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Apr 20 2013

Greatest Revenge Ever Backfired: Horny Men Sent To His Ex’s House End Up In The Big House With Him

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“I’m a senior lady who is looking for some fun and adventure in my life!! Would like to meet a gentleman in his 50′s that is Hung and that can give me some pleasuring.”

Excerpt from a Craigslist ad a 61-year-old man wrote impersonating his 64-year-old ex-girlfriend to invite a string of horny middle-aged men to her home for “pleasuring.” The ad featured nude photos of her as well. If that wasn’t enough of an invasion of privacy, her address was also included in the ad in which the horny men used to find their way to her home. After too many knocks on her door, rings of her doorbell, and rocks thrown at her window, she found out why they had come to her home, then posted signs on her fence that read, “People who are here in response to ads on Craigslist are un-invited and are trespassing.” When the trespassing continued she reported these men to federal agents. 33 men were arrested and charged with trespassing of private property. The ex-girlfriend said she had to “frequently, often several times a day, chase away the men who have been enticed by these personal ads.” The agents also arrested her ex and charged him with felony stalking.

The move that motivated the ad was when the woman put a restraining order on her ex after he continuously harassed her after their 6 month relationship ended. But the woman said she became happy when she realized the ad will probably be his last attempt at revenge on her. From police, she learned her ex was “sexually assaulted” in prison by those SAME men he sent to her house. She said she visited him in jail to get the last laugh “behind the glass” but that quickly turned into tears. And not from joy. She said, “He was smiling the whole time I was laughing. It was messing with my mind. He’s suppose to be mad. Upset. The irony behind it. His greatest revenge backfired. When I asked him, why the hell is he smiling after he was fucked by the same men who he sent to fuck me? He said, ‘I made him hate women and after our relationship ended he became … gay.’ “

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Has an attempt at revenge ever backfired on you? *Answer in the comments*

Mar 30 2013

Boyfriend Breaks Up With Girlfriend After She Blogs About Missing Him … While He Sleeps … 3 Feet Away

Sleep Blogging

Anonymous blogging has cost one woman her relationship of 21 days. J, as he is called in the blog, IMissMyBoyfriend.com, went to sleep one night on the right side of the bed; reserving the left side for his girlfriend, K, as she calls herself on the blog. However, he woke up in the middle of the bed; girlfriend on neither side. He looked across the room and saw a familiar sight: his girlfriend’s head on top of her laptop’s keyboard as if it was a pillow. He told us, “She’s been falling asleep at her computer ever since we’ve been together. I’m always picking her up and putting her in the bed the next morning then going back to sleep myself. This time I wanted to do things differently and see what the hell she’s always working on.” He said, “After I put her in the bed, I sat down at her computer and started reading. I scanned all the headlines and it was all these posts about her missing me. It felt good for 5 seconds then I became disturbed when I realized I haven’t been on vacation. I haven’t been nowhere. At least not from her. We’re always together. We even work and go to school together. Then I started reading some of the posts and it was all about me scratching my ass and farting in my sleep and how I kept tossing and turning and how she was crying her eyes out because she missed me. I’m fucking three feet away you psycho!!! In one post, she said she experimented and blogged from the living room while I slept in the bedroom. She wrote she missed me so much she started crying so loud she woke me. Yeah, I remember this night. I jumped out of bed to ask her what was wrong and she said … nothing! To make matters worse, she even recorded videos of this crap. The fuck!!! It got 74,638 views. Who the fuck are you sick people?!?! I felt so embarrassed and so self-conscious. Who wants to know they snore??? I felt used. I don’t know if it was because she had writer’s block, was overly attached, a social media addict, or just a fucking psycho, but I had to put a restraining order on her that says she has to be a lot more than 3 feet away from me.”

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Mar 21 2012

Do You!

The heart of your conversation earlier with Ranita:

Har-old-Is there any advice, you being 40, you can offer me being 24? Like, something you wish someone told you at my age?

Ranita- Do you! Get your education. And, don’t worry about them.

