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I was talking about this in chat but I decided to post it so everybody can know about the local legend "Corey the Crusher"
I'm not gonna into too much detail but here is a list of why he my own personal horrowcow
- Works in the hospital food service. Used to eat food that came down from the patients trays and from the garabage because he didn't want it going to waste. Was moved out of that area to the Pots and Pans area.
- Said how it's ok for you to think about fucking your cat and your mom.
- Talked about how he would like to go the maternity ward and eat the after birth for "nutritional" value
-Possibly fingered an under age girl at party he supplied all the liquor for. Keep in mind he was 21 at the time while everyone was all underage.
-Tard raged so hard he shoved someone -through- a Barnes and Noble window. Thats how he got his nickname
- Believes in the nice guy stuff and is constantly being used by girls to get stuff. At one point he almost became legit broke because of it. Anything for that sweet china.
- Someone once said they stayed at his house and found him trying to fist himself on the couch. they left shortly after.
- Has a hard on for his mother and sister.
- Has stolen his parents cars at various points to drive his gal pals around hoping to get that sweet china.
- Constantly says he wont do any more favors for people and a few hours later, ends up doing favors for people.
- Will buy you drugs if you ask him too and give him the money because he wants to be liked
- Dated a 14 year old for sex in trade for rides and alcohol.
I think there is more but I can't think of it. This is the most notable stuff I remember about him
I'm not gonna into too much detail but here is a list of why he my own personal horrowcow
- Works in the hospital food service. Used to eat food that came down from the patients trays and from the garabage because he didn't want it going to waste. Was moved out of that area to the Pots and Pans area.
- Said how it's ok for you to think about fucking your cat and your mom.
- Talked about how he would like to go the maternity ward and eat the after birth for "nutritional" value
-Possibly fingered an under age girl at party he supplied all the liquor for. Keep in mind he was 21 at the time while everyone was all underage.
-Tard raged so hard he shoved someone -through- a Barnes and Noble window. Thats how he got his nickname
- Believes in the nice guy stuff and is constantly being used by girls to get stuff. At one point he almost became legit broke because of it. Anything for that sweet china.
- Someone once said they stayed at his house and found him trying to fist himself on the couch. they left shortly after.
- Has a hard on for his mother and sister.
- Has stolen his parents cars at various points to drive his gal pals around hoping to get that sweet china.
- Constantly says he wont do any more favors for people and a few hours later, ends up doing favors for people.
- Will buy you drugs if you ask him too and give him the money because he wants to be liked
- Dated a 14 year old for sex in trade for rides and alcohol.
I think there is more but I can't think of it. This is the most notable stuff I remember about him
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Please tell me he was also underage at the time.
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Nope. He was 22 or 23.
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Okay, Fat Napoleon Dynamite.
During my first year in college a roommate introduced me to Magic: The Gathering, a game I would still play if I lived in a city with some organized play. My roommate and I set up a MTG night in the residence commons. Nothing really big, just an invite to come play or learn to play for an hour. The fact that the commons had some great, cheap food really helped. We ended up with a couple of players but had fun, eating wings and playing cards. Usually having tagteam matches or three-way battles.
Then one week this guy shows up. He's overweight, has glasses, and speaks really slow. To top it off, his hair was kinda frizzy. Not sure if it was a perm or from lack of care. This was Fat Napoleon Dynamite.
So anyway, he shows up with a stack of Magic cards. Not a deck, mind you, just a stack of cards he got cheap. He asks us if he could use them. So, we look them over and explain that he doesn't have a deck, just a pile of cards. I think that first week one of us lent him a deck in order to teach him how to play.
The following week, he comes back. He had went to the local card shop and got a whole bunch of Black mana and spells. No theme or central mechanics, he probably went with black because it looks cool. He really had no clue how to make a functioning deck and lost every game that night. Honestly, the only time I remember him winning a match was during a three-way where my other opponent and I were paid no mind to him until he played a spell that fucked us both over.
During these, he would start saying stuff like how Magic should have anime-styled cards. Now, I like anime and the other guy we were playing with liked anime, but try explaining to FND why this would be a bad idea. And then we found out about his taste in anime, what I like to call the HMV variety. The big name stuff like Naruto and Bleach, only stuff that's been dubbed into English. Guy can't read subtitles. Nothing wrong with that, except he would try to bring up his shows despite us not caring.
