A man’s enemies will be those of his own household." My wharfie dad lived by it. He taught me to punch walls (find the stud first) and how to never love again ("That awful feeling? Never feel that."). A raw eulogy to a man who saw women as disposable and violence as efficient. This episode unbuilds the lessons of a fist-happy life. DARK. BRUTAL. CLICK WITH CAUTION.

The High-Functioning Ogre: Addiction masked depression; sobriety built a beautiful prison. Step Zero reveals the monster running the show is competence. Therapy's useless—feelings are marketing budgets. Kill the part that needs peace. Bleed better.

Dating’s not broken—it’s a savage meritocracy. Women gatekeep, men evolve or die. My therapist says it’s toxic. You decide. #PhuctFables

AI resurrects dead relationships with “RE-LUV” — a satirical potion of Desperationium, Validatium, and Fuckitol. Black comedy on love’s electric delusion.

A Booze-soaked eulogy to a brutal wharfie dad: fists, blood, misogyny, and the lesson “never love again.”

A TV therapy scene sparks a rant—then a confession. What starts as “Why do screenwriters hate therapists?” explodes into a raw, NSFW tale of swinger sites, Tinder takeovers, gagging blowjobs, and “reclaiming” sex with another man’s cum as lube. When the underpaid counsellor panics and the girlfriend storms out, the session—and the relationship—ends in one savage “Fuck this.” Dark, filthy, and brutally funny

A raw meditation on desire, damage, and the long hangover of running from yourself. One man traces the wreckage of sex without feeling, the quiet discipline of love that doesn’t save you, and the uneasy truce between freedom and fidelity. Equal parts confession and eulogy for his former self—this is what happens when the chase ends, and the ghosts stay.

Unhappy Women”
[Sound cue: Flickering neon hum, soft rain on asphalt.]
Welcome to Phuct Fables / Twisted Tales, Episode 8. I’m Steve C., slicing through life’s lies.
Today’s fable? Unhappy Women. A raw tale of what not to do.
[Sound cue: Knife chops vegetables, faint sniffle.]
They passed through me like storms, each thinking she was the cure. Medicated. Furious. Fragile. All praying: Fix me by changing you. They didn’t want me—just the story of me. The broken boy turned safe man.
I played along. Mimicked presence. Spoke therapy. Their pain was my mirror, their contempt my punishment.
[Sound cue: Car door slams, rain fades.]
I collected them like empty pill bottles. Their poems, ultimatums, glovebox souvenirs. When their light caught my lies, I gave tender goodbyes. “It’s not you, it’s me.” Not betrayal—growth.
[Sound cue: Ocean wind, single piano note.]
Unhappy Women. I didn’t mean to feed on them. But I didn’t stop either. All for the story, for the illusion of progress.
The moral? Beware the man who needs you.
[Sound cue: Neon hum cuts, rain lingers.]
Tune in to Episode 8 for a reckoning, not redemption.

Dive into Phuct Fables / Twisted Tales with Steve C. as he dissects modern love’s delusions in this savage fairy tale, T'he Narcissist and You' Ever labeled an ex a ‘narcissist’ because they ghosted you? This episode rips apart the 2 a.m. psychology spirals, exposing why we pathologize indifference with brutal, deadpan truth. No monsters, no manipulators—just boredom. Join us for a raw autopsy of heartbreak, no anesthesia, and a mirror to face the sting of rejection head-on. Subscribe for more unfiltered fables that cut through life’s lies.

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