• Announcements

    • Zapata

      Abbreviated rules   07/28/2017

      Underdawg did an excellent job of explaining the rules.  Here's the simplified version: Don't insinuate Pedo.  Warning and or timeout for a first offense.  PermaFlick for any subsequent offenses Don't out members.  See above for penalties.  Caveat:  if you have ever used your own real name or personal information here on the forums since, like, ever - it doesn't count and you are fair game. If you see spam posts, report it to the mods.  We do not hang out in every thread 24/7 If you see any of the above, report it to the mods by hitting the Report button in the offending post.   We do not take action for foul language, off-subject content, or abusive behavior unless it escalates to persistent stalking.  There may be times that we might warn someone or flick someone for something particularly egregious.  There is no standard, we will know it when we see it.  If you continually report things that do not fall into rules #1 or 2 above, you may very well get a timeout yourself for annoying the Mods with repeated whining.  Use your best judgement. Warnings, timeouts, suspensions and flicks are arbitrary and capricious.  Deal with it.  Welcome to anarchy.   If you are a newbie, there are unwritten rules to adhere to.  They will be explained to you soon enough.  

Archived

This topic is now archived and is closed to further replies.

LostDaggerboard

Hey Bro, You Don't Fucking Sail.

Recommended Posts

If any of you didn't know this, I got to a ritzy private school in Rhode Island. It's not Ivy and it's called a University, so it's easy to weed out which one it is. Here, we have a wonderful 70:30 ratio of guys to girls and of those guys, you come across most of the typical, college stereotypes that you'd encountered in my generation. You have the lax bro, with his calf-high socks, New Balance 574's, and some tattered mesh tanktop he got at lacrosse camp back in high school. You have the "swag" boys, with their overpriced Supreme clothing, New Era fitted/snapback, and some pair of Jordan's that my modest 2-week work study paycheck could afford. You have the typical Long Island prep, which his Ralph Lauren polos, his Vineyard Vines printed shorts (with those stupid fucking whales on them), and a pair of Sperry's. While all of these are intolerable, the "prep" makes me the most angry.

 

Just as I said before, I have a work study job. I work in the IT department, in laptop repairs. Essentially, it's glorified help desk shit, but we're a tier above the actual "Help Desk" and I get a lot of homework done sitting in the basement here, so I actually have no problems with it. But just today, one of these douchesloops comes in with a "problem". Still wearing his neon party sunglasses he got as a freebie from last year's Spring Weekend and some Croakies on the back, he plops his laptop down and says, "Wassup bro, I think I got a virus." Of course you have a virus, you probably spend your free time cruising asian ass porn when your roommates in class. This is all a procedure for me, so I get his info, slap a call ticket on it, and tell him he's good to go. As he's walking out, I notice a Mt. Gay hat attached to the loop on his backpack. I said, "hey, what regatta is that from?" He glances at me, flustered like a 12-year old opening his first Hustler, and says, "Oh, I don't know, I found it at my house."

 

Now, if you're going to try and be someone you're not, then you damn well play it off as well as you can. Seriously, there are about 3 dozen white boys that go here who truly believe their black and were raised in some sort of project, but at least they can walk the staggered pimp walk and talk the nonsense poor grammar talk. But why, why in the world would you find that hat and think, yeah, I have the right to wear this. At least bullshit it, at least read the fucking name of the goddamn regatta on the hat so you can at least tell someone who asks. The red hat isn't an accessory you grab from your Dad's closet, see a rum brand on it, and think, "Yes, this will go very well with my faded yellow shorts and an Abercrombie button-down." I was never one to get pissed off at this sort of thing, but that's just inane. I don't go around and advertise that I sail, because honestly, it's something that I'm proud of. I can count the occasions on my hand the number of times someone has asked me about a regatta shirt or the like, and it's nice to find out that someone else that goes to this shit-hole actually participates in sailing, but to go around and tell people you are something that you're not? Blows my mind.

 

But I suppose it would be hypocritical of me to say I've never done this. Before I actually screwed my head on straight and realized how much of condescending faggot I was, I was what you'd call a "hipster" in high school. Never to the point where I wore the black frame Ray-Ban glasses and worshipped the almighty Apple products, but more to where I listened to Joy Division a little too much and wore Vans checkered slip-ons. But that was a long time ago and goddamn, I would have beaten the shit out of old me. But everyone has that phase I suppose...

 

Just when you thought this was over, the kid comes back to pick up his virus-ridden computer (which there was actually a slew of porn in his recently visited history, ranging from some interracial DP, because the prick probably likes getting his sword crossed) and low and behold, guess who just stepped off his Melges...Captain Dickshitter. Mt. Gay hat still swinging from his North Face backpack but now, he's wearing a Slam technical cap. I don't even acknowledge his presence, I'm too busy typing something else, but he stands there for a good 30 seconds until I look up and say, "yes?" Oh, he's here to pick up his computer, well alright, let me get that for you. "Thank bro, what was wrong with it?" Just giving me an open door, alright. I respond, "Well, you had a few nasty viruses from some adult websites, so we removed those for you and you're all set." Kid stares at me, I give him a glance and sit back down in my station, and these two girl on the couch start the typical giggle and whisper routine. Sorry, not sorry.

