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[Swearwords]

what's the reason with these bots at midnight??

[.prime]

I Got a call about 1.5 hours ago from mom saying I needed to get over there as quick as possible. By the time I got there, the aggression (on both sides) was insane. They were screaming outside and a bunch of neighbors were at the end of their driveways. Got them calm enough to talk rationally with me and went inside to the kitchen.

My mom has been having an affair with a guy down the road for the past 8 months. Father said he'd divorce "the whore" after she finally admitted it. Apparently, he'd been trying to get her to admit it for like 6 months. Her reasoning for the affair was as follows:

- she'd raised us and expected some "alone" time with my father when he retired
- wanted to travel the world, attend festivals/events, and do other things with father
- wanted to feel loved and lusted after and "relearn" each other

At some point a couple moments later, he took a step towards her and I yelled "Hey!" at which point he turned to me. I stepped behind a table, her turned back towards her and started at her. I picked up the frying pan from the sink, ran up behind him and hit him at the back of the head. He fell, I mounted and started sending punch after punch at him. My mom stood with her arms crossed while my father was unconscious. I was raging beyond belief and probably hit him 20+ times before my neighbors took me off him. My knuckles were bloody as hell and his face was unrecognizable and covered in blood. He had like 4 wounds near his temple (I had a ring on my right hand).

After about 10 minutes, he managed to awake. Police came, mom and I explained situation, and he was detained. They sent him to get patched up and then took him to prison. He'll spend the weekend in county jail, then go through the court. Mom's best friend / neighbor and a couple other ladies couldn't stop complimenting me, telling me I'm a real man, etc. Mom was beaming and said she couldn't be prouder. [​IMG] Mom's getting a divorce lawyer and we're going to see how Domestic Violence affects divorce proceedings and what my mom is entitled to (she never worked and was stay-at-home). Hopefully, at least she gets the current house, spousal support and 50% split of retirement and mutual funds.

[free crzy]

His eyes moved to the red ribbon she had planted on his right pectoral muscle. He saw something in her eyes when she touched him. A recognition of firmness. After all, he was toned to perfection from weeks of rebuilding a church in Rokoray, along the northern banks of the Great Scarcies River. He had met a woman there who reminded him of his sister. He cared for her, taught her a fledgling example of English, had even found himself feeling love for her. That was not a sisterly love however. Then again… was this?

He began to open his mouth. Any moment his parents would walk downstairs. The look on her face said they were on the same channel. Everything he had just thought, she heard it. He spoke.

“Listen, when mom and dad go out to say hi to the Gelsons next door tonight, let’s hang back, go upstairs and fuck the shit out of each other.”

“What?” She answered, bewildered.

“C’mon let's do it. Let’s fuck. Haven’t we always wanted this?” He reached out to reassure her, but she pulled away, fear in her eyes. “Whoa whoa. Uh no I’m just happy you’re home from Africa. What the hell are you talking about wanting to fuck me? Are you seriou--” And like a blade being hammered on the anvil, his father’s voice rang out from behind him: “WHAT IN SAM HILL IS GOING ON HERE?”

“I can explain…” he stammered, but was cut off by the visceral scream from his mother as she began sobbing into her bathrobe. His father erupted, white morning spittle shooting from the corners of his mouth.

“NO SON OF MINE IS GONNA DRINK FUCKING FOLGERS COFFEE!” He belted his son in the face, knocking the boy unconscious. “THIS IS A PEETS COFFEE HOUSE!”

Drink Peets Coffee.

[SevereHazard]

you guys must have so much time to type these stories.

[free crzy]

hey prime wanna bet that kevin lurks here as a guest now

[Fort Nite 2]

Orange Man Bad

[.prime]

wouldnt be surprised if he was