Har-old-Who is them?

Ranita-Them is so-called friends, fake people, doubters, girls. Don’t let no one distract you from working on you and your success.

Har-old-I’ll be honest. I am distracted by girls. So, you think I should just stay away from them?

Ranita-No, I didn’t say that. It’s okay to have a little girlfriend or just a friend. But getting settled down and being in a committed relationship, don’t do it. I got married at 19, had 4 kids and wish someone told me this. And now, I’m starting over. You need to focus on your education, getting your degree, and worry about what’s gone make you successful. Being distracted by a relationship is something we all go through. So, you gone have to find a way to take your focus off the other person and become distracted with your own self. You’re a handsome young man, on your own, seem like you got your head on straight. You don’t want to get caught up with these lil’ girls out here. They want your money. The one thing about women is that we will wait on you. No matter how long it takes. So if she’s the right one for you, and wants you to succeed, she will wait. All those people you named, Zuckerberg, Jobs, they didn’t let no one distract them, if they did, they would NOT be where they are now. Do you, baby!

Are you getting it now, son? DO YOU! Grrrrr!!!

FY,

Har+new

P.S. I’m so happy you’re smart enough to see the messages in things. Big or small. You’re a thinker. Losing your technology for a few days did some good.

Mar 15 2012
Video

When People Show You Who They Are, Believe Them!

What does this remind you of?

She told you she was a bitch and you didn’t believe her. PAP! Why would she even bother to tell YOU this? Because she was predicting the future. And you bloody fool, why didn’t you believe her? You don’t trust life. This is an exact reflection of that. You don’t even know yourself yet. So, how you gone put another person BEFORE you and think you KNOW them? Hmmm? Why are you mad at the other person? Why are you blaming the other person? Be mad and put the blame on yourself. Learn to trust life. Learn. To. Trust. Life. This was a life lesson. Like she said, “Do the math and figure it out.” Don’t get PAPPED a 29th time! She isn’t deserving of your love. She won’t fight for you like you fought for her. What does that tell you? And, that’s why you should stop fighting and give up. Quit! Move on. You said your goodbye. Do not be hard-head, now. Cancel that bitch! Believe in Maya Angelou’s poetry. Oprah does. Ha!

FY,

Har+new

P.S. Thanks, appreciation, and love shown to Brook for being a YouTuber and forwarding the message.

P.P.S. This is the first video on FY. About time, huh?

Jan 17 2012
Aside

Remember when I said your apartment is putting you in danger? Then I alluded to a future letter on how, by the way, which is titled Why Walking Around The House Naked Is Overrated? Well, I wish I would’ve wrote that before the last four. I even tried writing it tonight, before midnight, before your first test. But it’s too late. She’s on her way. *sighs* But I don’t want to scare you with the word danger. To you, it’s probably not a danger at all. I mean, what do you care about being a Superman? Hmmm? Rather you want to admit it or not, THAT is a threat. THAT is your kryptonite. I’ll explain further in the aforementioned letter, but, it may be too little too late. I certainly hope not. On a lighter note, I love the new page Shorts. Update it frequently, Har-old.

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall
Dec 16 2011

You, Lucky Dog, You!

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall. Who’s The Best Narcissist Of Them All?

Dear Har-old,

Us yesterday:

Har+new: Why are you always looking in the mirror?

Har-old: Because I look crazy talking to you without one.

Har+new: Ha! You do more “listening” than talking.

Har-old: Okay. Don’t you want me to be a better listener? Isn’t that one of the qualities you’re helping me develop?

Har+new: Yes, but no, that’s not what I meant. You “listen” as an excuse to look.

Har-old: Huh?

Har+new: Since when did blowing kisses while another person is talking make one a great listener? You can’t walk pass a mirror without looking in it, can you?

Har-old: Yes I can!

Har+new: Ha! Not with peripheral vision, you can’t. Remember when you worked at Smith & Nephew? That day you were headed to the restroom and saw Lauren waiting in the lobby? Instead of approaching her and telling her how much you were crushing on her, you ran to the restroom to make sure you looked presentable a-k-a making sure your nose was booger-free. By the time you got back she was long gone.

