Are those who crave their exes just fucking idiots?

I’m relentlessly trying to seduce my ex-girlfriend into becoming my secret lover down the line. Picture this: both of us tied down with families, yet sneaking around, betraying our partners because the fire between us burns too damn hot to extinguish, even if we can’t be together for real. But she’s playing hard to get, refusing to dive into this deliciously twisted game.
Come on, Liza, take the damn plunge and let’s ignite this forbidden chaos!
#forbiddenlove #exdrama #cheatingheart #wildpassion

Those lowlife scumbags from the left bank have completely lost their minds!

My husband started coming home late from work. Claims it’s all about deadlines, chaos, the usual bullshit excuses. I trusted him—hell, life happens, right? But then I stroll into the store, and there he is, tangled up with some chick, barely legal, at least a decade younger. They’re sucking face right by the wine shelf.
Meanwhile, I’ve got his damn kid in the stroller, just 8 months old.
He had the audacity to say, “You’ve got it all wrong.”
Oh, I got it, alright.
Now, every damn evening, he’s blowing up my phone, begging for forgiveness.
But there was a time I loved him just as fiercely.
#betrayal #cheating #heartbreak #drama

Back when I was a sneaky little gremlin, I swiped a pack of condoms from a store, thinking I was some master thief. Got home, and pure panic hit me like a freight train—what if they found this contraband on me? So, genius me decided to stash them in Dad’s bedside drawer, figuring I’d be in the clear. Big mistake. That night, all hell broke loose—Mom and Dad went full nuclear, screaming about divorce, shouting matches echoing through the house like a goddamn war zone. Fast forward, I’m 20 now, and I finally spilled the beans to Mom about my childhood heist. She’s been side-eyeing me ever since, probably wondering what other chaos I’ve got up my sleeve. I’m drowning in shame over here!
#childhoodchaos #familydrama #epicfail #shamefulsecrets

Alright, so check this out, I’m M.17, rolling with my crew—two of my bros and a couple of chicks we vibe with. Man, no clue what kinda wild hair got up our asses, but we figured, screw it, let’s dive into this sketchy-ass river (heads up: it’s basically a sewer dump). We stripped down to our skivvies, no shame in our game. I cannonballed in first, splashing like a damn fool, followed by one of my dudes. Then the two girls jumped in, while our last bro played cameraman, capturing the chaos.

Get this, there were these two old geezers, like 50-something, also swimming in this cesspool, and they straight-up asked our camera guy to film them. Meanwhile, one of our girls stubs her toe, bends over to check it out, and—bam—our bro with the camera swings it right to her ass, zooming in like a perv on a mission.

After we all crawled out of that nasty water, one of my soaked bros peels off his drenched undies, slaps on some shorts commando-style, and starts twirling his wet drawers over his head like he’s some damn cowboy with a lasso. Absolute madness, I’m dying! 🤣
#wtfmoment #riverdisaster #wildcrew #cringelaughs

We were slamming drinks on a random weekday, no fucks given. Started at some dingy café, then rolled into a sweaty, pulsating club. Place was damn near empty, just a ghost town of bad decisions. Wandering around, we spot this lone chick brooding in the corner, looking like she’s got stories to tell. There were three of us, a pack of wolves on the prowl. We sauntered over, threw some smooth lines, and invited her to join the chaos. A few flirty words later, boom, we’re all piling into a steamy sauna, ready to turn up the heat. Decided to go for a wild threesome—hell yeah, she’s game. We head to the back room, where shit’s about to get real.

Everything’s lit, I’m rock hard and raring to go. But then she strips down… and holy shit, I see it. Her lady bits? Man, it’s a fucking nightmare down there—bulging, greasy, like some cursed slug staring back at me. Instant turn-off. My boner dies a tragic death. I’m outta there, quietly grabbing my stuff and bolting for the door, no looking back.