FND also only had one deck. Now, before you start with "maybe he couldn't afford to have another deck," check this. He bought this metal life counter right when he started playing. Real fancy, real expensive. The more experienced players commented on it. Considering everyone else used D20s, his stood out. And here's the thing about playing against someone with only one deck, it gets repetitive really fast. The last week he did bring a new deck though, and only the new deck.
Living on residence you see some people around, especially at the commons because of food, laundry, the computer lab or pool/ping pong. FND found me once while I was doing laundry and started talking to me. He wanted to know if there were zombie-type cards, so I decided to play nice and said yes. I was tinkering with a zombie deck at the time, so I got it and explained the mechanics. I'm teaching this guy how it works. Then all of a sudden he starts bringing up how zombies couldn't work in real life and I have to explain how they function and some basic biology. Still doesn't get it, btw.
Next week, he brings a zombie deck using the mechanics I taught him. Despite this, he still wasn't winning. So he wanted me to check out the local card shop with him. I said we'll see, and because I was busy that weekend he got mad. It's not like he came to get me or we had a scheduled meetup.
Towards the end of the year, people got busy and couldn't show. That and no one liked this guy. Our last MTG night was just me and FND playing one match before calling it quits. This guy, he sucked all the fun out it.
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Reminds me of this sperg who we played Pathfinder with and got really mad when we explained to him why it was a complete waste of feats to create a character who dual wielded katanas.
He later created a character whose background story was that he was looking for a character he had ran in a previous campaign even though it was set in a completely different country. Like that was it, his entire background... and I'm over here writing a freakin essay about mine.
He later created a character whose background story was that he was looking for a character he had ran in a previous campaign even though it was set in a completely different country. Like that was it, his entire background... and I'm over here writing a freakin essay about mine.
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A lot of stuff in this thread makes me laugh, but also is a reminder of some of the more terrible choices I've made in life.
I mentioned in the coping thread that I lived with an emotionally abusive ex-boyfriend that barred me from having a social life or a job because he was worried I'd realize there are far better men out there. That's only a small part of the awful shit storm.
I met him off OkCupid, at a particularly vulnerable time in my life where I was desperate to get out of my folks house. What got me initially interested was his deep interest in classical literature, and the fact he was a decent philosophical conversationalist at first.
We bonded over the summer after my high school graduation, towards the end of the summer, I expressed concern that because of my mom and stepfather living in a rural area, I was not sure how I would be able to attend college. He suggested that I come live with him and his mother, so that I could go to the community college within walking distance of him. I jumped on the chance.
Things went downhill fast. First, I learned he and his brother that I shared living space with also were incredibly huge racists. My ex seemed to be more of it was an impression left by his family, but the brother was legitimately racist as fuck and many arguments were had over this point.
Then, it became obvious that my ex was not interested in real employment. He wanted to sit around all day writing shit that was clearly ripping off James Joyce and other notable literary figures. He was convinced that this endeavor would become successful and one day he would be rich off of book royalties. Unfortunately, much of his shit did not make sense, and when I would point this out he was mostly offended and insisted it was just "deep and thoughtful" and that I didn't get it.
So while I went to school, he would be sitting on his ass all day writing superfluous, "philosophical" bullshit that only made sense to him. He also often lurked on this MSN chat that he and his brother had been on for years, it was a bunch of internet spergs that sat around making racist jokes all day and insulting one another for "entertainment."
In particular, one of these MSN spergs was a huge jackass that at one point ended up finding my art gallery because my ex unwisely linked to it, and because my ex had mentioned my facebook, the jackass was able to doxx me by putting my real name and a piece of artwork on a YTMND page. It took about two days for my ex to convince him to take it down, and despite this my ex still would not stop conversing with them and go out to make real friends.
I ended up snooping on some old files of his, and found out he used to frequent Stormfront, a notoriously racist neo-nazi website. As a matter of fact, his father also frequented Stormfront, and had gotten banned because he had gotten together with a Mexican immigrant after his separation with his wife, and had a child with her.
Through more snooping, I came to find... gay porn. Lots and lots and lots of gay porn. Hilariously, a lot of this was black dudes dominating white dudes, despite my ex's claim that he "didn't find black people attractive."
I confronted him with the gay porn issue, and he denied vehemently being homosexual. He was at this point fucking me rarely, if ever, which made me skeptical of his denial. However, he stated he was Bi, and he would like to experiment with a guy at some point. Despite this, I was not allowed to have male or lesbian friends, and because of his jealousy and suspicion, I had been alienated from my lesbian friend I had known since elementary school.