Har-old: Who knows how long she was sitting there when I saw her? They probably finally saw her after making her wait forever.

Har+new: Or you was in the mirror forever. Hmmm? And when did you start to care if people thought you were crazy or not? Hmmm?

Har-old, this is how I knew Now Wife was the one:

I use to date this girl who was beautiful, I mean stunning, gorgeous, sexy, hot, fine as hell, OH MY GOD BROTHER! But I can only give her those physical compliments, you know, because she was dumb as a rock, man. This broad was … this broad was a complete idiot, Har-old. And one day while we were out on a date I saw my friend Rob. He approached us before we got seated. And you know how if a buddy catches you on a hot date with a hot chick he doesn’t try to take up too much time with small talk but the little time he does take and the small talk he does give is staring at her and complimenting her looks. And, I expected that, you know. And, I was okay with it, ya know … until:

Rob: Har-old, she is beautiful. I mean stunning, gorgeous, sexy, hot, fine as hell, OH MY GOD BROTHER. You, lucky dog, you!

Date: Hahahaha!

Rob: Well, I will get out of you kids way, and let y’all enjoy the rest of y’all’s night.

Har+new: Hold on! Wait a minute! “You, lucky dog, you???”

Rob: What’s that?

Har+new: “You, lucky dog, you?”

Rob: Yeah?

Har+new: Rob, you have known me for many, many years. You know how hard I worked. You know how I busted my ass to get to where I’m at. To get to the top. To get to this position. To establish my wealth. To make my ideas reality. The blood, sweat, tears!  YOU KNOW THAT!

Rob: Har+new, calm down. Calm down, brother.

Har+new: And you know if I was a chick you would totally bang me. This girl … let go of my arm … this girl is a freaking dummy. She may have the beauty but she doesn’t have the brains to match …

I went on for another 10 minutes like this. Suffice to say I got a glass of water thrown in my face. I was SO angry at this girl’s looks that I wanted the next girl to be the smartest girl I’ve ever met with total disregard for her looks. And I found her! While we were out on a date I saw Rob again. This time his little time and small talk was ALL directed at me.

Rob: Well, I will get out of you kids away, and let y’all enjoy the rest of y’all’s night.

Har+new: Hey man! Where are you going???

Rob: Home?

Har+new: You not gone compliment my date on how she looks?

Rob: Why?

Har+new: What you mean why?

Rob: Brother, look at her.

Har+new: *turns head* DAMN, YOU UGLY! Let go of my arm! No, Rob, no! She is smart as hell. She has 4 degrees, okay, Rob. FOUR! She knows 6 active languages and two more arcane and dead ones. You hear me?! Have a conversation with it, HER!. HER! Have one, Rob!

Rob: *scared look on his face* Please, no. I don’t want to. Please don’t make me have one. Please! I beg of you.

I went on for another 5 minutes like this … trying to get Rob to have a conversation with that thing. Suffice to say I got a glass of water thrown in my face … Rob did too. Again, I was SO angry at having a beauty without brains to match or a brainiac without beauty to match that I wanted the next girl to be the best of both worlds. That’s right. I was done being tacky. And, I found her … Now Wife. When Rob caught us out in public you should’ve seen it. His little time and small talk was evenly distributed between me and her. And by this time the phrase “You, Lucky Dog, You” was an inside joke between Rob and I. We told each other whenever we caught the other out on a date or if we talked too extensively about a girl we would say the phrase. And that’s when IT happened:

Rob: Well, I will get out of you kids way, and let y’all enjoy the rest of y’all’s night.

Har+new: Rob, you forgetting something.

Rob: Oh yeah!

Rob gets between us, disconnecting our hand holding, grabs her left arm, lifts her hand up and kisses it and turns to me and says:

Rob: Har+new, I’ve known you for many, many years. She is by far the most attractive woman you’ve ever been with. You, lucky dog, you! Hahahaha!

