Whorror Stories - from Happy Hour- Part I and II (copied from Beta Site)

(note: as you may know we're rebooting our beta site, I'm copying over Happy Hour's Whorror Stories from the beta site as it will be lost on that site after the reboot - regret the formatting was lost)

Gentlemen, welcome to Happy Hour's Whorror Show. In this tale I will show you that even bad boy thugs cry like a bitch for their girlfriends when they are manipulated by them.

Chapter 1: Scotch, Sex and Stitches.

Just this past boxing day I drove to a liquor store with my good buddy. We'll call him Darren. We bought a bottle of Glenfiddich 12 year scotch. Happy has good taste. We also purchased a bottle of cheap Canadian rye.

This chick, let's call her Leanne, has her two cousins at her apartment and she's cooking up a dinner, yum. I drank with Leanne several times during the past year and we banged a lot but not anymore. So she tells me to come over and bring Darren.

We get there and these girls are sitting on the couches being all loud and shit and ignoring this mangina guy sitting there. He had been chasing one of these cousins, but these girls are not ladies and he has no idea why he's really there. These girls LOOK good. But, they are loud, they drink and they start fights. He gets frustrated and starts nagging the girl he had been chasing.
RED PILL: She brushes him off, makes him give her $100 so she and the girls can order food and buy smokes later and then tells him to get the fuck out. No shit. I ask her if they know him and she says "no, we met him in the hallway and made him tag along to spend his money". This bish had no issue with telling me that. I shrugged and opened the scotch and poured for me and Darren.

RED PILL: the day before, Leanne had told me on fuckbook about how one of these two cousins that were there had just been sliced up bad with a knife by her thug boyfriend and she left him and he's sitting in remand jail. Sure enough, this chick is there on the couch and she has fucking staples going up the entire length of the isnide of her upper harm. She also has fresh stitches across the side of her neck, and a small one on her cheek. She also has "Only God Can Judge Me" tattooed accross her tits. Leanne told me I'm here basically because she showed this chick my FB pics and she wanted to fuck me. RED PILL: but then Leanne said she changed her mind and didn't want her little cousin to fuck me because it would make her jealous! So that's why she told me to bring Darren! hahaha!

So, this chick sits on my bro's lap and they start talking and making out. Hehe, Darren don't give a shit. But of course at the same time she's also texting a buch of other dudes, as well as taking a call from her ex boyfriend in the correctional who just cut her up! I can here the guy on the phone. He is begging her not to fuck anyone while he's in the correctional. She says she will think about taking him back later but right now can't promise she won't fuck someone. I can actually hear that poor thug sobbing and crying! For fucks sake man!

Now, hear this. Listen. This other guy she has been playing along is on the phone with her and he actually thinks he is this thug-chick's new, fully fledged, white knight boyfriend. He knows she's here with her cousins and she's telling him "no baby there's not even any other guys here, and I wouldn't do that anyway. I ain't no fucking ho, babe!" WHILE SHE IS SITTING ON MY BROS LAP SUCKING HIS NECK WITH HER STICKY LITTLE HAND DOWN HIS PANTS! DID YOU READ THAT LURKERS!!! Are YOU the new white knight boyfriend who just met a girl who's ex just beat her up and now you gonna defend a ho? Is that you? Because now you're damsel in distress just got off the couch and went into the bathroom with Darren to suck my bro's balls effing dry!!! 

Pay attention! This..gets...worse! So we all get drunk, my bro gets a BJ from someone's "girlfriend" who must have fantastic multitasking skills as he told me she texted while she sucked, Leanne cooks dinner, I make out with her other cousin and then we eat. Now, after dinner me and Darren got plans to go to the casino then bar hopping.

RED PILL: On our way out another dude is just showing up to see Leanna's cousin, the same one who just blew my buddy in the bathroom, the same one who just talked to her ex on the phone in jail and talked to her new white knight on the phone. He's here to bang her in the bedroom and leave shortly after as well.

Hamster ALERT: as i leave Leanna chases after me down the hall and makes me promise to come back, as I've not fucked her tonight. I tell her I'll inbox her on fuck book and go to the casino, bar hop, get drunk and went home to lurk on mgtow forums.

So, think because your girl tells you on the phone that she's behaving and she loves you baby so much that she ain't at the front of a ho train in a dirty bathroom taking it from a bunch of dudes with neck tattoos? Do you still think that bad boy thugs are immune to being cheated on, played and break down crying on the phone like little girls!? Think again my friends. All...Woman...Are...Like...THAT!

I hoped you enjoyed reading this as much as I did living it, friends. Stay tuned for Chapter 2.

Welcome to Happy Hour's Whorror Show. In this tale we will observe what happens when you're in a relationship with a girl you love but you gotta be apart for awhile.
I hope you're sitting down for this one...

Chapter 2, The Shore House

Have you got a girl who you've been with for awhile? Full relationship, live together, maybe kids? How long have
you been together and how much time does that mean you guys could be apart from each other before being unfaithful, or
even just drifting away? If you've been with your girl for 6 months, 2 years, 4 years, how much time does this buy your
relationship during a setback of any kind where you may be having problems or even just have to travel away for some reason
like business or family? In this chapter you will all read that the answer is NONE. You get NO grace time in your
relationship. The very second you and her are apart, it is open season, gentlemen! She is on the meat
market and it doesn't matter worth two shit squirts who you are or what kind of man you are. It is completely irrelevant
whether you are red or blue pill, bad boy or nice guy, because from this second on she will now do whatever the fuck she
wants. And the reason why it doesn't matter what kind of guy you are, bad or nice, handsome or ugly, buff or skinny, is
because you are NOT THERE ANYWAY. You are not the alpha fuck or the beta buck, you are simply absent! Got it?!