Towards the end of the relationship, I got to meet and get to know his super dickish father. The man was critical, domineering, unreasonable, racist, bigoted, and always had to be right. He stated such gems as "It's been proven black people have a lower IQ and it must be genetic" upon learning I had dated a mixed race fellow in the past, and "Homosexuals are legitimately mentally ill individuals that molest children and should be executed" when I mentioned having two homosexual siblings.
He took us all out on a 3 month long road trip and camping excursion. No matter how bad the weather was, or if we ran out of water, or were getting low on food, the man refused to pay for any lodging. At one point, we ended up in Utah because his family had offered up their time share for a couple weeks. We ended up sneaking out at 4 am the next morning because he "didn't want to see the family and they are annoying."
Despite that, I consider the whole road trip one of the more interesting and fun experiences in my life. The really shitty part was the end of the trip. We ended the trip by going up to their apartment on Bainbridge Island, Washington state, which was a small island off the bay near Seattle. During this, his father would wake us up at 6 am, restrict any computer time, and verbally abuse me by calling me fat and going off on rants about how fat people were terrible and costing the tax payers too much money with welfare and healthcare costs.
He also made us throw away tons of the canned food we had for the camping trip instead of giving it away to a food drive, because he believed poor people shouldn't be given help and should "pull themselves up by the bootstraps."
It was during this that I ended up slapping my ex out of frustration and anger. I'm not proud of it, but I had reached my limit. I had taken him outside during an argument about interracial relationships, and I tried to calmly explain that I had personally experienced racism and bigotry in a previous relationship, that it wasn't fair, and that all people are the same. The point I slapped him was when his only response to this was, "Well, maybe they shouldn't be in relationships then and the discrimination is just a response to what is unnatural" or something to that effect.
Needless to say, after that we avoided any conversation having to do with race.
After all that and we got back to our state, I decided I wanted to buy a sex toy to deal with the frustrations of not getting laid. His stipulations were that it not be bigger than him, and be reasonably like his own dick. I found a good candidate, it was about his size and girth, and it was jet black.
Oh no, he said, I couldn't get that. The color was off putting and he would not allow me to have a BLACK dildo. I tried to reason with him that this was ridiculous, and asked if he would forbid me a bright pink one or a neon green one, and he said no, just the jet black one put him off. I ended up ordering a kit to mold his dick into a fleshy colored dildo with a vibrator insert, but we never got around to it.
That would be because, thankfully, a week later my sister called me up and said, "Pack up your shit, I'm coming to get you and you're moving in with me." During the rescue mission my ex tried to plead with me and was really upset that I was leaving him, but I made it clear that this was over, for good. It wasn't a break, it wasn't a trial separation, I was sick of his shit and now that I had an out I was gone.
His mother never discouraged me leaving. Lovely woman that she was, she realized it was an abusive situation and wished me all the best in my future. I haven't mentioned her much until this point because she was one of the few amazing parts of that whole shitty experience. She was kind, generous, hard working, open minded, enjoyed the company of black people, and was in general the complete opposite of her unfortunate lolcow son that had been unfairly raised by her shitty ex.
In fact, anytime I've gone to visit my ex's place, it was actually to see his mother and see how she was doing. Surprisingly, my ex has gotten better somewhat, he's trying to get over his racism, but he's still hilariously denying that he is gayer than double rainbows. I don't see him online much anymore, and I really hope that he's gotten a job or something to occupy his sad, Lolcow spent time.
I mentioned in the coping thread that I lived with an emotionally abusive ex-boyfriend that barred me from having a social life or a job because he was worried I'd realize there are far better men out there. That's only a small part of the awful shit storm.
I met him off OkCupid, at a particularly vulnerable time in my life where I was desperate to get out of my folks house. What got me initially interested was his deep interest in classical literature, and the fact he was a decent philosophical conversationalist at first.
We bonded over the summer after my high school graduation, towards the end of the summer, I expressed concern that because of my mom and stepfather living in a rural area, I was not sure how I would be able to attend college. He suggested that I come live with him and his mother, so that I could go to the community college within walking distance of him. I jumped on the chance.
Things went downhill fast. First, I learned he and his brother that I shared living space with also were incredibly huge racists. My ex seemed to be more of it was an impression left by his family, but the brother was legitimately racist as fuck and many arguments were had over this point.
