Have you read about Marjorie before? If so, continue, if not, here’s some context.
So, of course, Marjorie had a lot of other stories that I just couldn’t fit in because they just weren’t as bat shit crazy as the rest of her stories, but there was one that I remembered, and I thought, “My god, this would get me so many views and people might use these stories in work seminars to explain why you should avoid crazy—I SHOULD TOTALLY TELL IT!”
So, alas, here is the story of how Marjorie told me about how she threw a party on her yacht when her dad died.
Yes, you read that right.
Marjorie claimed to be a gold digger. However, I thought gold diggers were supposed to be extremely pretty and hot and pretty much super models, something that Marjorie wasn’t. She wasn’t ugly by any means, but she was fairly average looking, and on the heavier side. When I think gold diggers, I think more along the lines of Kate Upton.
However, she said that in her home state, she had a bunch of sports cars and sports boats, and even a yacht, because her sugar daddies and ex-husbands believed in taking care of her in the best possible way.
At this point, I figured that she must be delusional, but I smiled and let her continue her bat shit craziness.
She told me that her dad was a military officer and she had 5 or six siblings, I forget honestly. She said that she and her siblings all hated their dad, but before she told me that, she said that her dad died a few years ago.
I told her I was sorry and her response was something along the lines of, “Oh it’s no big. We all had a huge boat party to celebrate when he died. We were so drunk! It was so crazy!”
When I gave her a look of horror, she went on to explain. “Oh, my dad was a total asshole. We hated him. So we had a big party on my yacht to celebrate him dying.”
Because, you know, that’s what you do when someone dies. Have a party on a yacht.
She went on to explain all the things that they did on her yacht, and how they all did their greek mythology worship, which to me made no sense. A friend of mine who is extremely well versed in greek mythology laughed quite a bit when I told her Marjorie’s “religious beliefs” because Marjorie was totally and completely misinformed about what each god represented. Also, it was increasingly difficult to follow her stories, they kept changing. I’m sure if she told that story now, the party would have been on her own private cruise ship, because her sugar daddy owned Princess Cruises or something like that.
I don’t know, I just know that the stories seemed to never end.
What is the craziest thing you’ve heard people do when someone dies? Did you enjoy the stories about Marjorie? Let me know in the comments!