Author Topic: The Social Ripcord/Eject Button -- share your tales.  (Read 11662 times)

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Re: The Social Ripcord/Eject Button -- share your tales.
« Reply #30 on: December 02, 2008, 04:49:47 PM »
A young skinhead-looking fella,


two crack smoking skins

Lot of skinheads in Rhode Island?

not so much any more. The nailgun guy was in seattle, and the brothers where in NY state though.

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Re: The Social Ripcord/Eject Button -- share your tales.
« Reply #31 on: December 02, 2008, 04:51:03 PM »
Thank you YELLOW CHAIR for this great topic. I think I might like to use it on the air tonight if that's cool with you.

Tom!

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« Reply #32 on: December 02, 2008, 05:02:48 PM »
Thank you YELLOW CHAIR for this great topic. I think I might like to use it on the air tonight if that's cool with you.

Tom!

No problem! Should be fun.

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Re: The Social Ripcord/Eject Button -- share your tales.
« Reply #33 on: December 02, 2008, 05:18:04 PM »
I was at a small Thanksgiving dinner once at a friend's apartment, when I approached the host and her neighbor and asked where I could find the washroom. The neighbor, a seemingly normal woman in maybe her early 30s (whom I had never met before, and had maybe said 5 words to up until then) says this:

"What're you gonna do in there?...(insert a long string of vocal fart sounds)"

I wasn't so much offended than I was bewildered.

The age doesn't quite fit, but I'm gonna go ahead and mentally cast the neighbor as Rear Window-era Thelma Ritter whenever I read this post, which will probably be daily.
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Re: The Social Ripcord/Eject Button -- share your tales.
« Reply #34 on: December 02, 2008, 05:35:02 PM »
A good friend of mine once told me that while in one of his annual trips to his motherland Germany, he and his German friend meditated for hours and a big ball of light floated into the room from outside the window and hovered between them for a minute and then faded away. He told me in all seriousness that this physically happened and I could tell that he wasn't joking. I lost a whole lot of respect for this guy right there and then but couldn't say anything because of our history. Instead, I just pretended to be amazed by his story.
"You want me to recognize you and I won't. I won't acknowledge you! I deny you. So you keep begging and begging. The door is slammed on you. I want nothing to do with you. You will die unrecognized by me."
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Re: The Social Ripcord/Eject Button -- share your tales.
« Reply #35 on: December 02, 2008, 05:48:45 PM »
Boyfriend eject button.
 I once dated a guy for about seven months while I was on the rebound from a severely trampled heart. He was a little wacky, but I found it refreshing at the time, I suppose.
We were at my friend's birthday party, having a grand time, when someone, in typical party fashion, picked up one of the guitars that was laying around and started playing "You're Just What I Needed" by the Cars. Everyone smiled and started singing along. My ex was not singing along. He rolled his eyes, then proceeded to pull the guitar out of this dudes hand, turn up the amp, and tell him "I play art rock, dude---watch out!"

ARGH UGG! EJECT!

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Re: The Social Ripcord/Eject Button -- share your tales.
« Reply #36 on: December 02, 2008, 06:28:19 PM »
Boyfriend eject button.
 I once dated a guy for about seven months while I was on the rebound from a severely trampled heart. He was a little wacky, but I found it refreshing at the time, I suppose.
We were at my friend's birthday party, having a grand time, when someone, in typical party fashion, picked up one of the guitars that was laying around and started playing "You're Just What I Needed" by the Cars. Everyone smiled and started singing along. My ex was not singing along. He rolled his eyes, then proceeded to pull the guitar out of this dudes hand, turn up the amp, and tell him "I play art rock, dude---watch out!"

ARGH UGG! EJECT!

Profoundly awful. I just disintegrated reading that.
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John Junk 2.0

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« Reply #37 on: December 02, 2008, 06:44:12 PM »
Boyfriend eject button.
 I once dated a guy for about seven months while I was on the rebound from a severely trampled heart. He was a little wacky, but I found it refreshing at the time, I suppose.
We were at my friend's birthday party, having a grand time, when someone, in typical party fashion, picked up one of the guitars that was laying around and started playing "You're Just What I Needed" by the Cars. Everyone smiled and started singing along. My ex was not singing along. He rolled his eyes, then proceeded to pull the guitar out of this dudes hand, turn up the amp, and tell him "I play art rock, dude---watch out!"

ARGH UGG! EJECT!

Profoundly awful. I just disintegrated reading that.

Seconded.

Here's a recent one, where I haven't really pulled the ripcord cause it's too complicated, but let's just say this guy's on notice inside my head.  My girlfriend and I were having another couple over for dinner.  The woman is someone my girlfriend is going to grad school with and the dude is her boyfriend who moved out here to be with her.  It's important to note that the dude is a pretty unassuming indie rock guy with semi-mod bowl cut and glasses.  It's like a week after the election.

ME: (jocular) So, did you guys go out and get hammered on Election Night and then have a hangover from hell like me?

DUDE:  Well, we didn't go out, but I passed out on the couch and pissed in my pants.

(Dude's Girlfriend gives him "How the Fuck Did You Think It Was Okay To Tell Them That" look)

ME:  Heyyyyyyyyyy.  Okay.

DUDE'S GIRLFRIEND:  yeah, you ruined my couch.

DUDE:

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Re: The Social Ripcord/Eject Button -- share your tales.
« Reply #38 on: December 02, 2008, 06:47:17 PM »
Guys, don't peak too early, this is all gold.
"How do they see you when there's no light?"

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Re: The Social Ripcord/Eject Button -- share your tales.
« Reply #39 on: December 02, 2008, 06:58:29 PM »
JJ, I think that guy sounds like someone whose friendship you should cultivate.  And I'm not joking.

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« Reply #40 on: December 02, 2008, 07:23:46 PM »
I figured I'd use that one on the board because it's literally toilet talk.

also, Sarah, I've already got a best friend who sleep walks when he drinks and does stuff like pees on the houseplants, thinking that he's outdoors and that they are trees.  A little less abject, and definitely more funny.

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Re: The Social Ripcord/Eject Button -- share your tales.
« Reply #41 on: December 02, 2008, 07:26:20 PM »
"I play art rock, dude---watch out!"

ARGH UGG! EJECT!


Haha!  That's freaking hilarious...  as long as your not the person dating him.

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« Reply #42 on: December 02, 2008, 07:32:58 PM »
"I play art rock, dude---watch out!"

ARGH UGG! EJECT!


Haha!  That's freaking hilarious...  as long as your not the person dating him.

My relationship with that dude was a serious of cringes. This was what tipped it over the edge.

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« Reply #43 on: December 02, 2008, 08:00:33 PM »
What does art-rock guitar playing even sound like that's so diametrically opposite to The Cars?

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« Reply #44 on: December 02, 2008, 08:25:04 PM »
I don't know. He liked the Cars but had a serious aversion to cover bands, which I got. But a dude at a party playing the guitar for fun?
This is a guy who entertained such friends such as a schizophrenic wannabe Mormon who gave him his prescription pills so that the two could drive around town high and crash his car into various medians. Also he would go out with other girls until five or six in the morning, and I'm pretty sure that he had sex with them. This is partly because every girl he introduced me to, he had slept with previously. Oh, and he set himself on fire once. On purpose. After I dumped him, he started dating a 17 year old. He's a winner.