Then, it became obvious that my ex was not interested in real employment. He wanted to sit around all day writing shit that was clearly ripping off James Joyce and other notable literary figures. He was convinced that this endeavor would become successful and one day he would be rich off of book royalties. Unfortunately, much of his shit did not make sense, and when I would point this out he was mostly offended and insisted it was just "deep and thoughtful" and that I didn't get it.
So while I went to school, he would be sitting on his ass all day writing superfluous, "philosophical" bullshit that only made sense to him. He also often lurked on this MSN chat that he and his brother had been on for years, it was a bunch of internet spergs that sat around making racist jokes all day and insulting one another for "entertainment."
In particular, one of these MSN spergs was a huge jackass that at one point ended up finding my art gallery because my ex unwisely linked to it, and because my ex had mentioned my facebook, the jackass was able to doxx me by putting my real name and a piece of artwork on a YTMND page. It took about two days for my ex to convince him to take it down, and despite this my ex still would not stop conversing with them and go out to make real friends.
I ended up snooping on some old files of his, and found out he used to frequent Stormfront, a notoriously racist neo-nazi website. As a matter of fact, his father also frequented Stormfront, and had gotten banned because he had gotten together with a Mexican immigrant after his separation with his wife, and had a child with her.
Through more snooping, I came to find... gay porn. Lots and lots and lots of gay porn. Hilariously, a lot of this was black dudes dominating white dudes, despite my ex's claim that he "didn't find black people attractive."
I confronted him with the gay porn issue, and he denied vehemently being homosexual. He was at this point fucking me rarely, if ever, which made me skeptical of his denial. However, he stated he was Bi, and he would like to experiment with a guy at some point. Despite this, I was not allowed to have male or lesbian friends, and because of his jealousy and suspicion, I had been alienated from my lesbian friend I had known since elementary school.
Towards the end of the relationship, I got to meet and get to know his super dickish father. The man was critical, domineering, unreasonable, racist, bigoted, and always had to be right. He stated such gems as "It's been proven black people have a lower IQ and it must be genetic" upon learning I had dated a mixed race fellow in the past, and "Homosexuals are legitimately mentally ill individuals that molest children and should be executed" when I mentioned having two homosexual siblings.
He took us all out on a 3 month long road trip and camping excursion. No matter how bad the weather was, or if we ran out of water, or were getting low on food, the man refused to pay for any lodging. At one point, we ended up in Utah because his family had offered up their time share for a couple weeks. We ended up sneaking out at 4 am the next morning because he "didn't want to see the family and they are annoying."
Despite that, I consider the whole road trip one of the more interesting and fun experiences in my life. The really shitty part was the end of the trip. We ended the trip by going up to their apartment on Bainbridge Island, Washington state, which was a small island off the bay near Seattle. During this, his father would wake us up at 6 am, restrict any computer time, and verbally abuse me by calling me fat and going off on rants about how fat people were terrible and costing the tax payers too much money with welfare and healthcare costs.
He also made us throw away tons of the canned food we had for the camping trip instead of giving it away to a food drive, because he believed poor people shouldn't be given help and should "pull themselves up by the bootstraps."
It was during this that I ended up slapping my ex out of frustration and anger. I'm not proud of it, but I had reached my limit. I had taken him outside during an argument about interracial relationships, and I tried to calmly explain that I had personally experienced racism and bigotry in a previous relationship, that it wasn't fair, and that all people are the same. The point I slapped him was when his only response to this was, "Well, maybe they shouldn't be in relationships then and the discrimination is just a response to what is unnatural" or something to that effect.
Needless to say, after that we avoided any conversation having to do with race.
After all that and we got back to our state, I decided I wanted to buy a sex toy to deal with the frustrations of not getting laid. His stipulations were that it not be bigger than him, and be reasonably like his own dick. I found a good candidate, it was about his size and girth, and it was jet black.
Oh no, he said, I couldn't get that. The color was off putting and he would not allow me to have a BLACK dildo. I tried to reason with him that this was ridiculous, and asked if he would forbid me a bright pink one or a neon green one, and he said no, just the jet black one put him off. I ended up ordering a kit to mold his dick into a fleshy colored dildo with a vibrator insert, but we never got around to it.
