...hope dude will be fine. Hope he is clever enough!
Actually she looks pretty nice and sweet hahaha
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Jon and Dor are imaginary, girl needs some serious counseling
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Jon and Dor are imaginary, girl needs some serious counseling
More than 3 years old and fake.
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This would not be tolerated in best Korea....just saying
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this could be fake.
Probably, but someone should throw acid in her face anyway.
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He'll be developing a hatred towards women after what she did to him; and he may one day exact some revenge on her as well...Just saying.
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HA! thats the best this bitch can do? i have some ex gf's that make this girl look like Mother Teressa. i've had ex-gfs send my friends to jail, try to get me arrested, try to get me jumped, and cause some serious fucking beef between some goofs nearly starting an all out war. and still try to fuck a few months later ::)
young love... what can you do
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HA! thats the best this bitch can do? i have some ex gf's that make this girl look like Mother Teressa. i've had ex-gfs send my friends to jail, try to get me arrested, try to get me jumped, and cause some serious fucking beef between some goofs nearly starting an all out war. and still try to fuck a few months later ::)
young love... what can you do
No shit. That's weak shit compared to some of the real kunts out there in the world.
Great name by the way.
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HA! thats the best this bitch can do? i have some ex gf's that make this girl look like Mother Teressa. i've had ex-gfs send my friends to jail, try to get me arrested, try to get me jumped, and cause some serious fucking beef between some goofs nearly starting an all out war. and still try to fuck a few months later ::)
young love... what can you do
You can fuck off.......gimmick.
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Would like to kick her parents in the throat for raising a kunt like that.
I'm glad someone said this.
Kunt punch the mothers and stomp on the father's testicles.
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Highly doubtful that you would let yourself get into such a scenario. She's a cast-iron c unt, but this dude needs to be beaten badly. He gives betas a bad name.
We should kidnapped both of them, make him cut her in half with handsaw then we'll suffocate him by shoving his beta head into her torso....
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The kid obviously has a mental problem. It's called infatuation.
Now, she seems to have taken advantage of it, but that's the nature of the beast. It's like putting an ice cream in front of a hungry fat kid.
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We should kidnapped both of them, make him cut her in half with handsaw then we'll suffocate him by shoving his beta head into her torso....
She lives in Las Vegas......maybe Wiggs can date her and set her straight?
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I'm glad someone said this.
Kunt punch the mothers and stomp on the father's testicles.
It's so common in the Jewish American community they even have a term for it: JAP (Jewish American princess).
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Wait, so this is the guy she left him for? If this is an upgrade ex must have been a world class loser and geek. She did the right thing.
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Would get her shit on my dick and make her taste it.
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What's amazing is that you guys were able to read all that. I zoned out after two sentences.
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What's amazing is that you guys were able to read all that. I zoned out after two sentences.
It's called attention deficit disorder.
Nothing to brag about in a public forum.
Then again, if you do have it, you probably won't be getting to the second line anyway...
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If it's real it's pathetic. Grow a some balls!
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W T F
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I really hope she gets the aids....we should send tbombz to rape her raw
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Instead of being heartbroken over this absolute cu nt he should read that shit and breath a huge sigh of relief and be so fucking glad he's shot of her, and in ten years time when he has a house, family, money ect and she is on Facebook trying to find a babysitter for her 8 kids to 8 different men so she can go out for meth and to suck dirty herpes and warts cock behind the local pub and he will laugh and be glad she did what she did
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I would give three male Chimpanzees a bag of meth and a bottle of Viagra, and throw her in the cage with them
The scene of "American Psycho" comes to mind...
I dont like to post a long text, but its a text passage from the book.
