Ana and I are gonna get married!

[Ana Banana]

so.... this place gets more and more crazy every day

You wouldn't have it any other way

 

[Devious]

:undecide:

But I werent planning to take the bride or seduce her or anything of that kind.

:devious:

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so.... this place gets more and more crazy every day

btw Kate, I proposed to you once on PS3, but you didnt take me serious. you broke my heart.


:alone:

 

[Kato]

hahaha oh guys i'm just never around anymore & when i do pop on there's always something funny or random to make me laugh..

glad you boys are looking after ana though XD

& devious i'm sorry bro, don't be hatin'

 

[DIN011]

Katie's back?


Sup girl...how you livin'?

 

[Kato]

haha, don't call it a comeback... somethin' like that.

I'm good bro, just a busy year with university, looking forward to next year when I can have the year off to travel & enjoy

How's it going bro?

I sure missed all this hilarity

 

[Batman]

Katie's back?


Sup girl...how you livin'?

Look, our forever alone is trying..

 

[DIN011]

Look, our forever alone is trying..

You know...there's a saying called "trying can only get you so far".


Well, the same thing can be said about fapping.

 

[Pharaoh]

Why is this being necro'd

 

[Kato]

So.... what happened to the wedding? XD

 

[Visca]

I remember this thread.. pretty sure Ana left him at the altar.

 

[Pajo]

... And Martijn whispered, fuck barca!

 

[Native]

It was a bright, sunny day on the 31st of February, 2012... back then I looked at it as the best day of my life.

The day of our wedding.

I was dressed like a pimp but that's the way she wanted it; on the contrary however, Ana's dress was nothing like I had suggested. It was red and blue. I was standing at that altar and I was waiting for her to show up. When she came on in that hideous dress, she was loudly whispering "Lindsay! Lindsay! Look! *giggles*" to some woman trying to hide herself behind a FC Barcelona scarf, sitting in a seat in the far corner of the room. That's when I thought things were starting to get suspicious.

However, we went on with the ceremony and I tried to believe that I was not being fooled with. I think I just didn't WANT to believe such a thing. I just went through the whole thing, said yes, and so did Ana to my surprise. Though that doesn't necessarily mean that our marriage had a fortunate continuation. Ana started to claim that she liked women, and at first I said "Oh dear, but that's awesome! Great! We can do great things with that!" but not much later she stated that she doesn't like men at all.

I was shattered in disbelief.

She told me that the woman she was whispering to during the ceremony was Visca, and that the whole thing was a set-up job, a plan originally started by Visca herself to destroy me and my image as the biggest hater of her club. Being that, she obviously hated me to death, and wanted to get rid of me. That's why she had me marry someone in a FC Barcelona coloured dress. She needed that to take as many pictures as she could, pictures of me at the altar with the goddamn Barcelona colours, spreading them all over the internet saying "Breaking news! Martijn in love with Barca!".

As soon as I found this out, I decided that I had to leave the country. Rightfully so, as the first crowds of disappointed, angry Barcelona haters started to form in front of our house. Windows were getting smashed, they were trying to get the door kicked in. They were on to Ana as well so I still had to protect her. I don't understand why I did that, instead of just leaving her behind, to her fate for betraying me. We went to a motel for the night, where I started to do all kinds of stupid things myself. I destroyed everything in our room in anger. Cracked the phone when they told me how long I was gonna have to wait for divorce papers, and what kinda shit was going to come with it... and when I got to our luggage, and noticed that the last things Ana had packed in the few moments she had to do so before we fled our home were FC Barcelona bikini's and thong... I asked her to put them on before I went on to destroy them. We had one final last stand that night, as the only way I felt I was gonna take my revenge was by literally fucking Barca... and I surely managed to strike back during that very moment...

Because not only did I rape Barca... I also... yes... you're right... I got her pregnant. I did.:boogy:

The morning after, I took the dirty bikini's and thong, and sent them to Visca via mail, after I got Ana as far as to tell me her address. I sent them along with a letter saying: "FC Barcelona sleeps with the fishes."