That would be because, thankfully, a week later my sister called me up and said, "Pack up your shit, I'm coming to get you and you're moving in with me." During the rescue mission my ex tried to plead with me and was really upset that I was leaving him, but I made it clear that this was over, for good. It wasn't a break, it wasn't a trial separation, I was sick of his shit and now that I had an out I was gone.
His mother never discouraged me leaving. Lovely woman that she was, she realized it was an abusive situation and wished me all the best in my future. I haven't mentioned her much until this point because she was one of the few amazing parts of that whole shitty experience. She was kind, generous, hard working, open minded, enjoyed the company of black people, and was in general the complete opposite of her unfortunate lolcow son that had been unfairly raised by her shitty ex.
In fact, anytime I've gone to visit my ex's place, it was actually to see his mother and see how she was doing. Surprisingly, my ex has gotten better somewhat, he's trying to get over his racism, but he's still hilariously denying that he is gayer than double rainbows. I don't see him online much anymore, and I really hope that he's gotten a job or something to occupy his sad, Lolcow spent time.
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I don't know how you put up with that for so long, seriously the Dad alone would have made me nope out of the whole situation as soon as I possibly could.
Let alone the whole not gay thing AND finding his porn stash....
I am so glad your out of that and doing better now.
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Well, I had wanted out for a long time, but since he wouldn't allow me to get a job, it was rather difficult. The only reason I got out of that is because my sister was good enough to realize this and rescue me.
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Well your doing better that's the main thing
and good on your sister for picking up on the signs of you wanting out.
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Here's a good one:
I used to live like, two blocks away from where @CatParty currently lives in Brooklyn. I lived in a shitty overpriced loft where I'd pay $800 a month for the privilege of having a room so small that I could not stand up in it and had to climb up a ladder to get into my room, which I would occasionally fall off while drunkenly climbing them. I had five other roommates, which is a pain in the ass enough, but downright miserable considering one of them was an oogle.
Where do I begin? We went to the same college, but he flunked out because he never went to class and instead preferred to get stoned all the time (nothing wrong with that, but when you choose it over going to class then you have a problem). His hygeine was legendary when he lived in the dorms (of course, I never heard about this before moving in... only until I asked people if he knew them) because you could smell his dorm room as soon as you got off the elevator on his floor. He would bring in garbage and junk that he dumpstered and dumped it off in the common area. He would get in the way of us while cleaning and yell at us for throwing his garbage out. He was hospitalized for getting an infection due to lack of hygiene. Bragged about his sexual exploits with underaged runaways from the midwest. I came from the bar with some friends over to smoke down and have a good time, and we walked in on him banging some 16 year old girl on the couch, so we decided to go to the rooftop instead. He hung out with a bunch of other oogles that lived in "Surreal Estate", a famous party venue. Despite being two blocks away, he would let them crash at our house because it was substantially less filthy. Whenever they would come over, it was like the scene from "A Christmas Story" when the pack of dogs ran in, ate the turkey, and ran out after trashing the house. They would eat my food, spit on the floor, leave hypodermic needles in the bathroom after shooting up heroin, put cigarettes out on the floor instead of the ash tray, and leave my video games outside of the cases on the floor. The apartment was in such bad shape that my then-girlfriend refused to come over because it was so disgusting.
He have very rich parents. He was from the Hamptons, and they would give him a thousand dollars a month (on top of his rent), and he did his best to hide it because he glamorized poverty and was ashamed of having rich parents. You would think, with all that money, he would have not have had to ask me and my roommates for money, but lo and behold he would. He would also panhandle for money by going out to Manhattan, hiding his shoes, and holding a sign that said "need money for a pair of shoes." He would hand wash his clothing in the sink and use up our hand soap in the process. He would then dry his clothing on a frying pan on the stove, which resulted him in nearly setting our apartment on fire on multiple occasions because he would get high and forget about it. He had a cat that he neglected, and I once heard him say "oh, he's being an asshole and howling because I haven't fed him in a couple days." He would have this GOD DAMN SPACE HEATER that he kept running in his room when he wasn't there that would rack up the power bill and he threatened me with a knife because I kept turning it off. I once heard him tell someone that "money is an illusion to make you happy" and then ten minutes later, call up his parents to ask for more money.