Further, because All Women Are Like That, it matters even LESS what kind of girl she is. Buddy it don't matter if she's a true
blue gang bang veteren, or the girl next door with normal-ass loving family shit and she really has only had one or two
boyfriends in her lifetime. It don't matter now because the bad girl and the sweet girl are now going to behave exactly the same in your
absence!

Two summers ago I broke up with a girlfriend (story on her later) and had no plans for the summer. A buddy of mine,
we'll call him Billy, convinced me to spend the summer in a small city where there's lots of partiesand a river for inner tubing, fishing, BBQs, events and concerts in the park, hot chicks dressed in almost nothing at thelake and all over town, lots of bars for such a small town and all kinds of other relaxing summertime shit.

Billy knows a guy out their who rents a large three bedroom apartment with his girlfriend. He says we're gonna stay with
them for the summer and party. Awesome. We get out to this town and it's hot, it's "dryer then a camel's cunt forty miles
from Cairo", as an old boss of mine used to say. This place has got air conditioning and in fact it's in a brand new
building. See, this apartment was located on the top of a large business that did doors and framing, and was located in the
little industrial part of this town just a 3 minute walk from the downtown part. Fuck it was nice! So, Monday to
Friday after around 5pm there is no one downstairs in the business or the parking lot, or in any of the other lots or
businesses, meaning it's totally empty, completely quiet, and we are the only people there for about 2 or 3 blocks in
every direction! It's the perfect party house!

Now about the couple. Let's call them Colton and Trishia, Colton's about 27 and he is a drywaller. Trisha is 24 and
overweight but not yet a total blimp, unemployed, on disability but not disabled, has three kids from an ex boyfriend but doesn't have custody of
them, the kids are in foster care.

A week into going to bars, the night club, fishing and off roading, Colton has to go down to the
city where me and Billy are visiting from because Colton's mom is in the hospital, I can't remember why, but she had a long
stay and when he went down there to be with his mom at the hospital, he ended up staying in town there during the rest of
the entire summer and only came back up a couple of times to pay the rent. At this point you know the rest of what I have to tell is red
pill after pill so buckle the fuck up and hold on tight.

RED PILL: The very day, no, the very hour Colton had left south, Trishia was creating her new POF account on her smart
phone while waiting for her sister who hates Colton to come over and make plans to party. Billy and I make plans with them
to come back to meet them later and go to the bar where I met a really hot 20 year old named Amanda who was bar tending in
the after noon there.

Now, Colton's fat unfaithful bitch is on the hunt for easy prey from day one, and as much prey as possible. Parties at the house all week (which Trishia dubbed the shore house because she's
a simple minded skank who watches mtv and jersey shore), take girls there to bang all summer and just have a great time.

RED PILL: This chick got all kinds of losers from POF, many of them even driving the hour up from the city to see her, to
come meet her and hang around while she milked them with more skill then a dairy farmer. She got them to show up and give her cash, take her out, buy liquor. She made all of them her complete bitch, and rarely put out for any of the POF guys although she was fucking lots of other guys.

RED PILL: She banged Amanda's recently ex boyfriend at the shore house WHILE a POF guy sat on the couch out in the living
room waiting to take her to dinner! I just assumed he was sitting and waiting in line for Trishia's hoe train but when they
came out of the room, Trishia made this guy even drive Amanda's ex boyfriend home before taking her out to dinner! And this
gent was just so overjoyed to comply!

Back in the city Colton had been texting Trishia a lot but had been getting no reply from his beautiful, golden haired
chubby bunny. Actually she had read every text and would vary between laughing what the texts said to being irritated by
their frequency. She would send a rare text back saying she's tired and to stop bugging her, as waves of his own texts
created a constant ringtone noise from her phone.

RED PILL: At parties she would show people the texts, and even let other girls and
guys both respond to the texts as if they were Trishia, she let them text anything and just laughed at his reactions. At
anytime she could just say someone picked up her phone and was just messing around. Hubby is paying the rent at the shore
house and needs to at least keep him on a thread, right?

The number of different cocks Trishia swallowed in between any phone calls she had with Colton would make Pam Anderson feel
like a virgin. These three dudes all told me she let Colton listen on speakerphone while she got drilled by all of them at
the same time, at by this time Colton was so emotionally fucked up and desperate he didn't even cut her off and paid the
rent another month, now in a desperate struggle to balance saving his relationship with his trophy fat bish and staying by
his dying mother's side. I know, pathetic, depressing, and just hard to read, isn't it? I cringe as I write this believe me.

RED PILL: At later parties, she would make everyone shut up for just a minute and would put Colton's calls on speakerphone. During
each of these calls, dozens of party goers could listen and laugh as Colton cried to Talitha, confused why she was suddenly
so distant, ignoring his texts and putting him down and shaming him on the phone, and now having gang bangs with random
dudes of all different ages. The more she let him cry on the phone to him and shamed him more for it, the worse sounding
and more tormented he actually become! Sick..and twisted..female pleasure from the tears and anguish of a male. Any fucking
male will do my friends so would you like to step right up and be next?!

The only two times Colton made it up from the city away from his mom was to come and pay the rent and only because that's when Trishia gave him permission. 

Jesus. After reading that; I gotta go take a shower.

Thanks for sharing.

Lurker- yes im talking to you. Your special snowflake is doing the same shit Coltons girl is.She is no different from the others.

I'll say it again: literally terrifying.