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Post by Mike Morbid on Jun 20, 2017 21:04:00 GMT -5
A woman is following me. I am guessing she is lonely. Having a stalker gives me glee. It makes me feel quite naughty.
This is becoming bothersome. She phoned up and called me a scum. She disguised her voice with a hum. But I know where the call came from.
Next door she is now a boarder. She has a mental disorder. She is ignoring the order. I got it to try to ward her.
I wake up to find my hands tied. She is standing by my bedside. Telling me she is now my bride, and we must toast with cyanide.
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Post by Smeets on Jul 9, 2017 15:57:15 GMT -5
basically you're f'd. is she hot at least
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Post by Tony Hates Everything on Jul 9, 2017 19:30:21 GMT -5
A better love story than twilight.
How does a Mr. Morbid find the inspiration for such a poem?
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Post by Mike Morbid on Jul 10, 2017 9:20:11 GMT -5
It is a greatly exaggerated account of something I experienced a few months ago. I never met her face to face, her efforts were limited to social media.
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Post by Tony Hates Everything on Jul 15, 2017 16:25:25 GMT -5
Female stalker kind of a turn on, female stalker that wants to kill you... not so much
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