The worst feature of him was his music taste. He would only listen to "Doom Metal" and would do shit like unplug my computer from the speakers and plug his ipod in to blast doom metal (Not even good stuff like Electric Wizard, but random bands he found of Myspace). He didn't give a fuck what time of day it was. Once, after a party and we were all drunkenly passing out at FIVE IN THE MORNING he started blasting it because he probably stole some of my adderall. If any of you have gone to a liberal arts college where you have to write around 150 pages worth of papers during finals know, there are very few times when you can sleep, and it's a premium. After not sleeping for two days, I decided to come home to sleep around 4pm and as soon as my head hit the pillow, the doom metal started. I asked if he could put headphones on, and he obliged long enough until I had fallen asleep when he FUCKING STARTED IT UP AGAIN and woke me up. Must be easy when you don't have any school/work obligations.
It eventually got to the point where since I wasn't on the lease and neither was he, I told my roommates to kick him out or else I was leaving. Sadly, even though they hated him, the ones on the lease were vegan social justice warriors and (in their own words) "didn't have the heart to kick him out". I moved out and in with my friend who was such a massive drunk that he would later burn down the apartment on accident. Despite burning down my apartment, I'd rather live with him than the oogle if given the choice. It eventually got to the point where none of the former roommates would even talk to him and one of them threatened to beat his ass with a baseball bat if he brought any of his rotter friends over.
I'm not a psychologist, so I can't diagnose him other than being a super spoiled only child who always had his way and was never told "no" by his parents growing up.
I used to live like, two blocks away from where @CatParty currently lives in Brooklyn. I lived in a shitty overpriced loft where I'd pay $800 a month for the privilege of having a room so small that I could not stand up in it and had to climb up a ladder to get into my room, which I would occasionally fall off while drunkenly climbing them. I had five other roommates, which is a pain in the ass enough, but downright miserable considering one of them was an oogle.
Where do I begin? We went to the same college, but he flunked out because he never went to class and instead preferred to get stoned all the time (nothing wrong with that, but when you choose it over going to class then you have a problem). His hygeine was legendary when he lived in the dorms (of course, I never heard about this before moving in... only until I asked people if he knew them) because you could smell his dorm room as soon as you got off the elevator on his floor. He would bring in garbage and junk that he dumpstered and dumped it off in the common area. He would get in the way of us while cleaning and yell at us for throwing his garbage out. He was hospitalized for getting an infection due to lack of hygiene. Bragged about his sexual exploits with underaged runaways from the midwest. I came from the bar with some friends over to smoke down and have a good time, and we walked in on him banging some 16 year old girl on the couch, so we decided to go to the rooftop instead. He hung out with a bunch of other oogles that lived in "Surreal Estate", a famous party venue. Despite being two blocks away, he would let them crash at our house because it was substantially less filthy. Whenever they would come over, it was like the scene from "A Christmas Story" when the pack of dogs ran in, ate the turkey, and ran out after trashing the house. They would eat my food, spit on the floor, leave hypodermic needles in the bathroom after shooting up heroin, put cigarettes out on the floor instead of the ash tray, and leave my video games outside of the cases on the floor. The apartment was in such bad shape that my then-girlfriend refused to come over because it was so disgusting.
He have very rich parents. He was from the Hamptons, and they would give him a thousand dollars a month (on top of his rent), and he did his best to hide it because he glamorized poverty and was ashamed of having rich parents. You would think, with all that money, he would have not have had to ask me and my roommates for money, but lo and behold he would. He would also panhandle for money by going out to Manhattan, hiding his shoes, and holding a sign that said "need money for a pair of shoes." He would hand wash his clothing in the sink and use up our hand soap in the process. He would then dry his clothing on a frying pan on the stove, which resulted him in nearly setting our apartment on fire on multiple occasions because he would get high and forget about it. He had a cat that he neglected, and I once heard him say "oh, he's being an asshole and howling because I haven't fed him in a couple days." He would have this GOD DAMN SPACE HEATER that he kept running in his room when he wasn't there that would rack up the power bill and he threatened me with a knife because I kept turning it off. I once heard him tell someone that "money is an illusion to make you happy" and then ten minutes later, call up his parents to ask for more money.
The worst feature of him was his music taste. He would only listen to "Doom Metal" and would do shit like unplug my computer from the speakers and plug his ipod in to blast doom metal (Not even good stuff like Electric Wizard, but random bands he found of Myspace). He didn't give a fuck what time of day it was. Once, after a party and we were all drunkenly passing out at FIVE IN THE MORNING he started blasting it because he probably stole some of my adderall. If any of you have gone to a liberal arts college where you have to write around 150 pages worth of papers during finals know, there are very few times when you can sleep, and it's a premium. After not sleeping for two days, I decided to come home to sleep around 4pm and as soon as my head hit the pillow, the doom metal started. I asked if he could put headphones on, and he obliged long enough until I had fallen asleep when he FUCKING STARTED IT UP AGAIN and woke me up. Must be easy when you don't have any school/work obligations.
