Frank Posted February 5, 2016 Report Share Posted February 5, 2016 We met at Waterloo station in 1990. I was 21. It was raining and we agreed to share the last taxi to Marylebone. We were both soaked and I somehow found the courage to ask her out for dinner and planned it for the following week.. when I had some money. We separated in 2013. The most gentle, kind and loving person you could ever wish to meet. Cancer. In time … In time, it goes, everything goes away. We forget the face and we forget the voice. The heart, when it stops beating, there’s no point searching any further, you must let it go. And that’s good. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cuntybaws Posted February 5, 2016 Report Share Posted February 5, 2016 Arse cancer? Ouch. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
camberwell gypsy Posted February 6, 2016 Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 2 hours ago, Frank said: We met at Waterloo station in 1990. I was 21. It was raining and we agreed to share the last taxi to Marylebone. We were both soaked and I somehow found the courage to ask her out for dinner and planned it for the following week.. when I had some money. We separated in 2013. The most gentle, kind and loving person you could ever wish to meet. Cancer. In time … In time, it goes, everything goes away. We forget the face and we forget the voice. The heart, when it stops beating, there’s no point searching any further, you must let it go. And that’s good. What do you mean "last taxi to Marylebone" you stupid bastard. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Wizardsleeve Posted February 6, 2016 Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 Sympathy really should go out to poor Ming. I read about her passing, a tragic story. She was held against her will in a Hull bedsit, chained to the radiant heater. She had to learn contortionism to gnaw off her feet to get out of the chains. She managed to crawl to the market, into the bleach aisle, and necked as much as she could before beginning to bleed internally, and choke to death on her own fluids. Which, when broken down, is still a far more pleasant way to go, than endure a date with Frank. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest DingTheRioja Posted February 6, 2016 Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 Oh fuck off you stupid cunt. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Neil Posted February 6, 2016 Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 Fucking hell,44 is a ripe old age for a dog though.still it's better off now up in doggy heaven than down here suffering Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frank Posted February 6, 2016 Author Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 2 hours ago, neil298 said: Fucking hell,44 is a ripe old age for a dog though.still it's better off now up in doggy heaven than down here suffering It doesn't sit well with me, Neil... knowing that I'm nonchantly conversing with a little bum-squirt gay-blade who probably cleared out someone's back passage last night with his tonsils. Good morning. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
scotty Posted February 6, 2016 Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 Look on the bright side frank, fifty quid to the morgue attendant and you'll finally get to do her up the wrong'un. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frank Posted February 6, 2016 Author Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 11 minutes ago, scotty said: Look on the bright side frank, fifty quid to the morgue attendant and you'll finally get to do her up the wrong'un. Joking aside, Scotty, this is good therapy. I very rarely post personal shit on here, but it's all I've got and I can't go on moping like some lost and soppy gypsy. Nerves got the better of me at the funeral... I laughed out loud when I saw the 4ft 6' rattan coffin. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
scotty Posted February 6, 2016 Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 Just now, Frank said: Joking aside, Scotty, this is good therapy. I very rarely post personal shit on here, but it's all I've got and I can't go on moping like some lost and soppy gypsy. Nerves got the better of me at the funeral... laughed out loud when I saw the 4ft 6' rattan coffin. There's a lot of truth in that frank. I post stuff on sickipedia, when you are actively trying to find humour wherever you are it definitely helps your mood. Was it really a rattan coffin? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frank Posted February 6, 2016 Author Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 1 minute ago, scotty said: There's a lot of truth in that frank. I post stuff on sickipedia, when you are actively trying to find humour wherever you are it definitely helps your mood. Was it really a rattan coffin? It might have been wicker. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
scotty Posted February 6, 2016 Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 Just now, Frank said: It might have been wicker. Like in the film. Was it a burial or a cremation? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frank Posted February 6, 2016 Author Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 7 minutes ago, scotty said: Like in the film. Was it a burial or a cremation? Ming was Indonesian from the Tana Toraja region.. a small mountainous region in south Sulawesi. Her family's life revolved around death, but not in a morbid sense. For them a funeral is a celebration of life... it was like a going-away party. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hokey Gingers Posted February 6, 2016 Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 I`m very sorry for your loss Frank but it comes to us all my friend although so young , 48 ( she always lied about her age ) seems about right for her unconventional lifestyle. I first met Ming through a mutual friend, Ashley Madison. It was 2010. If you thought her smile lit up a room her reverse cowgirl set the fucker ablaze. I will always remember her fondly, especially everytime i see an exclaimation mark as that was the view from behind her ample bottom over those magical 3 years. Perhaps she returned to the porn industry but we lost touch . Again, deepest condolences ! !!!!!!! !! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decimus Posted February 6, 2016 Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 I wish Mrs. D was dead. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
scotty Posted February 6, 2016 Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 2 minutes ago, Decimus said: I wish Mrs. D was dead. Now this is just a wild shot in the dark here deccs, but I'm guessing she's not a regular reader of this site. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frank Posted February 6, 2016 Author Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 Just now, Decimus said: I wish Mrs. D was dead. Weekends are by far the worst, decs. Take up running. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decimus Posted February 6, 2016 Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 2 minutes ago, scotty said: Now this is just a wild shot in the dark here deccs, but I'm guessing she's not a regular reader of this site. She is Scotters, but I tell her I post as Neil. I'm hoping that by reading his constant tales of self abuse, she'll start to feel guilty and put out more. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest deebom Posted February 6, 2016 Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 What the fuck is this shit? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frank Posted February 6, 2016 Author Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 23 minutes ago, Decimus said: She is Scotters, but I tell her I post as Neil. I'm hoping that by reading his constant tales of self abuse, she'll start to feel guilty and put out more. It's an awful place to be. Those little imperfections of hers that you once found so cute, now make you want to punch her teeth out. Sweet rosy dimples that once greeted you in the morning.. now a fat jowly resting bitch face. Sun-kissed freckled cheeks with hair tucked behind her ears.. now a puffed-up jug-headed grease bomb. Tender moments between fresh cotton sheets in the beach house... now farting competitions between the poly in a two-up two-down. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cuntybaws Posted February 6, 2016 Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 "What wild dawns there were in our first years here" Morning Frank. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frank Posted February 6, 2016 Author Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 5 minutes ago, Cuntybaws said: "What wild dawns there were in our first years here" Morning Frank. So terribly sad, baws. Morning. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Alfie Noakes Posted February 6, 2016 Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 35 minutes ago, deebom said: What the fuck is this shit? Fuck knows! Its all gone profb again. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Manky Posted February 6, 2016 Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 For fucks sake. Get a grip. All of you. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Alfie Noakes Posted February 6, 2016 Report Share Posted February 6, 2016 3 minutes ago, Manky said: For fucks sake. Get a grip. All of you. Don't say that to neil he won't be able to help himself. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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