Cursed
Recently I’ve been noticing a disturbing pattern. I would message a stripper for a hook up outside of the club, “Hey would you wanna fuck for $150” “Yeah” they would respond. They said they would get ready and then go dark, despite me calling time and again voicemail after voicemail and flooding their phone with text messages. No answer hours after. I would run into the same stripper a few days a later and ask “Hey what happened that night?” they would let me know that oh yeah sorry insert said relative died that night. Aunts, Uncles, sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers. It kept happening, time and again. Sometimes even the same exact loved ones would die, twice over.
It has dawned on me that the common in denominator is me. And that I may be cursed. A plague personified. Nothing but death left in my wake. Everything I touch. Due to some selfish, short sighted pursuit of sexual gratification.
All of you stay the hell away it’s for the sake of your family. For the love of God. I’m diseased. I can’t tell you how or why but I do know that this is happening. I’ve decided my time in the mongering world has come to an end, and I take one last bow. Now for the rest of my days I’ll be left to ponder all the pain and sorrow I’ve caused, buts it’s the burden I have to bear….
wipes away the tears Looks out onto the ocean
…it’s the burden I have to bear.
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last commentMany years ago, when I worked retail management, I had transferred from one branch to another. Shortly before I had left, I filled a maintenance manager role that had been sorely needed and had seemed impossible to fill. I caught up with the manager who had been promoted into the slot I vacated and asked after the store. He asked if I was the one hired the serial killer.
"What?," is all I could respond with. "Cliff," he said, "the maintenance manager. How many times did he kill his wife when he worked for you?" "What?!," I was still stumped. "He's called out absent for bereavement three times in the four months that he has worked here."
^100% true story, by the way, from approx 2005 in New Orleans.
I used to run into a different issue. Birthdays. One gal bailed more than once because it was her birthday and she’d gone out with friends and partied a bit too much, I guess. The funny thing is that the gal didn’t look a day over 30, even though she had to have been well over 100 with all the birthdays she had.
My gosh, Muddy. Thank gosh you've figured out how you were doing those poor women to total misery......
They could make a sequel to the movie "Good Luck Chuck" based on you and call it "Bad Luck Fuck" instead.
somehow I think if ya offered $250 that relative may have hung in there for another 24 hours
^^^Exactly… the common denominator of the curse is offering $150.
the girl may have been turned off with 150.
at 160 the guy gives 8 20's-done. at 150 the girl is most likely thinking this fucking guy went out of his way to break one of those 20's into 2 10's or 4 5's,
i wonder how would she react if you gave 158.
^that's how I felt when an ATM gave all Franklins and Grants. like "Do I change this $50?" I did, but the employees were only allowed to give out bundles of fifty fucking $1's.
I’m sorry I didn’t reply to this sooner, but my grandmother and my great grandfather both just passed away. They were like 105 and 124, so we really didn’t even see it coming…
Fortunately my ATF didn't have anyone die but somewhat confused as to how her 2 children have had at least 4 birthdays last year
Reminds me of Klinger M.A.S.H https://youtu.be/5yJOhsAH9MY?si=lqHk9CAEqJaupLhw