Ladies, for the love of all that’s holy, take care of yourselves. That horrifying snail image is still burned into my damn brain.
#wtf #baddecisions #turnoff #cringe

Back when we were just 12, the craze for those squishy little water beads—orbz—hit us hard. One kid rocked up with a massive bag of 'em, and we figured, why not spice things up? We started chucking those slippery suckers out of a third-floor window, aiming for chaos. For a solid 15 minutes, we missed every damn shot. So, I thought, screw it, let’s up the ante—I grabbed a rock and hurled it. Boom! Dead on target. Next thing we know, some old geezer downstairs is screaming bloody murder and cussing like a sailor.

Curiosity got the better of us, so we peeked out to see the damage. Big mistake. The old man stormed out, shotgun in hand, hunting for the little shits responsible. His eyes locked on my buddy—the one who brought the orbs—and without a second thought, he blasted him right in the ass with rock salt. Poor bastard never hung out with us again after that. Arka, man, I’m sorry as hell. 😥
#childhoodchaos #epicfail #shotgungrandpa #sorrybro

We’re drowning in a flood of wild stories from girls spilling the dirty details of their first disastrous romps in the sack, so we’ve gone ahead and carved out a whole damn channel just for this juicy chaos.

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#sexstories #firsttimefail #naughtyconfessions #spillthetea

Hey, shameless crew, what’s good?
I’m dropping my first wild tale here, so buckle up!
Here’s the deal—I was 18, fresh off the boat in St. Petersburg, straight from my tiny nowhere town.
Back home, my parents kept me on a tight leash, no fun allowed, so when I hit the big city, I went full savage: boozing, partying, hitting every sweaty club in sight.
One night, I stumbled down one of Piter’s infamous sin streets—y’all know the vibe, though they shut that shithole down since.
I got absolutely hammered, trolling for someone to crash the night with.
Spotted a chick, made out hard, hands all over each other, and hell yeah, we rolled back to her place. She looked hot—or at least, my drunk ass thought so.
We get there, climb the stairs, step into her pad, and I’m already hyped for some raw action.
Then, from a smoke-drenched kitchen, a dude’s voice growls, “The fuck you ain’t alone?”
She fires back, “I’m getting even, asshole. You drag random sluts home from the club all the time.”
Somehow, this psycho calms down—what kind of fucked-up relationship even is this?
We crash into bed, and I’m like, “Fuck it, I’m out,” too wasted to bounce in the middle of the night.
Next thing I know, she’s taking turns blowing us both.
What the hell, right? I couldn’t even finish—shit was too weird, and I was way too smashed.
Then she starts pushing for a double-team with her damn husband, but I’m so done I fake a back injury, acting like I can’t even move.
Passed out like that.
Morning comes, and she keeps creeping into the room, checking if I’m awake, even trying to jerk me off, but I play dead harder than ever.
Finally, when she stops hovering, I bolt—throw on my clothes, sprint out the door, not a word said.
I was completely fucking floored.

Hit that like, and I’ve got more insane first-year college chaos to spill!
#wildnights #wtf #crazystories #piterparties

Back when we were just acquaintances, I found myself chilling at this dude’s crib, not yet tangled in the messy web of romance. Before heading over, I popped some laxatives—big mistake. They hit me like a goddamn freight train, and I’m standing there in front of him, pants utterly wrecked, a total shitshow. I mean, I was mortified, drowning in my own disaster. The poor guy had to wait outside for a freaking hour while I scrubbed away my sins in his bathroom, trying to salvage some shred of dignity.

Here’s the wild twist, though—he wasn’t even fazed. Hell, turns out it kinda drew him in, like some twisted badge of honor for embracing the chaos. We ended up dating anyway, proving some folks are just wired for the weird.
#embarrassment #wtfmoment #crazylove #shitshow

Picture this: I was in 8th or 9th grade, stuck at school way past the bell, sweating it out in the gym with my crew, pushing our limits. By nightfall, the place was a ghost town—just a lone security guard chilling downstairs. No cameras back then, no tight leash, just pure, unfiltered freedom.