Har+new: Hahahaha!

Now Wife: Shut the hell up! Both of you! *looks at Rob* Let go of my arm! I’m Not Just A Pretty Face. I appreciate the compliment, I do. But *grabs her face* I’m just renting this for a while. But *points index finger at her head* this is mines to own.

She went on for another 22 minutes like this. Wow! Suffice to say a glass of water was thrown in my face … by myself. I thought I was dreaming.

Maybe you should cover the mirror with post it notes if you can’t stop looking in it. LOOK ON IT! Those are the words that aren’t backwards. Accept my suggestion. You’ll thank *holds right palm up* you’ll blow a kiss at me later.

FY,

Har+new

P.S. Har-old, let’s have a good Friday and make history this weekend strong-end.

Image by Boxerbob2009 via Flickr
Nov 5 2011

You’re A Changing Canvas

Road trip Bob style

Image by Boxerbob2009 via Flickr

Dear Feather,

Its time to take some chances. I give you permission from this point on to be a bitch. Really. Say what you want to say, say what you feel, be honest, confront, confront, confront.

I know that is easier said than done, but you’re not really here to do the easy thing. Practically nothing else in your life has been done the easy way…but you manage to take the easy way out of socializing. You socialize by being polite, quiet, agreeable, respectful. You put all these ideas before your own ideas, thoughts, contributions to conversations. You put everyone’s supposed emotions above your own need to communicate.

And you wonder why very few people know you very well. Maybe you’re being too hard to get… to know. You save your thoughts, ideas, jokes, for the off-chance that you’ll really hit if off with someone. But even if you do, eventually you’ll save some stuff for someone else who will understand you in some other way that your current friends don’t.

Well, there’s a reason you can’t find friends who completely understand you…for one thing, you don’t give them a chance…for another thing, there is no one (human) who can completely understand you. You’re a changing canvas. Your self-portrait is always transforming. You don’t have to represent yourself in your many facets, you can be exactly who you are at that moment, without thinking about rather it reflects who you were yesterday, how someone else sees you, or who you’re going to be the next time you communicate with someone.

No one is perfect, no one is always the same and nothing you do will stop conflicts, disagreements, misunderstandings, miscommunication, and incomplete social transactions from occurring. You simply have to stop filtering yourself. Allow the truth of you to be accessible when you interact with people, and maybe you’ll be able to see the multi-changing layers of people as well.

It is a responsibility. One you have tried to shield yourself from. You are a very empathic and intuitive person, and maybe you feel like you shouldn’t be an authority, you shouldn’t be aware of the things people do and feel. You shouldn’t have to know things that you have this uncanny ability to find out, especially when they’re being hidden. So you decided to try to hide yourself from it… but it just doesn’t do you good, at all. It also doesn’t work. You’ll have to take responsibility for your characteristics, your impact on the people around you, and their impact on you.

You’ll have to allow yourself to be seen as you are, from moment to moment, and that will make you look sad sometimes, silly, ignorant, insensitive, and bitchy… as well as a multitude of other characteristics you like to share. Be empowered in your human nature. Don’t take any shit from anyone who suggests or supports being superwoman. You are allowed to fail miserably, and you should not feel the need to hide that from anyone. Be brave and know that what you’re doing is living, never stopping, never going back, there is no need to hesitate, even when if it might mean someone will get to know how you really feel.

You’re not in competition with anyone, and you can rest assured that being honest is not being rude. You already have a good grasp on speaking respectfully, someone may become upset, but that doesn’t mean you’re being mean or that what you want to say shouldn’t be said. You just have to realize that communication is at least a two way street, if not a four-way intersection. You can’t drive through the intersection and expect to get where you want without paying attention to the others on the road. You can be a defensive driver, and still get where you need to go, in time.

Futuristically Yours,
Flying High!

