Sideshow Whore Flew Straight in a Coucou’s Nest

Cancerous Whores, Today

A couple of months ago I wrote I had a beef with a middle aged woman. I believe I appropriately named her Sideshow Bob.

At the time, way back in September I told my lover that she was crazy. Not only did she have plans to have me thrown out of our compound handcuffed by the Afghan Police, but now I just learned she actually threatened to have me killed. It went all the way to her boss who I’ll quote:

”Pfff, what do you want me to do about two bitches fighting over a white dick!”

I want to make a muffle sound mixed with saisissement but I can’t find anything so I’ll just say: ”Oh!”

Ha! Ha! Ha!

I am mildly insulted because he believed our bar brawl was over a man. Moi! Never! But when a bitch calls you a bitch you have to take a stand. I was also real drunk and my boss prevented my fist from hitting her face, because she is a lawyer. Who cares?

(Anyways, Ronron I told you she was a nutcase, but like all men you diminished the whole situation.)

This death threat revelation came after a close friend asked me how we knew each other as he had heard a story about us two. Our brawl happened last December. I don’t understand why supposedly educated women let themselves become the instrument of clear manipulation by a real joke of a man and then accuses another for all their relationship problems, while the loud mouth jerk tells everyone her levels of insanity and his necessity to get rid of her, but in front of her he plays the nice guy. Sick.

I was sitting at the bar with my co-workers enjoying a fabulous evening celebrating the holiday season. We had a Secret Santa party. A few drinks later we where all having a blast. I was still dressed as Santa, when this cancerous whore in an attempt to sachay (she is so gauche and classless Bob looks like a donkey pooping) herself to the bar she stopped and asked who was in the costume. Someone answered ”Beige Burka,” and she continued with a look of disgust yelling ”that bitch!” It was on.

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Fun story: I was the last of my co-workers to engage in a bar fight for year 2011.  I was mocking all of them because since Dec. 9th, all the boys had been involved in a brawl except me. I closed the year with a little violence. They where cracking up.

Colbert (my friend), was a bit surprised I had a semi-friendly relationship with her as she has a terrible reputation off being crazy, needy, drama driven, a player and worst of all an attention seeker. A few girlfriends had warned me against being friends with her, but I always thought people are too judgmental and because a women parties or is promiscuous you can’t associate yourself with them. I do what I want and didn’t listen. I thought she was fun and vivacious until I saw the truth.

You can actually Google her name and see all the sexual harassment lawsuits she has won against innocent men. She uses rape as regularly as her menstrual cycle. No, no she’s too old for that. It pisses me off for those who actually are assaulted and never say a word and|or need justice and never get retribution.

Seriously, who does that? Voices out loud to have someone killed just because you believe she had sex with your man?

You make me wanna use the C word, and I hate that word but I think you deserve it.

My friend works for the UN, different division from her but he avoids any contact with Bob. Her tricks are as sad as any. She has no girlfriends, as she seeks mostly male attention. She gets drunk on Thursday night and drops her top (coz two sips of gin & tonic transforms her into a wild child), uncrosses her legs in a very deliberate Paris Hilton no paparazzi moment for her horny admirers, attracts some poor sucker(s) to her room and the minute their backs are turned she calls security who barges in her room and removes the drunken idiot(s) who have no idea why he’s been removed when he was invited in.

The poor security guy has to explain that every other night she sends frantic text stating there is a man who will not leave her room.

I shake my head in superiority.Quelle bassesse! You are a middle age woman and you still use these cheap tricks. I would think at that age I’d be more mature.

She tried hard with my friend calling him around 2am saying ”I need you, come to my place” or ”come outside to meet me we are having a party.” He did go once and he soon realized she needed him to cock block as she couldn’t get rid of some guy.

He didn’t admit it, but I’m confident that if a man wakes up at 2am to meet another woman it’s probably to fuck, but the cock blocking turned him off and he never bothered with her again. I’m sure that was one of his reasons.

This story only gets worst, but i’m glad the fan club of reason against coucou doesn’t only stop with me.

Oh, one of my co-worker slept with her. Apparently, she loves anal sex, is very loud ( she lives down my corridor) has a couple of big dick dildos and there will be more of her sexual exploit another time. The day I am finished with Bob’s story I will reveal her name so you can all Google her name.

Whatever! Revenge is the only way to move on.

 

Arggnmmelele…

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