Trolling around the internet late last night I found these two stories that moved me; one in admiration, and one in disgust. I hope the former inspires you to do great things, and the latter to help you not be an asshole.
My immediate reaction was “Wow, that’s true love. What a great man!“. Then I thought about my own relationships, and searched my memories for times I spent two years working on a project to show my love, and I came up ….. empty. So sad. But, my life is not yet over, and I hereby resolve to do better in the future.
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These are both pictures of Jen Atkins. On the left she weighs 247 pounds. Her fiancé told her she was too fat for him, and he dumped her. So, she said she decided to get revenge. She lost about 115 pounds, and went on to bag the title of Miss Great Britain. Then she got a new boyfriend. This guy …
Now, you might be thinking that the ex-boyfriend is a chump. But, why? She was a 250 pound blimp, and not attractive at all … she had more chins than China. Here’s a fact; her new boyfriend wouldn’t be with her either had she stayed a 250 pound Beluga.
Another fact; she’s not dating a guy who weighs 250 pounds. The new boy-toy is fit and trim, and according to Brit newspapers has that most important of all qualities most women like in a man …money. In other words, she’s just as shallow as her ex-boyfriend, and a gold-digger to boot.
Another fact; her revenge motive is beyond pathetic. When she was with her fiancé she didn’t give a damn about being in shape. She was only willing to lose weight to get revenge?? You mean she was willing to spend the rest of her life with him, but she wouldn’t lose her blubber to look good for him? And it’s not as if she really tried and couldn’t do it because, obviously, she was able to cut weight when she put the effort in.
Sadly, this is how so many women think; irrational, shallow and greedy. Women like her have pussified men from America to Zaire.
We men must fight back against the Tyranny of the Vagina! You can and must start by picking the right wife. You must start by marrying an ugly woman. If you are married and your wife is pretty — divorce her. Really. Pretty women know they are pretty and will use that knowledge to limit access to their hoo-hoo’s (the only thing men actually love) and, thus, eventually ruin your life.
THE END
Smell is the sense most tied to memory.
And it’s “more Chins than a Chinese phonebook.”
Wrong, Mr. Magic Underwear wearer.
“Chin” is a Chinese surname. It’s not “She has more Chinese surnames than a Chinese phonebook.”
“chin” is a part of the body. You would not capitalize ‘arm’, ‘leg’, etc. Even people of lower intelligence understand the connection between a part of the body and a Chinese last name, and the implied humor therein, without forcing the unnatural capitalization of ‘chin’.
Whose hoo.hoo.will do?
My buddy Paula and I got shadow banned. So far Nick’s new phone is posting.
TRUE STORY:
I tried to start a partnership with a real hillbilly farmer who don’t talk so good. I got us a couple contracts with restaraunts and one big 45 young bunny order for autumn bbq.
That was June. All summer long I bred and fed rabbits. Guess what?
My does were/are fat fakers. I did not produce my share of the bbq bunny order because my does were too fat to breed after the first gestation(eating) period if 30 days.
My buck was NOT interested.
I asked my hillbilly bunny farmer partner why the buck did not want to fuck and he said my does were just too fat.
I slaughtered all the meat rabbits I had (those female rabbits were covered with fat globs. No wonder Otto said “nyet!”
I am now OUT of the bunny business. I have a couple dwarf lions head fuzzy bunnies, but they are strictly petting rabbits.
Beautiful!! My seester, the vegan, and who RESCUES bunnies (she now has 6 rescued bunnies) would give you a MASSIVE hug for stopping your murderous ways against the oryctolagus cuniculus species! Me, too.
You got banned but the Moroni Maroon above your post has not??? I an truly stunned. I’ll drop you an email after I get back from the wound center this afternoon.
I watched a video where someone was happy for a new doe for breeding and it didn’t reproduce. They showed the skinned rabbit and it had a lot of fat on it. So that was the verdict. Too fat!
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why didn’t you give the buck a couple of beers,he’d have done the job after that–
Its it really you, Maggie, or an apparition?
Nothing you do has more impact on the quality of your life than to marry well.
HF- And boy do some people REALLY marry well. But we can’t all marry into a billion $$$$ family now can we?