Visca of course kept it quiet but I took pictures before I sent it away, spreading them around the internet, telling people the true story... And my status as fierce Barcelona hater was soon back to its old state. Their evil plan had failed.

I divorced Ana, laughed at her being appointed to raise the kid... went home, thinking "everything went better than expected." I have no idea how Ana or my kid (I don't even know the gender) are doing. I hope she hates it.

Our marriage lasted for 2 days, 13 hours and 46 minutes.

 

[German_Interista]

Best story ever

 

[Visca]

ok

 

[Native]

^

And now dat mob is trying it with that new sig. No one will fall for your tricks, Visca! :fero:

Bring it on! :boxing:

 

[Kato]

Cool story bro :notbad:

 

[Pimpin]

It was a bright, sunny day on the 31st of February, 2012... back then I looked at it as the best day of my life.

The day of our wedding.

I was dressed like a pimp but that's the way she wanted it; on the contrary however, Ana's dress was nothing like I had suggested. It was red and blue. I was standing at that altar and I was waiting for her to show up. When she came on in that hideous dress, she was loudly whispering "Lindsay! Lindsay! Look! *giggles*" to some woman trying to hide herself behind a FC Barcelona scarf, sitting in a seat in the far corner of the room. That's when I thought things were starting to get suspicious.

However, we went on with the ceremony and I tried to believe that I was not being fooled with. I think I just didn't WANT to believe such a thing. I just went through the whole thing, said yes, and so did Ana to my surprise. Though that doesn't necessarily mean that our marriage had a fortunate continuation. Ana started to claim that she liked women, and at first I said "Oh dear, but that's awesome! Great! We can do great things with that!" but not much later she stated that she doesn't like men at all.

I was shattered in disbelief.

She told me that the woman she was whispering to during the ceremony was Visca, and that the whole thing was a set-up job, a plan originally started by Visca herself to destroy me and my image as the biggest hater of her club. Being that, she obviously hated me to death, and wanted to get rid of me. That's why she had me marry someone in a FC Barcelona coloured dress. She needed that to take as many pictures as she could, pictures of me at the altar with the goddamn Barcelona colours, spreading them all over the internet saying "Breaking news! Martijn in love with Barca!".

As soon as I found this out, I decided that I had to leave the country. Rightfully so, as the first crowds of disappointed, angry Barcelona haters started to form in front of our house. Windows were getting smashed, they were trying to get the door kicked in. They were on to Ana as well so I still had to protect her. I don't understand why I did that, instead of just leaving her behind, to her fate for betraying me. We went to a motel for the night, where I started to do all kinds of stupid things myself. I destroyed everything in our room in anger. Cracked the phone when they told me how long I was gonna have to wait for divorce papers, and what kinda shit was going to come with it... and when I got to our luggage, and noticed that the last things Ana had packed in the few moments she had to do so before we fled our home were FC Barcelona bikini's and thong... I asked her to put them on before I went on to destroy them. We had one final last stand that night, as the only way I felt I was gonna take my revenge was by literally fucking Barca... and I surely managed to strike back during that very moment...

Because not only did I rape Barca... I also... yes... you're right... I got her pregnant. I did.:boogy:

The morning after, I took the dirty bikini's and thong, and sent them to Visca via mail, after I got Ana as far as to tell me her address. I sent them along with a letter saying: "FC Barcelona sleeps with the fishes."

Visca of course kept it quiet but I took pictures before I sent it away, spreading them around the internet, telling people the true story... And my status as fierce Barcelona hater was soon back to its old state. Their evil plan had failed.

I divorced Ana, laughed at her being appointed to raise the kid... went home, thinking "everything went better than expected." I have no idea how Ana or my kid (I don't even know the gender) are doing. I hope she hates it.

Our marriage lasted for 2 days, 13 hours and 46 minutes.

I just got the weirdest boner reading that raping barca and shit:megusta:

 

[Fapuccino]

you guys have too much time on your hands

 

[Devious]

you guys have too much time on your hands

I bet you have plenty of sperms on yours :awwwyeah:

 

[Pharaoh]

I bet you have plenty of sperms on yours :awwwyeah:

:awwwyeah: shit on son lmfao