And then, two absolute legends—or total idiots, depending on your view—cooked up a plan so wild it could only come from teenage chaos. Why trek home to take a leak when you’ve got a whole damn school as your playground? The first genius struts into the bathroom, handles his business, and doesn’t even bother flushing. Nah, he takes it up a notch—wraps his masterpiece in a plastic bag and sets out on a personal vendetta. His target? The physics teacher’s door. Smears that nasty payload all over it like he’s painting a grudge in pure filth.

The second dude? He doesn’t even make it to the bathroom. He picks the grand lobby, zeroing in on a massive flower pot that once brightened the hallway. Now, it’s just a sad witness to a crime against decency, soaked in his “contribution.”

Come morning, the stench from that pot was a weapon of mass destruction. People didn’t just speed-walk past it—they held their breath like they were diving underwater, praying to survive the assault on their senses.

As for the door-smearing artist, well, karma’s a bitch. Someone snitched, or maybe he couldn’t keep his trap shut—either way, he got busted. Punishment? Scrubbing his own disgusting artwork off that door with his bare hands. Maybe it gave him a moment to reflect on life’s deeper meaning. But let’s be real—probably not.
#teenagechaos #schoolshenanigans #wtf #epicfail

Here's the wild tale of some eighth-grade troublemakers, the kind of girls who strutted around with makeup slapped on like war paint and outfits screaming for attention. They’d shamelessly flirt and pester everyone in sight, but that’s not even the main event. One day, the principal lost her damn mind, roared at them to scrub off their clown faces. Water didn’t do jack, and guess what? No tissues in sight (and asking for help? Nah, too dumb for that). So, these geniuses decided to wipe their smug little mugs with a filthy floor rag, still dripping wet from mopping up God-knows-what.

Fast forward to the school assembly, and they got roasted in front of everyone. But the kicker? Later, we found out my classmate had pissed all over that exact rag. Absolute chaos! 🤣
#schoolscandal #epicfail #grossout #wtf

So, after a grueling day at work, my crew and I decided to blow off some steam and hit up a wild party at this sprawling countryside mansion. The vibes were electric—booze flowing like a damn river, bodies grinding on the dance floor, pure chaos in the best way. But then, shit hit the fan. Our mutual friend, this chick who’s supposedly waiting for her soldier boyfriend to come back from duty, got completely trashed and vanished into the shadows with some random dude.

Curiosity—and yeah, a bit of righteous fury—got the better of me. I tracked them down, only to find them in a spare room, already half-naked and tangled up like they were auditioning for a damn porn flick. I gave it a hot second, then stormed in like a bull, tossed the guy out on his sorry ass, and smacked some sense into her with a sharp slap. I laid it out cold: “You better beg for forgiveness from your man, or when he’s back, I’ll spill every filthy detail myself.”

I get it, I could nuke her relationship by opening my mouth. Hell, I probably won’t say a word in the end. But damn, I feel for the guy. If she’s pulling this kind of betrayal now, who’s to say she won’t do it again? Loyalty’s a rare fucking gem, and she’s tossing it in the dirt.
#betrayal #partyfail #drama #loyalty

So, I’ve got this buddy who spun a wild tale about heading into the deep, dark woods with his old man for a boar hunt. They climbed up into a rickety watchtower, perched like hawks, waiting for the action to kick off. Suddenly, a damn stampede of boars charges out of nowhere, grunting and snarling. My friend and his dad start bickering over a grand, betting on who’d come out on top in this madness. His dad, all badass, grabs an air rifle and starts popping shots at the beasts, but the pigs ain’t having it—they ram the tower, shaking it like a goddamn earthquake. Dad, losing his shit, chucks a freaking grenade right into the herd. Boom! Boars flying, tower exploding into splinters, absolute chaos. After the dust settles, they hop on a motorcycle, hearts pounding, and tear ass back home. Swear to God, I think my buddy’s telling the straight-up truth.

