The internets are bad
A forum I used to frequent had a chatroom, it was a nice enough place and by and large we all got along.

Then "she" joined Jane (not "her" name) a pre op transexual who took a shine to me.

Jane mentioned one night in the chatroom that she had drove past where I worked today.

When questioned as to why "she" was in the area (she lives in Bristol, I lived near Hereford) She replied I just wanted to see me once.

I hadn't told her where I worked she just went to every dealership of the firm i was working at the time in a big scary day trip style.

Another time Jane was talking to the lady who is now my wife and told her that we were going to runaway together.

The only thing I ever did was be nice and not rip the piss out of her.
(Barry Chuckle has gone out in the thong to feed the pigeons, Thu 31 Jan 2008, 16:08, Reply)