On a Wednesday night another girl, who I meet at M.K. and I plan to torture and film. This one remains nameless to me and she sits on the couch in the living room of my apartment. A bottle of champagne, Cristal, half empty, sits on the glass table. I punch in tunes, numbers that light up the Wurlitzer. She finally asks, “What’s that… smell in here?” and I answer, under my breath, “A dead… rat,” and then I’m opening the windows, the sliding glass door that leads out to the terrace, even though it’s a chilly night, mid-autumn, and she’s dressed scantily, but she has another glass of the Cristal and it seems to warm her enough so that she is able to ask me what I do for a living. I tell her that I went to Harvard then started working on Wall Street, at Pierce & Pierce, after I graduated from business school there, and when she asks, either confused or jokingly, “What’s that?” I swallow and with my back to her, straightening the new Onica, find the strength to force out, “A… shoe store.” I did a line of cocaine I found in my medicine cabinet when we first came back to my place, and the Cristal takes the edge off it, but only slightly: The Patty Winters Show this morning was about a machine that lets people talk to the dead. This girl is wearing a wool barathea jacket and skirt, a silk georgette blouse, agate and ivory earrings by Stephen Dweck, a silk jacquard torsolette vest, all from… where? Charivari, I’m guessing.
In the bedroom she’s naked and oiled and sucking my dick and I’m standing over her and then I’m slapping her in the face with it, grabbing her hair with my hand, calling her a “fucking whore bitch,” and this turns her on even more and while lamely sucking my cock she starts fingering her clit and when she’s asking me “Do you like this?” while licking at the balls, I’m answering “yap, yap” and breathing hard. Her breasts are high and full and firm, both nipples very stiff, and while she’s choking on my cock while I’m fucking her mouth roughly with it, I reach down to squeeze them and then while I’m fucking her, after ramming a dildo up her ass and keeping it there with a strap, I’m scratching at her tits, until she warns me to stop. Earlier in the evening I was having dinner with Jeanette at a new Northern Italian restaurant near Central Park on the Upper East Side that was very expensive. Earlier in the evening I was wearing a suit tailored by Edward Sexton and thinking sadly about my family’s house in Newport. Earlier in the night after dropping Jeanette off I stopped at M.K. for a fund-raiser that had something to do with Dan Quayle, who even I don’t like. At M.K. the girl I’m fucking came on to me, hard, upstairs on a couch while I was waiting to play pool. “Oh god,” she’s saying. Excited, I slap her, then lightly punch her in the mouth, then kiss it, biting her lips. Fear, dread, confusion overwhelm her. The strap breaks and the dildo slides out of her ass while she tries to push me off. I roll away and pretend to let her escape and then, while she’s gathering her clothes, muttering about what a “crazy fucking bastard” I am, I leap out at her, jackal-like, literally foaming at the mouth. She cries, apologizing, sobbing hysterically, begging for me not to hurt her, in tears, covering her breasts, now shamefully. But even her sobs fail to arouse me. I feel little gratification when I Mace her, less when I knock her head against the wall four or five times, until she loses consciousness, leaving a small stain, hair stuck to it. After she drops to the floor I head for the bathroom and cut another line of the mediocre coke I scored at Nells or Au Bar the other night. I can hear a phone ringing, an answering machine picking up the call. I’m bent low, over a mirror, ignoring the message, not even bothering to screen it.
Later, predictably, she’s tied to the floor, naked, on her back, both feet, both hands, tied to makeshift posts that are connected to boards which are weighted down with metal. The hands are shot full of nails and her legs are spread as wide as possible. A pillow props her ass up and cheese, Brie, has been smeared across her open girl, some of it even pushed up into the vaginal cavity. She’s barely gained consciousness and when she sees me, standing over her, naked, I can imagine that my virtual absence of humanity fills her with mind-bending horror. I’ve situated the body in front of the new Toshiba television set and in the VCR is an old tape and appearing on the screen is the last girl I filmed. I’m wearing a Joseph Abboud suit, a tie by Paul Stuart, shoes by J. Crew, a vest by someone Italian and I’m kneeling on the floor beside a corpse, eating the girl’s brain, gobbling it down, spreading Grey Poupon over hunks of the pink, fleshy meat.
“Can you see?” I ask the girl not on the television set. “Can you see this? Are you watching?” I whisper.