[Admin note: Truth my ass, he probably forgot to mention he woke up shitting his pants from the nightmare! 🤣]
#WildHunt #BoarChaos #ExplosiveStories #epicfail

I decided to stir up some raw, unfiltered chaos with a little social experiment aimed at the infamous позорчанки. So, I started straight-up asking every one of them: "Is it cool if a dude at 30 is packing just 15 cm down there?"

Here’s the wild breakdown of their reactions:
73 straight-up said, "Hell yeah, it’s fine!"
15 were like, "Nah, that’s a dealbreaker."
7 ghosted me like I didn’t even exist.
3 told me to go f*ck myself without hesitation.
5 blocked my ass instantly.

And that, my friends, is why позорчанки are the absolute legends of the internet jungle!
#socialexperiment #unfiltered #savage #drama

Back in the wild days of 15 or 16, we threw a savage house party.
I played the good girl card, rolling in at 6 AM like a sneaky little devil.
One dude was passed out cold, and a twisted idea sparked in my head.
We grabbed a condom, filled it with water and toothpaste for that extra nasty realism,
Shoved it right into his mouth.
Then, for good measure, we stuffed a freaking bolt up his nose.
Snatched his phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint like sneaky bandits,
Snapped a pic, slapped it as his VK profile photo—pure chaos.
Back then, that shit was the trend.
Sent it straight to our crew’s group chat for maximum humiliation,
And, oh yeah, changed his password just to twist the knife.
Dude woke up absolutely livid, ready to burn the house down.
Spent days groveling for forgiveness.
Sorry, Max, you legend.
Man, those were some unhinged, golden years!
#prankwars #savage #teenchaos #nostalgia

I’m an obstetrician working the intake desk at a maternity hospital, and let me tell you, I’ve seen some wild shit. One day, an ambulance rolled in with this absolute trainwreck of a woman—drunk off her ass, bleeding everywhere, and zero medical history on file. Turns out, she wasn’t just hemorrhaging; she was in full-blown labor! We didn’t even make it to the delivery room. This lady popped out a baby right there in the goddamn elevator, surrounded by metal walls and the stench of booze. And get this—after all that chaos, she straight-up abandoned the little boy. Said she had no clue who the father was, already had four kids at home, and couldn’t be bothered with another. Disgusting. People like her are a fucking disgrace.
#hospitalhorror #wtfmoment #neglect #shocking

So, my buddy spilled the beans about this chick he’s been messaging, some pen-pal romance straight out of a damn prison cell. He’s head over heels, swearing she’s the love of his life, set to be released in September, and they’re already planning the damn wedding. Meanwhile, I’m sitting here with the dirty little secret—he’s pouring his heart out to my freaking cousin! And get this, she’s just messing with him for shits and giggles, not even behind bars. What a twisted soap opera!

🤣 - Drop the bomb on him and watch the chaos unfold
😐 - Keep my damn mouth shut and let this trainwreck roll
#drama #mindblown #catfish #savage

Alright, let me pitch you a wild-ass idea. Imagine this: we snatch up some deserted island, a real goddamn nowhere. Then, we dump a bunch of folks there for six straight months, including:

- hardcore Brooklyn gangstas
- fiery Latinos with attitude
- our own local badasses, no flags attached
- some hardcore Taliban or Mujahideen fighters

And for 183 straight episodes, these crews battle it out to claim the turf, argue over whose god is the real deal, and hash out all the gritty shit that defines life. I’d binge the hell outta this chaos. Just can’t nail a name for it yet.