Ever notice how extremely HAPPY those lucky schmucks are all the time, every day is a picnic on the south forty for them.
I’d say the greatest impact is neck and neck between marrying a fantastic spouse and marrying a fantastic church steeped in the Restored Gospel. For some unknown reason, I’ve been blessed with both.
Shove the Church Of Mormontology horse shit up your mormontard cult believing ass.
After 49 years of marriage – I think the best wife would be deaf and dumb.
Some might say your wife got the dumb part right — she married you.
I wouldn’t say it, though.
Sailor’s dream–She’s deaf and dumb and oversexed and owns a liquor store.
And where does one find these mythical creatures you have described?`
Heck, I’ll settle for dumb and oversexed
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and has 1,000 acres of land that no one has hunted in years .
Look closely at the mother of the gals that interest you. There you will see their future and possibly yours.
Those smoking hot bleached beauties are almost always empty shells.
The only beauty that lasts is found within.
I told my son that. He should take a look at mom to see what he will be sleeping and living with for years to come. I guess that goes both ways.
The author makes some salient points, and I hate to be contrary, but my wife-16 years younger than I-is take-your-breath-away pretty with long brown hair, EE cup boobs, a great figure, a pretty smile, a great attitude. She respects her man, cans the surplus from our huge garden like a pro, has made herself practically a lay veternarian taking care of our livestock, spends as much time in mud boots and work wear as anyone, and insists that I never cook or do any house chores on days that I work at my job. She’s a joy to be around and my life is far better with her than it’d be without her. And we been married 17 years. He is right-a man must marry the right woman, but to the point that a man can’t marry a pretty woman-he’s wrong. Quite wrong.
The author thinks you are lying. The author demands you provide pictorial proof.
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The author now believes that the massive double-E’s you so lovingly speak of are actually those belonging to your cow.
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The author would like to inform you that what you have is a slave.
Lastly, the author is surprised you didn’t say that your slave also walked to school barefoot in the snow, 10 miles uphill, both coming and going.
You’re in pretty tough shape holmes. If you’re drinking this heavily this early in the morning, you maybe oughta think about sobering up.
Nah. Just having a little fun. Please don’t take offense. Your wife sounds grrreat!
So many articles about the flu, and how crappy America is, etc. etc. that sometimes I just feel like being trivial and frivolous with my articles and comments.
I get it brother. I’m blessed way beyond what I deserve, no doubt!
Your version of Friday Fail. That’s where the rest of us cut loose and forget about reality for a little while. I get it.
Exactly!!! I get my weekly dose of laughter medicine with FF! I’d probably fall back into a deep state of depression and drive up to highway 61 and sit next to that deer and contemplate………
HWY 61?
(i was being cute by hinting to my post on FF about being on hwy 61 on the north shore of Lake Superior and seeing the “suicidal deer” sign.) I’ve spent a lot of time in the Arrowhead.
Ooooooh………good. I thought you really hated Beluga whales Stuck. wheew. I feel better now.
my wife rode the bus in El Salvador for 10 years
15 years younger as well 1911
drop dead gorgeous
starts cleaning the house at 5 am while I round up the cows on horse back with my 2 year old daughter
she can find the aorta on an ornery cow, fire at thieves with her .38 snub S&W, charm the pants off a corrupt cop and laugh about it at night with a Kirkland brand scotch at 7 pm(sorry, all that is available in Nicaragua!)
we really should have a “hottest wife’ competition on Fridays along with the Fails
for all of you who remember me,.. it has been a while, I just lurk now
30 cows to milk, 5 acres of passion fruit, hogs, chickens, horses,..
no time to post
She must be looking over your shoulder as you type this.
Nope. She’ll never even know about it. 🙂
The main point, glock, is you found someone you were compatible with who was also beautiful. The two don’t always go hand in hand.
Ain’t that the truth brother!!!!!
This song from Willie seems to fit in here:
She should thank her ex for motivating her to get in shape and take care of herself.
So wait, this guy supposedly proposes and then reverses himself due to her weight? Did this broad Embiggen in a single week, or what?
I call BS on the story. It smells like one of these “Haha, shallow Men stupid!” gotcha! tales you find on Jezebel and similar feminist sewers.
