An Abandoned Teddy Bear. . .

[Sky-OParticipant 18934]

I was going through a box earlier that had some stuff from my pre-MGTOW era existence and found Sammy Bear. He was abandoned at my house a while back by a narcissistic and over sexed flight attendant that lived with me for 18 months, without paying any rent or utilities. Her philosophy on that was in her own words “It’s a given that you need somewhere to live and you would be living here anyway if I was not around.” I guess on some level she was right, I had a mortgage and got the house before I met her, but at the same time, WTF Version 3.0

So anyway, back to the bear. She moved in because we were banging for a couple of months while she was married and then her husband found out and she called me crying at 1am on a Tuesday and said she needed to leave because “I’m afraid he is going to hurt me”. Which was probably the result of him finding out she was cheating on him for the fifth time. I wasn’t the first. Once again: it was before my MGTOW evolution.

Anyway, she came over with her car full of stuff and got settled. In a way, she was transitioning from one c~~~ to the next and she had done that before. We banged for a couple of hours that night and she always did everything that women in porn do, almost mechanically with little or no emotion. Which explains why I kept her around so long. I never occurred to me that she had perfected her sexual skills way before we ever met.

So, it was time to go to sleep and she said “I forgot Sammy Bear”. I was like WTF (It was the first WTF in a long series of WTFs in the coming year and a half). She opened a box and pulled out the bear and I could see her smiling and she started talking to him. We went to sleep, and at about 4am I sort of woke up and looked over and she was sleeping, and holding Sammy Bear in her arms and appeared to be smiling while she was sleeping. I went back to sleep. Woke up in the morning and we started the initial phase of what was going to be another f~~~-fest when she stopped and reached over to the side of the bed and turned the bear around and said that she didn’t want him to see anything. Important to note, that she was 31 years old at that point.

Thus began, my life with her and Sammy Bear. Prior to a trip to Cabo a month later, we were getting ready to leave for the airport: she was a flight attendant and the free flight passes were a great bonus, when she said ‘Remember to pack Sammy Bear’. So I stuffed the inanimate red object into a suitcase. After we got on the plane she asked me if I packed the bear and I confirmed he was in a suitcase. She looked back over at me and asked if he had ‘air’. I didn’t know what that meant and she explained that I should have packed him with his head near the zipper so that he would have air. She seemed really concerned about it and almost started an argument. Oh, well, the sex was mind blowing and phenomenal so I figured I could deal with the bear for as long as I had to. To keep things short regarding that trip to Cabo, it was a week long journey into the depths of orgasmic evolution and we spent most nights f~~~ing non-stop and then sleeping on a secluded part of the beach during the day to rest up for more marathon porn induced sex.

Over the course of the next few months, Sammy Bear started becoming part of my household. When the super-slut was away overnight on a trip, I would sit and drink Redhook Longhammer and watch my dog shake Sammy Bear violently and at times get on top of him and start banging him while pulling at his neck. She hung up on me once when she was in another city on a layover and I took it out on the bear and launched him across my living room. Part of his torso landing near my aquarium one night, and at that point I considered drowning him in the water, until I reminded myself that he was not real.

The blue shirt he is wearing in the picture was purchased in a kids store and who would have known that a shirt for a kid that is 18 months old would fit the super-slut’s equivalent of a child. And probably the only child she ever had because her preferred method of birth control was abortion. She told me that she fainted the first time she had an abortion. It’s like yeah, you stupid f~~~ing bitch: what could have been a human being was being taken out of you. She treats abortions like oil changes.

Back to the bear again. . . . .That first Christmas she had a brilliant idea to take Sammy Bear to get his picture taken with Santa Claus (Reminder: she was 31 years old at that point in time) but her work schedule (that included banging other guys she met on flights) was kind of busy, so in my Blue Pill delusional state of mind, combined with the still mind blowing and insane sex, I took Sammy Bear to get his pic taken. There was something inherently wrong about a guy standing in line with a red bear in a shopping bag to meet Santa Claus. Two young kids asked me what was in the bag and their parents inquired as well. I couldn’t honestly tell them the real reason why I was standing in line with a f~~~ing red bear waiting to see Santa Claus, so I made up a ridiculous story about how I worked with kids that had terminal illnesses and the bear belonged to a kid that only had a few more days to live and was too sick to see Santa Claus so I was on a mission to get a picture of the bear with Santa. Mission was accomplished that day and I got Sammy Bear in Santa’s lap, got the pictures including a key chain picture for Sammy’s mother and made it back to my house.