😐 - What a load of crap
🤣 - Hell yeah, I’d stream this madness
#realitytv #survivalshow #cultureclash #epicbattle

I strutted into my date with those naughty little vaginal balls tucked inside, ready for some mischief. My charming companion turned out to be a damn comedian, cracking jokes and sending me into fits of laughter the entire way. And guess what? Those sneaky balls buzz like crazy with every giggle! You should’ve seen me—cackling my head off while climaxing, and climaxing while losing it in laughter. Pure, unadulterated chaos!
#naughtyvibes #datenightgonewild #laughandclimax #unfilteredfun

She straight-up told me to my face. I was boring as hell. Same old routine—tea every damn morning, movies every freaking night, flowers once a week like clockwork. She craved chaos, the unknown. So, she hooked up with some shady dealer from the train station, bolted to St. Petersburg with him, and got wild, screwing around with three dudes at a rager. I found out through her friend, who even accidentally flashed me the damn photos. The dumbest part? I spent a whole month after that obsessing over whether I could win her back—and how.
#drama #heartbreak #wtf #toxic

I’m stuck in a dull, soul-crushing apartment block, and the jackass across the hall is the epitome of trash—rolling up in his damn "Mazda" and hogging two parking spots like he owns the freaking lot. Tried talking to him like a civilized human, begged, left polite little notes—guess what? He doesn’t give a rat’s ass. Now I’m plotting my next move, and I’m open to some savage ideas.

🤣 - Slash one of his precious tires and watch him squirm.
🌭 - Smear something nasty on his door handle, a little “gift” for his arrogance.
👍 - Why choose? Let’s go full chaos and do it all!
#neighborsfromhell #pettyrevenge #savage #parkingwars

We’ve got this old hag living with us, a real disgrace to the family. She’s lost her damn mind, full-on senile. Some days, she’s hurling pillows off the balcony like a deranged sniper. Other times, she’s tossing bags of pure filth—shit or piss, take your pick—down at the world below. Absolute chaos!
#crazygrandma #senileantics #wtf #familydrama

P21. I’m grinding away at a car repair shop, elbow-deep in grease. Was changing oil for this chick, and damn, she caught my eye. We swapped digits, and soon enough, I rolled up to her place straight from the shop for a movie night. She mentioned living solo, so we cracked open some beers, and shit got wild fast.
By the way, she had these two yapping Chihuahuas, annoying as hell, barking their tiny heads off. And right in the middle of the action, those demon dogs go absolutely berserk, shrieking through the whole damn apartment. Then I hear it—a key turning in the lock.
A shadowy figure looms in the hallway. It’s her freakin’ grandpa. The old man instantly smells trouble, spotting my grimy-ass slippers smeared with engine oil. “What the fuck, who’s this filthy bastard you dragged in now?” he booms, his voice shaking the walls.
Next thing I know, I’m tossed out on my ass, half-drunk, stumbling back home. I deleted her number, and now I’m torn.
🤣 - Swing by her place again and keep the chaos going.
😐 - Screw it, ghost her, and hunt for someone new.
#drama #wtf #awkward #hookups

So, I once dared to dive into the heart-pounding chaos of a horror quest, and there she was—a petite, wiry actress who looked like she could barely lift a feather. But damn, did she surprise me! With a savage grin, she flipped me over her hip like I was nothing but a ragdoll, and hell, I was hooked right then and there.

Determined to know more about this fierce little beast, I tracked her down through mutual contacts. We set up a meet, and I rolled up to pick her up that evening, adrenaline still buzzing from our first clash. But fuck, what a letdown—she turned out to be a gold-digging, nose-in-the-air snob. Talk about a crash and burn... or maybe, just maybe, I dodged a bullet.
#horrorquest #badassbitch #datingfail #RealityCheck

Five years back, I embarked on a wild pilgrimage to St. Petersburg to witness my favorite band tear up the stage. A broke-ass student, I crashed at a gritty hostel for the night. Fate had it that I claimed a room solo, no other chicks around, while the adjoining den housed three rugged dudes. We hit it off instantly—half the night spent puffing smokes, chugging cheap booze, and strumming a beat-up guitar. Then, something feral snapped inside me. I made the first move, throwing myself into the chaos. Yeah, you know where this is headed. That raw, unhinged night marked my one and only dive into group madness. Now, I’m the picture-perfect wife and mom, but damn, that memory burns hot and unforgettable!
#wildnight #rebelliouspast #unforgettable #nocontrol

