fuck yahoo personals

for a moment, let us return to our dear missy.

our poor watertown bloke has pulled himself up by his bootstraps and risen off the bed and forced himself to his computer two steps away. he has pledged to move on, see who else is available in his little town. so he opens his 56k modem and dials in to his ISP. five minutes later, he's connected.

isn't the internet remarkable, he mutters to himself.

full of resolve, he returns to the yahoo personals page. but 45 seconds later when the page finishes loading, his mouth drops open and he unknowingly slumps into his folding chair. the muscles in his neck give out and his chin drops to his chest.

this is what he sees.












his beloved missy in the arms of another man.

tears begin to streak down his face, more quickly than he can wipe them away. his breathing stops and starts in fits as his chest heaves.

he does the only thing he can and hits the continue button, but alas the modem can only process information so quickly. he curses the town, wondering when they too will have access to this technology rumored to be out there known as dsl.

little does our naive young boy know of the horror that awaits him though.
















he can no longer help himself. words begin to pour out of his mouth. harlot, slut, skank, slag. she has given herself up to not one but two different guys, this after he had waited a quarter of a century to give himself to her.

the horrid thoughts begin to creep into his head. why is she clad in the same shirt in both pictures? and then he realizes what it must be; she must have been with them at the same time. he covers his eyes trying to block out the image of missy spinning around like a merry-go round as each of the guys take one side each in filling her up from both ends.

but nothing stops. he screams and begins to pull on his hair. he wants everything to stop. he needs it to. he just can't go on like this.

so he makes things stop in the only way he knows how and he sprints down the stairs and out the front door, stripping off his clothes while in full motion, until he is, moments later, naked and standing in the knee-deep snow. he then dives into the white powder clawing his way to the bottom until the whole body goes numb and finally everything stops.

look what you've done yahoo. all because you've lied!