A Cautionary Narrative written to protect the guilty. theory ebbed with conspiratorial characters, shady deals, and death lurks. Havoc wreaks chill down spine, unnerved adrelaline to sheer Oblivion without notice. What happens when obsession turns fatal?
money grubbing trust fund babies. pissed daddy wanted a party fair well party, to properly give goodbyes before daddy passed has children upset bc daddy spent their inheritance.
fuckfaceferg's first words upon meeting me “Pleasure meeting the woman who would allow this fucker to stick his in, and pleasure meeting a con artist…Oh, I meant artist.”
Think my husband stepped up for me? Nope, fucker laughed with fuckface. fuckface furg purchased me a drink and strawberry shortcake spit in my drink. My husband had me face to face with his lovers.
jock rolls up pissed about his seat (which were not in use). jock, “excuse me these are our seats. I then asked, “Are particular seats in use right now?”
jock, “No, but our jackets staked ownership.”
I replied “Shouldn't bodies be in seats instead of jackets?”
fuckface furg warns, “Careful before he puts you in his place.” under my breath, “Careful before I set you in yours.”
jock replies, “Things don't need to become awkward.”
My response, “Situation is half passed monkey balls awkward.”
Jocks left for about 10 minutes they return, picked up jackets and left with a sincere apology. Made me wonder who spooked the fuck out of them to leave so abruptly.