When she got back from that flight in the morning, she completely freaked out over the Sammy visits Santa situation and got on her knees and started blowing the hell out of me, which resulted in her taking facial lotion, then we engaged in a three hour f~~~ fest. Once again, totally devoid of any emotion, with her dark and empty eyes staring back at me as if she lacked a soul. I couldn’t handle looking into those eyes anymore, so I switched her to reverse cowgirl, finished and we went to sleep.

Sammy Bear had to come everywhere with us. She assigned a personality to him and once even told me that I was a good ‘dad’. At that point, I had probably already overdosed on blue pills and it was getting worse every day. When she picked me up at the airport at one point, we got back to her car and Sammy Bear was sitting in the passenger seat with his seat belt on. She had gotten into the habit of doing that when transporting him.

In lieu of the story of Sammy Bear, I should probably state the obvious at this point for those that have had the time to read this. She was molested when she was younger. The bear was just one part of the myriad of complex coping mechanisms she still clung to as an adult. Her voice when she talked had the tone of about an 11 or 12 year old girl as she was psychologically and emotionally trapped at the age of when the trauma must have occurred. And she used out of control sex and eventually some serious bondage as a means to try to deal with her issues. Controlling men (with sex) was just one way she attempted to escape the hell she was living in.

In the end, she cheated on me like she cheated on every other guy she had been with prior. When I found out, I came to the conclusion that when time was up with the current source of emotional and sexual supply, she would actually get caught on purpose and on some level she enjoyed getting caught and seeing what kind of reaction she could get out of the guy she was on the verge of devaluing and discarding. I crashed pretty hard at that point, but I ultimately deserved it. I knew what I was signing up for in the beginning and I enjoyed it all like a cocaine addict craves each and every line. For that, I have had to learn how to forgive myself.

To conclude:

The one and only. . . . . . Sammy Bear

 

[Anonymous 1]

Holy f~~~!
It is real! It is f~~~ing real… Those eyes man… THOSE EEEEYESSS!!!

 

[sidecarParticipant 35837]

Do you have her current address?  Mail her an ear. Then an eye…

Then give her your list of demands.

[Anonymous 1]

@sidecar

That’s… genius! 🙂

[RennieParticipant]

That thing is creepy.

[Anonymous 42]

sidecar wrote:

Mail her an ear. Then an eye… Then give her your list of demands.

Hey Sidecar, Does your last name end in ini, ino, ano, or chelli, is your first name Guito, Salvadore, or Anthony?  I knew a guy like you…..

[Sky-OParticipant 18934]

sidecar wrote:

Do you have her current address? Mail her an ear. Then an eye… Then give her your list of demands.

 

In order to give her a list of demands and/or terms, I would have to be willing to deal with her again.

However, I unleashed an epic operation that did not involve the bear’s ear or eyes back after the break up.

I found out she told the new guy that I was ‘just a friend’. That is when I set in motion. Operation: Expose the Slut

It involved minimal effort with maximum shock and awe impact.

After running intel, I got the new guys cell number and bingo! He had Verizon phone service and well, so did I. Verizon has a feature that allows people on their phone network to ‘forward’ voicemails to another Verizon number when calling into your own voicemail box. You select option ‘6’ after you listen to one of your saved voicemails then type in the recipient’s number and it forwards the voicemail to the other person’s phone without ever calling it.

I went back and listened to all of the messages I had from her and selected what I called a Top Ten, and they were chosen based on the depth and level of sexually graphic content. All of them were messages she left me that referenced things we had done, what she wanted to do that night, etc – And they were really intense (anal, facials, her rape fantasy stuff).

So, I confirmed the voicemail forwarding feature worked by forwarding a voicemail to a buddy that had Verizon and the operation was a go.

