Since I can cover all four of those topics . I feel comfortable in this thread . I felt the need to write this because of all the heart broken, down
trodden, dreams crushed desperate threads from men on the relationship threads lately .
Well for guys in that position I will impart some wisdom with this song. This is the only time the Rolling Stones combined country, gospel,
depression, truck driving and bars into a single song.
Moving on ............
Here's a story about a friend of mine .
This guy was totally whooped , Head over heels turn your paycheck over on Friday in love with this woman . She was half Cherokee Indian and half
crazy . Lol
To make A long story short, I watched a turbulent relationship for four years where my buddy was on the receiving end almost every time .
Eventually one night and she smashed his head through a plate glass dining room table . The police had to come and she was charged with a felony .
It meant nothing to her she went on a lamb for four years .
Here's what a prick I am ............
I called him about six months after she left town. I pretended I was a prison guard , and told him she had escaped and threaten to kill him .
For the next four years I called occasionally just to freak my buddy out .
We also used to play this song regularly for him every time he walked in the bar .
Jimmy Sole had the key to the whole conundrum years ago .
edit on 9-6-2015 by Greathouse because: (no reason given)
I had a male buddy who married one of those women---nothing pleased her for more than 5 minutes---and when she was displeased the entire neighborhood
knew it. The trouble was, the neighborhood knew that he was a fine man, a hard worker and excellent provider for her sorry behind. He put up with
what she dished out for many years. Nobody understood why but hey, that's love. He had to live with her, we didn't. But eventually she found a
richer guy that paid attention to her and she took off. She decided to make it a nasty divorce despite the fact that she had abandoned the marriage.
The scales fell from my buddy's eyes finally. His revenge went this way: Every spring break she made the trek to Florida. This year she was doing
it in what he considered his vehicle (the divorce wasn't final) so on the night before she was scheduled to leave, knowing that her habit was to gas
up the night before, load everything up and go to bed early for an early start. He went to her place and changed the locking gas cap on the vehicle.
Then he sat back and waited for her to call.
It was reported that the phone lines from her location in Tennessee to his location in KY were completely melted down. Her tirade would violate the
rules in this forum so I'll just say that she was terribly displeased.
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