I try using the power drill on her, forcing it into her mouth, but she’s conscious enough, has strength, to close her teeth, clamping them down, and even though the drill goes through the teeth quickly, it fails to interest me and so I hold her head up, blood dribbling from her mouth, and make her watch the rest of the tape and while she’s looking at the girl on the screen bleed from almost every possible orifice, I’m hoping she realizes that this would have happened to her no matter what. That she would have ended up lying here, on the floor in my apartment, hands nailed to posts, cheese and broken glass pushed up into her girl, her head cracked and bleeding purple, no matter what other choice she might have made; that if she had gone to Nell’s or Indochine or Mars or Au Bar instead of M.K., if she had simply not taken the cab with me to the Upper West Side, that this all would have happened anyway. I would have found her. This is the way the earth works. I decide not to bother with the camera tonight.
I’m trying to ease one of the hollow plastic tubes from the dismantled Habitrail system up into her vagina, forcing the vaginal lips around one end of it, and even with most of it greased with olive oil, it’s not fitting in properly. During this, the jukebox plays Frankie Valli singing “The Worst That Could Happen” and I’m grimly lip-syncing to it, while pushing the Habitrail tube up into this bitch’s girl. I finally have to resort to pouring acid around the outside of the pussy so that the flesh can give way to the greased end of the Habitrail and soon enough it slides in, easily. “I hope this hurts you,” I say.
The rat hurls itself against the glass cage as I move it from the kitchen into the living room. It refused to eat what was left of the other rat I had bought it to play with last week, that now lies dead, rotting in a corner of the cage. (For the last five days I’ve purposefully starved it.) I set the glass cage down next to the girl and maybe because of the scent of the cheese the rat seems to go insane, first running in circles, mewling, then trying to heave its body, weak with hunger, over the side of the cage. The rat doesn’t need any prodding and the bent coat hanger I was going to use remains untouched by my side and with the girl still conscious, the thing moves effortlessly on newfound energy, racing up the tube until half of its body disappears, and then after a minute—its rat body shaking while it feeds—all of it vanishes, except for the tail, and I yank the Habitrail tube out of the girl, trapping the rodent. Soon even the tail disappears. The noises the girl is making are, for the most part, incomprehensible.
I can already tell that it’s going to be a characteristically useless, senseless death, but then I’m used to the horror. It seems distilled, even now it fails to upset or bother me. I’m not mourning, and to prove it to myself, after a minute or two of watching the rat move under her lower belly, making sure the girl is still conscious, shaking her head in pain, her eyes wide with terror and confusion, I use a chain saw and in a matter of seconds cut the girl in two with it. The whirring teeth go through skin and muscle and sinew and bone so fast that she stays alive long enough to watch me pull her legs away from her body—her actual thighs, what’s left of her mutilated vagina—and hold them up in front of me, spouting blood, like trophies almost. Her eyes stay open for a minute, desperate and unfocused, then close, and finally, before she dies, I force a knife uselessly up her nose until it slides out of the flesh on her forehead, and then I hack the bone off her chin. She has only half a mouth left and I fuck it once, then twice, three times in all. Not caring whether she’s still breathing or not I gouge her eyes out, finally using my fingers. The rat emerges headfirst—somehow it turned itself around inside the cavity—and it’s stained with purple blood (I also notice where the chain saw took off about half of its tail) and I feed it extra Brie until I feel I have to stomp it to death, which I do. Later the girl’s femur and left jawbone lie in the oven, baking, and tufts of pubic hair fill a Steuben crystal ashtray, and when I light them they burn very quickly.
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Got to be honest here. Reading that was hard to stomach. What a cold-hearted bitch. Hope Karma lights that bitch up !
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And yet one paragraph of electricity goes unnoticed
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Got to be honest here. Reading that was hard to stomach. What a cold-hearted bitch. Hope Karma lights that bitch up !
It usually does. They are never happy. Relationships don't last long. And always blaming the guy that they picked, for the problems in the relationship. Going through marriages/relationships like a smoker going through a pack of cigarettes.
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It usually does. They are never happy. Relationships don't last long. And always blaming the guy that they picked, for the problems in the relationship. Going through marriages/relationships like a smoker going through a pack of cigarettes.
Agreed !! :/
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A woman like that is like ebola: you want, you need, to find out who she's been in contact with and quarantine them immediately.
Human beings like that are like a cancer to their society. Can't even imagine the stress, the pain, the emotional distress that ho left behind.
In the old colonial days they used to force bitches like that to wear letters when walking around just to let other people know the caliber of human being they were dealing with.