But I couldn’t just send all ten over at once and on a random day. So I waited until I found out from a mutual friend that she was going to be out of town for work for three days (Tues-Friday), and then I put a half rack of Redhook and a bottle of Jagermeister in my refrigerator, and put on Slayer’s ‘Seasons In the Abyss’ at 10pm that first night.

At 11pm, I forwarded the first two over to the new clown figuring he was sleeping. Well the first two woke him up and the content of them probably sent him over the edge, but I still had eight more to go. At about 1:30 am, I fired another one over and it was graphic enough to where he had to be freaking out. The voicemail forwarding feature gives the number they come from, so my phone started ringing at that point and it was him. I intentionally answered and hung up my phone within two seconds each time, which frustrated him even more. Then I let him get some sleep, and sent another one over as a wake up message at 7am. That one was a voicemail where she called me to tell me she was masturbating and thinking about me and wanted me in her ass ‘sooooo bad right now’. At that point, I had six remaining voicemails to forward, and I didn’t send one the entire next day. He probably figured the first wave of incoming messages was all I had. But it was just the calm before the storm. . . . The remaining six that I had stored were over the top graphic and ready to go.

The second night, I waited out until close to midnight, still drinking Redhook, Jager and cranking Slayer. I unleashed two in a row for a midnight wake up for the clown. My phone started ringing again and I answered it once I heard what sounded like a maniac yelling ‘You mother f~~~ing. . . .!’ And I said, ‘Hey bro, sorry her asshole is so loose, but she had me tearing into it for over a year before she was with you.’ and I hung up.

So I figured I would let him get a couple of hours of sleep, then launched two more at about 5am, and then my phone rang and it was her number. I answered and it sounded like she was hyperventilating and she screamed ‘What are you doing!!!?’ I replied calmly ‘Just getting started’.

Found out from a mutual friend that she was going to be getting back early from her trip to run damage control with the new guy, so that night I sent the remaining stored voicemails over in a full frontal attack one after the other.

From what I heard, she had a lot of explaining to do when she got back, but she managed to put his dick in her mouth enough to get his brain to stop working and get him back on board with the façade and charade known as their relationship. Two years later, she got rid of him and moved on to the next unsuspecting guy.

 

[sidecarParticipant 35837]

Sky-O wrote:

she screamed ‘What are you doing!!!?’ I replied calmly ‘Just getting started’.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That’s beautiful.

she managed to put his dick in her mouth enough to get his brain to stop working and get him back on board

You can’t save everyone.

Two years later, she got rid of him and moved on to the next unsuspecting guy.

Of course she did. If you kept his number you could text him the address of this website. It sounds like he needs it.

As to Sammy Bear, I can understand not wanting anything more to do with that bitch. If you don’t want to return him to her on the installment plan how about making him a MGTOW mascot? We could send him around to various MGTOW all over the world and set up a photo archive of his travels like a traveling gnome prank. Now that he’s escaped that bitch he could be the very first BGHOW.

[Sky-OParticipant 18934]

sidecar wrote:

As to Sammy Bear, I can understand not wanting anything more to do with that bitch. If you don’t want to return him to her on the installment plan how about making him a MGTOW mascot? We could send him around to various MGTOW all over the world and set up a photo archive of his travels like a traveling gnome prank. Now that he’s escaped that bitch he could be the very first BGHOW.

I’m willing to surrender Sammy Bear to the cause. At this point after three years in a box, the poor guy needs to get out and start experiencing life again. In lieu of him being abandoned by his mom, I’m committed to letting him be a B(Bear)GHOW.

However: I’ve been holding back on another ready for prime time playa’ that I got custody of when the same super slut left to continue her journey in search of new c~~~s. (Picture included below) A couple of years ago, I took him out of the same box that Sammy Bear was in and used a bungee cord to strap him to the front of my Jeep and take him off road for the day. He is in slightly worse condition after that day than he was in the picture before it started.

Considering he was abandoned by the same slut when she left Sammy Bear, he should also be considered as a potential MGTOW mascot.

And he is definitely MGTOW. . . . . . She was never very creative so she named him ‘Manny’. He is a Manatee Going His Own Way.