Alright, let me lay down this wild tale for ya. I rolled up to my boys’ spot for a straight-up drinking binge. One of the crew lives there with his chick, plus another homie was chilling. So, the dude with the girl didn’t touch a drop—had to clock in the next day—but his lady? Oh, she was slamming shots with me and the other guy like there’s no tomorrow. We went hard, demolishing six bottles of vodka between the three of us. Absolute chaos! Eventually, my drinking buddy passed out cold, leaving just me and the girl to polish off the last of the booze. Next thing I know, my hands are all over her, and she’s feeling me up too. We ended up locking lips, full-on making out in a drunken haze. But something deep inside—maybe a shred of bro code or the fact that her man’s my boy and a goddamn beast of a fighter—stopped me from taking it further.

Morning comes, and she’s got no clue what went down. I figured I’d keep my trap shut too. Problem is, now she’s haunting my dreams every friggin’ night. I’m obsessed, can’t get her outta my head. Hell, I’m even swinging by the boys’ place just to chat her up. And yo, I’m catching vibes from her—little signs she’s into me too.

So, I’m tossing this out to the squad: do I bury this shit and move on, or do I make a move and risk it all?

👍 - Bury it and bounce
🌭 - Go for broke
#drama #forbiddenlust #brocode #riskitall

Here's the raw deal, I hooked up with my buddy’s chick way back when they were just starting to date. Blew my load and kept it hush. Now their relationship’s a damn trainwreck—he’s venting to me about her coming home late from work, hiding her phone, acting all shady. I straight-up told him, “Bro, she’s probably cheating on you…” and the dude nearly smashed my face in. I’ve got the receipts, man—videos of her going down like a pro.

😢 - Screw it, keep my mouth shut
👍 - Show him the proof and watch the chaos unfold
#drama #betrayal #secrets #savage

📌 Day 49: Conquering Bureaucracy and Code - A College Survival Story

After surviving what I'm diplomatically calling "bureaucracy week" (translation: a seven-day nightmare of bank emails and registration chaos), I finally managed to do what I came to college for - actually study.

The Morning That Almost Worked
Woke up at 7 AM. Yes, you read that right. My amb...

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So, just the other night, I hit up a club, wild and ready for chaos.
Everything went down as expected—rolled in with my crew, rolled out with a chick.
We get to her place, and while she’s freshening up in the shower, I decide to snoop around her pad.
Spot a mysterious locked room, and curiosity gets the better of me. I think, “Hell, while I’m waiting, let’s see what dirty secrets she’s hiding.”
Man, when I cracked that door open, I damn near lost my mind!
First thing I see is this seductive, moody lighting, then—bam—tables lined with dicks, from tiny 10cm toys to a monster that looked like a frickin’ leg!
Bottles of lube everywhere, and the kicker? A full arsenal of hardcore BDSM gear.
I’m standing there, jaw on the floor, thinking, “This chick’s unhinged!”
By the time she steps out of the shower, I’m already halfway out the door, hopping in the car with my boys, laughing my ass off over the insanity I just witnessed.

For those wondering:
Nah, I didn’t ditch my bros, lol. They practically shoved me out the door with her since I’m always buried in work and barely get to hang with them.
#wtfmoment #crazyfinds #bdsmvibes #wildnight

I’m struttin’ through the city, and there’s this grimy glass bottle drop-off spot stinking up the street. Nearby, a bunch of down-and-outers are clutching their crusty bottles, and a wild-ass scene is about to go down.

A ragged couple—him and her—shuffle up to the little window. The cashier, some miserable bastard, snaps from behind the glass, “No bottle returns today, get lost!”

The dude, pissed as hell, yanks a bottle outta his nasty bag and—BAM!—cracks it right over his lady’s head. She screeches like a banshee, “What the fuck for?!”

And he just shrugs, spitting out, “Well, what the hell else am I supposed to do?!”
#streetlife #chaos #wtf #gritty