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She just loves the attention and wants the feeling of power over others. Screams of insecurity. You would think that because she is such a bitch that it would be easier to get over her. She prob thinks she is a "strong" woman, but nothing could be further from the truth.
I had a girlfriend in my late teens who was not quite as bad as this cow, but I was definately whipped by her. But the experience made me stronger, and I actually learned never to be that way again. I saw a facebook pic recently and now she is a chub. By getbig standards she is an obese creature. And I ended up marrying a legit 9.5. Karma can be a bitch. (although I thinks Karma is BS).
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HA! thats the best this bitch can do? i have some ex gf's that make this girl look like Mother Teressa. i've had ex-gfs send my friends to jail, try to get me arrested, try to get me jumped, and cause some serious fucking beef between some goofs nearly starting an all out war. and still try to fuck a few months later ::)
young love... what can you do
Spoken like a true warrior. This social media stab aint much ;D
Bitch probably folded under the pressure of her fraternity and posted this while crying and eating Ben and Jerries.
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She sure isn't experiencing a loss of words....
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She should probably end in some dirty bed in South America with a needle in her arm...
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Lot of hate for this alpha female. Wonder what her getbig handle is?
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HA! thats the best this bitch can do? i have some ex gf's that make this girl look like Mother Teressa. i've had ex-gfs send my friends to jail, try to get me arrested, try to get me jumped, and cause some serious fucking beef between some goofs nearly starting an all out war. and still try to fuck a few months later ::)
young love... what can you do
you tellin me, this chick aint nothing
my baby mama she came to my house at 4 am with her portly sister and with their combined weight of 350-375 lbs they kicked my door down and started raising hell like never before. police had to kick them out
sometime later bitch shows up again, by herself, i feear for my door and think i will get out and block her from entering
i open door and she storms in like a rhinosarus steaming and out of control
i try to control her without hurting her, we wrestling like oily turks at this point, this bitch is no joke, she at least 80 kilograms of juicy melonic all the way big boned jiggly physique
after some time we both gas out and it takes police to remove her from the building
consider i am 94kilograms steroided bodybuild who presses the 60kg dumbells for ten
thruout the wrestling she was shouting HEEELPP HEEELLPP POLLLIIIIICE POLLIIIICEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! while now and then abruptly stopping and whispering with deminic posession in her eye "beat me come on beat me if you are a man"
of course i watch a lot of bodybuild video and i think of bertil
she dont fool this bodybuild
i am not going catabolic for this whore
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you tellin me, this chick aint nothing
my baby mama she came to my house at 4 am with her portly sister and with their combined weight of 350-375 lbs they kicked my door down and started raising hell like never before. police had to kick them out
sometime later bitch shows up again, by herself, i feear for my door and think i will get out and block her from entering
i open door and she storms in like a rhinosarus steaming and out of control
i try to control her without hurting her, we wrestling like oily turks at this point, this bitch is no joke, she at least 80 kilograms of juicy melonic all the way big boned jiggly physique
after some time we both gas out and it takes police to remove her from the building
consider i am 94kilograms steroided bodybuild who presses the 60kg dumbells for ten
thruout the wrestling she was shouting HEEELPP HEEELLPP POLLLIIIIICE POLLIIIICEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! while now and then abruptly stopping and whispering with deminic posession in her eye "beat me come on beat me if you are a man"
of course i watch a lot of bodybuild video and i think of bertil
she dont fool this bodybuild
i am not going catabolic for this whore
;D ;D ;D
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just goes to show you that in times of crisis officers of the peace are our only option
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Can you say psychopath
http://i.imgur.com/Ok3pLZM.jpg
This reminds me of a National Lampoon article from the 70's. It's clearly a deadpan, dark comedy piece.
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Jon looks like he's had more cocks than Goodrum.