Same narcissistic bitch, with a just as interesting, pathetically funny & tragic story of how Manny came into my life just a few months after Sammy Bear did.

Now, the super-slut flight attendant had the emotional maturity of about an 11 or 12 year old girl. As a result, one of the things she was fascinated with was manatees. They are the slow moving, chubby water mammals that live in Florida and get nailed by boat motors all of the time.

She dreamed up a twisted and warped idea for a trip the first summer we were together. ‘We’ had already adopted an injured manatee. Basically, the sex was so phenomenal that when she researched injured manatees online, I went ahead with her plan to adopt an injured manatee for $50 a month and as a result, the sanctuary sent us picture updates and progress reports on it’s recovery during that period of time. Once again, and as a reminder, this chick did everything that women in porn do (without being too slutty about things) and we were having sex 3-5 times a day. I figured the least I could do was adopt a manatee and play along with her childish and ridiculous nonsense. (Note: she was 31 years old)

Fast forward to that summer. She wanted to go to Florida to actually visit a manatee sanctuary where they recover from tail injuries due to boat motors. In her own words one night when she was researching manatees online, I heard her say ‘those stupid boat motors. . . .’ WTF Version 3.0 as usual on that.

So we left on a Friday for Florida and spent the weekend at a manatee sanctuary. Even got to spend an hour in the water snorkeling with injured manatees and got pictures of us with them. There was one particular manatee that lacked the ability to twirl in the water due to a severely injured tail. Once she saw that thing, the tears started. She was actually crying at the manatee sanctuary.

Monday rolled around and we had to get back to the airport and it became apparently obvious that we were going to have a travel companion with us. There he was sitting on the bed in the hotel room, staring back at me with his blank manatee expression: She named him ‘Manny’. And he became part of our family of plush animals back at my house as well. I guess she though Sammy Bear needed a brother.

On a side note and somewhat related: Her emotional and mental maturity level was at the level of a pre-teen girl. I didn’t realize how bad it was until one day she said she needed to stop by her parents house because they were on vacation and she had to check their house. I was with her since we were on our way to that city anyway, but it was a trap. Once in her parents house, she wanted be to bang her on the desk in her dad’s office and she seemed to get off on it on a whole new level. Before we left, she showed me her room that she use to live in before she went to college and I was speechless. Everything must have been left the same as it was since she was younger: the entire room was surrounded by plush animals and looked like a kid lived in it. She wanted to bang in there too (anal).

It was right about that time, I started getting concerned.

So, all things considered, if MGTOW Manny would make a better option as a mascot, then I’m willing to surrender him to cause as well.

[Soul ManParticipant 1856]

Funny how a clinically insane person with a vagina can convince us to accept their pathology as somehow “normal”…well, for a while at least.  The s~~~ we have accepted in to our lives all for the sake of some poontang…. no more!  I know I can sniff that crazy s~~~ out pretty damn quick now.  I have a hair trigger on the eject handle now!

HISTORY...learn from it, memorize it, DON'T repeat it...

[Smitty the Great OneParticipant 1535]

Holy S~~~b~~~~!! Here I was thinking I had cornered the market on bats~~~ insane women with issues. At this point, I’m not even in the league anymore. I just has garden variety crazy, this s~~~ is some next level, rabbit killing nuts. I’m sure right now someone is putting dick to her craziness. How long can she keep doing this?

Life is too long to play by someone elses rules....

[DeepInThoughtParticipant 2710]

Sky-O wrote:

Operation: Expose the Slut

 

Laughed my ass off, that is pure gold there gentleman!

[casqueteroParticipant 85]

I don’t know if she was an extreme age player or just bat s~~~ crazy… (Read the whole story again) No, she was bat s~~~ crazy!

I liked the idea of the traveling plushies… It could be a funny thing to show to the infiltrators instead of the kittens.

 

 

[sidecarParticipant 35837]

Why are the best ones in bed always the crazy ones? I mentioned this in another thread.

Sky-O wrote:

He is a Manatee Going His Own Way.

Ah yes. The manatee. Meatloaf of the Sea.

Isn’t there an “anti-feminist manatee” posting on twitter or something like that?

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