I was pleasantly surprised to see that implied moral turned on its head though. I was all ready to close the tab in a huff when it shifted gears and called out the hypocrisy of our mythical SHEorine. Nice work!
It’s a real story. See below links. They have some moar of her nice titty pics, if that’s your bag.
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https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-8041349/Woman-26-tipped-scales-17st-crowned-Miss-Great-Britain.html
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https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8754191/Model-26-lost-eight-stone-crowned-Miss-GB-says-NOT-fat-shaming-call-people-obese.html
I have been married 50+ years ,diamonds and exotic gems set in gold plus I do all the vacuuming….that is the key . I don’t know how long my gammy leg will hold up to vacuum so my life could turn to shit.
Stucky
You’re doing in home hospice for Mom. That will cover a multitude of sins.
My Mom’s greatest fear was going to a nursing home and dying at an older sisters house where she was loved mattered. Another older sist er and my baby sisters husband both had a terrible problem with being bathed and having their beds changed by a revolving group of strangers. I was single up until my 50’s so I was able to do in home hospice for both of them and considered it a privilege to finally have my head far enough out of me me me to it for them. He was a gem of a man, unlike her first useless eater and very proud so I never blinked when she asked for help or she would have to put him in a home because she couldn’t pick him up when he fell.
You are doing what matters.
As for getting a bum wife. What was I looking for when I said I do. You can’t rape the willing. Do what you always did. Get what you always got.
So who was the asshole in the second story? You did say asshole, right? Him for divorcing his overweight wife or her for gaining weight in the first place then waiting till after he divorced her to lose it? I think there is probably more to that story.
Regarding the flower planter, we don’t know if she lost her sight before or after they were married. Doesn’t really matter, he loves her for who she is. I’ve heard stories of husbands who kept their wives with alzheimers at home as long as they could. Got them up in the morning, washed their hair, put on makeup for them. Wives who have done the same for their hubands…pure devotion.
I thought my analysis made it clear; SHE was.
— First of all, she was his fiancé, not wife, so he had no legal or moral obligation to her.
— I’m guessing here, but I’m certain that he didn’t dump her without warning. Surely, over the years as her body cells increased to Belugian proportions, he must have asked her to cut down on midnight ice cream feasts a few times.
— But, she didn’t give a shit.
— Then she did. But, not really for her own health. But, for revenge. That alone screams “ASSHOLE!!”.
— And she’s just as shallow and vapid as her former fiancé, settling for a pretty boy with $$$.
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Now, the fiancé is not without sin. I can understand ENTERING into a relationship based on looks. But, once in it, and you spend years with that person, and you proclaim your love for them but, then dump them based only on appearance … well, he’s a world-class moran who has no idea what real love entails. So, he’s a shallow dumb moran. But, not yet an asshole.
Sometimes I read too fast. Missed the fact the he was her boyfriend. Neither of them probably know what real love entails. That takes time and commitment. Most young people (a lot of old people, too) don’t have the patience to put the effort into making a relationship work.
I think she could still stand to lose a few more pounds.
Hi Stucky
Whatdo ya know, I almost never drive by here, decided to give it a whirl…
Hi old friend.
Thank you for the stories.
Virtual hugs
TeresaE!!!! You were (still are) one of my best pals here. I have missed you so much. Please check in more often … I’m starting to write original pieces more often, and I know you luuuuv my articles. lol
Very best wishes to and yours, my old friend.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
One of them is lucky. Dammed if I can figure which one?
Is Stucky turning into a Moral Theologian?
Or does he have a ghost writer now that he is back?
Okay so clear this up for me. The fatty is in the wrong for not trying to be pretty for her boyfriend, yet you say men should date ugly women and not hotties because they’re automatically shallow and vapid. So ugly=good. Fat=bad. Pretty=bad. Did I get that right? Because I’m not seeing the logic here.
Shit! Now that you put it that way, I’m not seeing the logic either. Oh well, my advice is free. You get what you pay for.
Ugly and unhealthily fat are two different things.
I think the typical story goes: young, sexy hot American girl marries and turns into fat, lazy feminist slut bitch wife who sues for divorce; guy has to start over in poverty.