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you tellin me, this chick aint nothing
my baby mama she came to my house at 4 am with her portly sister and with their combined weight of 350-375 lbs they kicked my door down and started raising hell like never before. police had to kick them out
sometime later bitch shows up again, by herself, i feear for my door and think i will get out and block her from entering
i open door and she storms in like a rhinosarus steaming and out of control
i try to control her without hurting her, we wrestling like oily turks at this point, this bitch is no joke, she at least 80 kilograms of juicy melonic all the way big boned jiggly physique
after some time we both gas out and it takes police to remove her from the building
consider i am 94kilograms steroided bodybuild who presses the 60kg dumbells for ten
thruout the wrestling she was shouting HEEELPP HEEELLPP POLLLIIIIICE POLLIIIICEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! while now and then abruptly stopping and whispering with deminic posession in her eye "beat me come on beat me if you are a man"
of course i watch a lot of bodybuild video and i think of bertil
she dont fool this bodybuild
i am not going catabolic for this whore
She is the mother of your child.
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Fake as fuck - another piece of internet hoax shite meant to (and succeeding!) to inflame...
The web is full of this type of crap, i personally dont believe anything i read on it anymore.
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She is the mother of your child.
no shit sherlock
love her so much but i'm exercising hate because we at war now
this is war
this is sparta
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Wait, so this is the guy she left him for? If this is an upgrade ex must have been a world class loser and geek. She did the right thing.
(http://www.getbig.com/boards/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=553849.0;attach=585680;image)
Same guy in both pics.
What guy are you talking about? :D
The whole post is just a fake thing created by Ingrid Ternet.
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Same guy in both pics.
What guy are you talking about? :D
The whole post is just a fake thing created by Ingrid Ternet.
I know it is the same guy. I think this is the new guy she dumped the old guy for. Just saying new guy looks like a tool, he doesn't even lift. If it is fake then it doesn't matter. If it is real it still doesn't matter.
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i dont think she's fake like some people suggest:
http://sherashaul.tumblr.com/
i dont use any social media so i dont have a twitter to check her out but this seems to be her twitter:
https://twitter.com/shera_shaul
The pic looks like her too:
(http://31.media.tumblr.com/avatar_a1aae84015f9_64.png)
Sad to say but girls like this are out there, ive been on the other end of it when the girl would fuck me behind the guy's back and when i would find out she had a bf, i would treat her like shit and give her a taste of her own medicine. Fuck her and anyone who knowingly and intentionally wants to fuck with other peeople's minds.
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Nice little Jewish princess. Would analy rape until she stopped enjoying it
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sounds like a shallow whore.....with some schizophrenic tendencies. My advice is hook up with as many girls as you can in front of her because then she'll think you've gotten over her and Itll drive her crazy and when she comes begging back for you spit a fat glob of spit right into her eyes
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Date a psycho jew girl who was similar to this one. She was very attractive, came from a rich family and we met through mutual friends. Eventually I asked her out and she said yes and we dated for a while. One day she left a totally scathing email about me to one of her friends who also liked me. She let me hear the voicemail where she just shit talks me, she's only dating me because she felt sorry for me blah blah blah. So I immediatly call her and break up with her. For two fucking weeks she would call me crying her eyes out, how much she loves me etc.... WTF! Total bipolar psychopath.
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i dont think she's fake like some people suggest:
http://sherashaul.tumblr.com/
i dont use any social media so i dont have a twitter to check her out but this seems to be her twitter:
https://twitter.com/shera_shaul
The pic looks like her too:
(http://31.media.tumblr.com/avatar_a1aae84015f9_64.png)
Sad to say but girls like this are out there, ive been on the other end of it when the girl would fuck me behind the guy's back and when i would find out she had a bf, i would treat her like shit and give her a taste of her own medicine. Fuck her and anyone who knowingly and intentionally wants to fuck with other peeople's minds.
yep.
Ive told this story before... but it relates.
A half mexican girl i used to fuck would have her BFs pick her up from my apartment with my cum still dripping from her twat. 1st time i was like WTF, 2nd time told her how fucked up she was... 3rd time was just like "ok wtf ever".
One time her panties were still laying on the floor, and i was casually trying to kick them under the couch while she was introducing her BF to my roommates.... she caught me doing it and got this big shit eating grin on her face.
I eventually told her to knock that shit off, that i didnt like that shit. I always refused to date her because i told her she was too much of a slut for us to be together, so shed constantly date these beta bitches while fucking me on the side. It made me feel bad for them.
Its like she got off on seeking out weak men and destroying them.