I think I just end up getting trolled on dating sites

[Vestibule]

Nice C... did you throw that in because she's Canadian? ( Even Canadians don't appreciate her ) It's a great song otherwise... just saying...

[TheFoX]

Out of curiosity, how many FST members have committed suicide since this place opened? With the amount of bullying going on, I am surprised that more names haven't disappeared.

[Artemis]

Out of curiosity, how many FST members have committed suicide since this place opened? With the amount of bullying going on, I am surprised that more names haven't disappeared.

While on a related topic, I personally would like to know how many death threats have actually become a reality?

[anon]

At least one, if we are to believe Dave's latest dupe account.

[Artemis]

At least one, if we are to believe Dave's latest dupe account.

In that one single case, it would have been nicer if Foxy's premise of bullying had come to pass, and psychoboi offed himself.

[TheFoX]

That's the whole point, though, isn't it. OlegL asks for it, and we offer it, yet he is still here. Technically, there are potentially thousands of bullies within the ranks of FST, all telling OlegL what a tw@ he is, yet he hasn't topped himself, nor is he likely to, even though our actions towards him are detrimental to his mental health.

Mind you, you could hardly call us trolls.

[chalice]

Sup interncunts. What you are about to read is true and relevant to the thread title. I don't often make it two for two.

Thrust headlong into singledom, this time (it seemed) for real, it took me quite a time to gather my bearings, what little she'd left of them. My mind was a screaming child. Inconsolable, irrational and *not very much fun to be around. I did too many things at once. One of the things I did was join a dating site, somewhat spurred by mary's clutter of disasters, knowing at least I'm not him.

So, I permitted my image to be displayed to womankind. And I sat and I waited. In filtered the munters. The many-angled troglodytes which squat and feed in shadows. Eyes in unnatural positions, mouths like Guernica. Altogether terrible to behold. Text speak. Almost worse than the spoken drawl. Or hideous vernacular, spellchecked by her fourteen year old. Then come bubbling up a message from my first love. Saw my gawping gob on the internets. Been thinking about me since we were sixteen. Some twenty-three years hence. Sharp intake of breath. Wants to meet me.

Some context should be laid down here. I'll keep it snappy, though I could write a book.

Maria and I were sixteen. Thought it was love. Took her hymen on my single bed. Messy. Several weeks later went to a mate's 18th birthday party. She got pissed and kissed some random in the house. I told her to fuck off. Next thing I'm thrust into this bedroom and she's all like discarding garments and sounding all pished and stupid. I'm like hating her despite her nakedness. Next thing you know, and this is a true fucking story, her mother walked into that bedroom. She was naked and her mother was like a fucking demon. I immediately recognised the futility of my presence and promptly shot out into the night for quite a distance. I could hear the slaps and screams in my wake. It was terrible. Her mother cursed my very bones down into hell with all her mother's wrath. Fuck, she hated my guts to the max. And it wasn't even my fucking fault. That was twenty three years ago.

Flash the fuck forward fifteen years. I'm prolly sitting wopped watching the news. Who's on the news? Maria is on the news. Why is Maria on the news? Maria's mum has been fucking murdered all over the place to the max. Bludgeoned to death by her fancy man, who instantly goes on the run for a week and hands himself into a priest, saying it was Satan wot told him to do it. But that's not what's so interesting about Maria. Maria is now weighing in at thirty stone plus. The cameramen were tripping over each other to get her in shot. Jaysus, says I, lay off the pizza, Maria. Also, that's what you get for hating me. Death at the hands of an idiot.

So, I went for a date with her a couple of weeks ago. I am ashamed to say that I was actually embarrassed to be seen with her. We caught up, we went back to my place. We sat until six in the morning without me making a move towards her straining borders. The girl defies physics. I've tried to deflate her gently but she just insists that all she wants to do is suck my cawk. I'm not willing to bear the expense of that blowjob. Women always say that. Next thing you know, they want a plug changing.

[IdolEyes787]

Sorry to here that's what you've been up to and aren't dead like I thought.

[Snee]

Flash the fuck forward fifteen years. I'm prolly sitting wopped watching the news. Who's on the news? Maria is on the news. Why is Maria on the news? Maria's mum has been fucking murdered all over the place to the max. Bludgeoned to death by her fancy man, who instantly goes on the run for a week and hands himself into a priest, saying it was Satan wot told him to do it. But that's not what's so interesting about Maria. Maria is now weighing in at thirty stone plus. The cameramen were tripping over each other to get her in shot. Jaysus, says I, lay off the pizza, Maria. Also, that's what you get for hating me. Death at the hands of an idiot.

Fuck me. 30 stone. The biggest woman I've fancied even somewhat weighs in at half that, max, I reckon.

[chalice]

That's all right then.