Oct 25 2011

Never Lose Hope

Dear Ms. Me,

I realize that you have hit a brick wall once again when it comes to your love life. I know it hurts like hell because you thought that by letting someone new in you’d be okay and you thought this person truly might see a future with you since they kept trying before to talk to you. So, I know it was a huge let down to find out that what you saw he did not see. I know you’re heartbroken again and I know your heart has been taking hit after hit not just for the last year but the last three years. It’s okay because you are one pretty damn tough cookie. Always remember your motto stick to the high road no matter what happens keep your head held high, if you have to, cry in privacy, do so but smile every chance you get. Keep love in your heart don’t ever let it turn to hate or bitterness because if you do then that’s what you’ll attract and frankly Ms. Me I don’t want to wake up one day to Mr. Bitter I’m in love with Mr. Right.

Just keep being your self Ms. Me, faults and all, you can’t be anyone else the way you can just be you. Yes you are changing and I know you miss some things about the old you but you’ll love ME, Mrs. Me that is. Why? Because I have learned so many lessons it has helped to shape me. All the heartache you went through pays off in the end I promise. Remember those books you’re going to write? Story lines have to come from somewhere why not use these things to better your future capitalize off your pain. I bet every male that ever screwed you over will feel pretty silly when they see you still made it. But that’s not even your motivation that’s what’s so special about you Ms. Me you really do have a kind heart and though you get kicked you still get back up and offer a glass of milk and a cookie to the very ones that kicked you. One day that kindness will pay off, one day someone will see that and not take advantage of it. One day will come soon enough.

How did you learn patience? Through trials like these, pain always makes you think. You’ve always been a pretty good kid but you have a rebellious streak in you from time to time and you hit brick walls often but its okay those brick walls teach you they don’t break you they MAKE YOU! Better yet they make ME =). In the mean time you better start knocking out some more of that school work Ms. Me cause you still have a book to write next month.

With MUCH LOVE!

FY,

Mrs. Me

Aug 17 2011

Basket Of Love

I sent her some flowers yesterday with a note attached saying:

*Yelling through the microphone* to *bring you back*.

*Be like a gnat* and swarm around me again.

A bear name Harry is somewhere in that *cluttered room*.

He needs a hug.

Futuristically yours,

Har+new

Har+new??? Didn’t you mean Har-old? Oh, because of the play on words?

No, no, no, no, no.

More like OUT with the *OLD*, IN with the *NEW*.

Now “play” with those words.

FY,

Har+new

P.S. I’m still disappointed in you but couldn’t let that get in the way of helping you out. What you do now (present) does affect the later (future).

Jun 7 2011

The Most Important Thing In Life…Aren’t Things

Broken heart sewn back together

Broken heart sewn back together

Dear Har-old,

You knew the answer to that was people.

But it didn’t mean nothing to you yesterday.

Today. Today. Today.

Right now it has meaning, doesn’t it?

‘Era IS that person.

I know you’re in pain, hurt. But she didn’t do this to you. Har-old, you did this to yourself.

Get out of your own way. The most difficult thing you will ever do is master self.

Dry your eyes.

You have to do EVERYTHING in your power to NOT lose her.

Which will happen as long as the minus sign is in your name.

Remember Napoleon Hill’s secretary story? All except one promoted themselves to better jobs elsewhere. And he married the one he didn’t want to lose.

That’s going the extra mile.

You have to do EVERYTHING in your power to NOT lose her.

And that’s including doing something you don’t want to do.

You come first until the new habits become second nature. Practice +new.

That minus sign will subtract important people out of your life.

I talk to you like you another person but that’s because you ARE.

I can NOT believe I use to be you. I really can’t. It’s shocking.

Har-old, you have the power. Use it or lose it.

EVERYTHING in your power to NOT lose her.

Futuristically yours,

Har+new

May 19 2011

Lead Me Not Into Temptation…

Dear Trista,

Give up on old crushes-A crush is just a crush.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Embrace it as hormones and chaotic thinking patterns.

In order to be successful in life, you just give up on some things. This being one of them.

Say your goodbyes. Hello new goals. Better focus.

Futuristically yours,

Tris-Transformation