It eventually got to the point where since I wasn't on the lease and neither was he, I told my roommates to kick him out or else I was leaving. Sadly, even though they hated him, the ones on the lease were vegan social justice warriors and (in their own words) "didn't have the heart to kick him out". I moved out and in with my friend who was such a massive drunk that he would later burn down the apartment on accident. Despite burning down my apartment, I'd rather live with him than the oogle if given the choice. It eventually got to the point where none of the former roommates would even talk to him and one of them threatened to beat his ass with a baseball bat if he brought any of his rotter friends over.
I'm not a psychologist, so I can't diagnose him other than being a super spoiled only child who always had his way and was never told "no" by his parents growing up.
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Another Lol moment from a guy I dated once in the form of me explaining to him why he is being pants on head retarded:
"why do you think I'm stupid?"
"Well, let's see... you teased me for months with 'I want to start a family with you someday' and then dumped me over bullshit in 3 days after I agreed to try; because you went to a party and realized you wanted to make out with other girls that MIGHT be more into gamer lifestyle. Now you're going out with a retarded "GAMER GRL" that is probably going to turn out to be about as psychotic as your other ex because it sounds like you don't know her very well beyond 'oh cool we like the same video games'"
"why do you think I'm stupid?"
"Well, let's see... you teased me for months with 'I want to start a family with you someday' and then dumped me over bullshit in 3 days after I agreed to try; because you went to a party and realized you wanted to make out with other girls that MIGHT be more into gamer lifestyle. Now you're going out with a retarded "GAMER GRL" that is probably going to turn out to be about as psychotic as your other ex because it sounds like you don't know her very well beyond 'oh cool we like the same video games'"
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Dude, that is immensely creepy. I would have been so weirded out if anyone, let alone an "other" who's supposed to be significant, started trying to police what sex toys I used. Whoa.
How did this situation end?
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He has yet to respond but judging on previous encounters he is going to emo about how he's "Terrible" and "Sorry" and "deserves it" in a rather insincere manner. And then 3 months later message me about how much he "misses" me when new girlfriend turns out to be crazy or incompatible because he's a dumbass that can't base his dating criteria on anything more than "she should really like video games and make a lifestyle out of it."
A few years back, I was a small-time figure in the Pokemon ROM hack scene on YouTube. I was friends with some of the bigger names and we all collaborated in one way or another within each videos. A friend of mine and I eventually began to troll this guy who was a fan of our works. This guy was like one of those lolcow's who makes multiple accounts and they were supposedly his relatives. This trolling probably went on for 2-3 years and eventually it got to the point where a few more of the people in my circle became involved and we just decided to piss off this guy and make ridiculous things to piss the guy off. We would hack his accounts (which was literally guessing his passwords because he was that dumb) and pile on proof he was just creating sockpuppets as relatives to fight his battles.
I tried finding out what the guy is up to now but he seems to either move on to another account or probably grew up and realized how retarded he was.
I tried finding out what the guy is up to now but he seems to either move on to another account or probably grew up and realized how retarded he was.
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Sorry for the unsolicited advice, he sounds like a lot of guys that my friends and myself have encountered. Stay away from him. He'll always love you more that way than he will if you're actually in a relationship together. AND if he has no dignity, he'll actually message you about how you haunt his dreams and how he "judges" girls on a scale from 1 to you. That's what happens to people who can only love others when they can't "have" them.
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Does this person happen to be a fairly known poster on EDF?
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I've been past the fact that I'm definitely better off without being in a relationship with him. Though I'd be lying if I denied that there's some bitterness. Pretty much the only reason I've stayed in contact with him is because he'll go off and claim he's suicidal and shit like that, and I'm the only one he'll try to admit those feelings to. :/
I'd like to be happy that he found someone worth being with, but he picks out dumbass after dumbass and it's gotten to the point its only good to hear for a cheap chuckle and "Oh gee, wonder how long THIS one will last..." Hence, personal lolcow at this point.
no but something tells me they would get along in a legendary wayWas he this guy?