 

Damn, I need a stiff drink and summer break.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

"And now that I have said all this,

I must go see my therapist.

For I'm the very model of a

modern help desk masochist."

 

I get it. No one likes clueless poseurs. I hope this rant was useful to you.

 

By the way, "faggot" is still an insult for those not actually gay?

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Gripes? You are in college, for pete's sake. I know it might feel as if you have the burden's of the world are on your shoulders, but you really should make sure you enjoy this particular period in your life. Because once you graduate, the paycheck will improve but everything else will be a down hill slide.

 

College was fricken awesome. Even with the classes, tests, homework, competition for some strange, and even the cliques. What ever the hell we called them back in the stone age.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I've got a blue Mt. Gay t-shirt that I didn't 'win'. Tuff shit. But I've heard the worse thing you can do is walk into a bar wearing military insignia that you never earned. Which will result in an ass-douching about 60% nicer than the one you'd have recieved from pretending to be a SEAL.....

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Gripes? You are in college, for pete's sake. I know it might feel as if you have the burden's of the world are on your shoulders, but you really should make sure you enjoy this particular period in your life. Because once you graduate, the paycheck will improve but everything else will be a down hill slide.

 

College was fricken awesome. Even with the classes, tests, homework, competition for some strange, and even the cliques. What ever the hell we called them back in the stone age.

 

You went to class? Oh, yes, I forgot that you needed that trophy...

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I've got a blue Mt. Gay t-shirt that I didn't 'win'. Tuff shit. But I've heard the worse thing you can do is walk into a bar wearing military insignia that you never earned. Which will result in an ass-douching about 60% nicer than the one you'd have recieved from pretending to be a SEAL.....

an nonbody weares USMC stuffe....evere, unlesse of corse you were. :)

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

By the way, "faggot" is still an insult for those not actually gay?

 

Yeah...it's a bundle of sticks, I know. Lot of guys take offense to it, I was just running out of creative names.

 

Gripes? You are in college, for pete's sake. I know it might feel as if you have the burden's of the world are on your shoulders, but you really should make sure you enjoy this particular period in your life. Because once you graduate, the paycheck will improve but everything else will be a down hill slide.

 

College was fricken awesome. Even with the classes, tests, homework, competition for some strange, and even the cliques. What ever the hell we called them back in the stone age.

 

Trust me RM, I'm enjoying the hell out of it. Small things like that just test me, that's all.

 

I've got a blue Mt. Gay t-shirt that I didn't 'win'. Tuff shit. But I've heard the worse thing you can do is walk into a bar wearing military insignia that you never earned. Which will result in an ass-douching about 60% nicer than the one you'd have recieved from pretending to be a SEAL.....

 

10000% agree. This is minor in the big scheme of things.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Gripes? You are in college, for pete's sake. I know it might feel as if you have the burden's of the world are on your shoulders, but you really should make sure you enjoy this particular period in your life. Because once you graduate, the paycheck will improve but everything else will be a down hill slide.

 

College was fricken awesome. Even with the classes, tests, homework, competition for some strange, and even the cliques. What ever the hell we called them back in the stone age.

 

You went to class? Oh, yes, I forgot that you needed that trophy...

frends foure evere :)

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I have about 50 mt gay hats that I'd love to get rid of - think there is a market selling them to these rich prepschool douches? I'm sure daddy wouldnt miss the $50.

 

I'm serious.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I have about 50 mt gay hats that I'd love to get rid of - think there is a market selling them to these rich prepschool douches? I'm sure daddy wouldnt miss the $50.

 

I'm serious.

 

These kids will buy anything. I helped a guy last semester sell t-shirts of Jack Daniel's and Absolut vodka bottle that said "Bryant" instead of the real logo for $20 a pop, costs $7 a piece to print 'em

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Shit thanks for the info on how the R.I. educational land scape has changed from a social point for view. You should be glad you have such posser amongst your mist. This will help you score more with the laddies. Hint chic don't fucking care if you sail or not. Only if they are in to sailing will it matter. I always found the girls who didnt sail smelled nicer had better undies. Hint get out of the Basement. The basement is no good.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

yes

 

No typo for Snaggy! Wow.

 

DDE, your typos notwithstanding, that was funny.

 

Generations change, the crap we endure in school with cliques stay the same. Humans are strange.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

It would be semi-alright if the brotastic lax-douches were at least interesting to hold a conversation with. Sadly I've yet to have an interaction with one that didn't result in a few of my brain cells offing themselves out of misery. Utterly dully, boring, communications majors with the intellectual power of boiled cabbage and just as much flavor.

 

 

I try to avoid that particular variety of failed genetic mutation as much as possible. Sorry you had to fall into the vortex.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

It would be semi-alright if the brotastic lax-douches were at least interesting to hold a conversation with. Sadly I've yet to have an interaction with one that didn't result in a few of my brain cells offing themselves out of misery. Utterly dully, boring, communications majors with the intellectual power of boiled cabbage and just as much flavor.

 

 

I try to avoid that particular variety of failed genetic mutation as much as possible. Sorry you had to fall into the vortex.

 

 

Good onya. Now that you finally realize that you are indeed special......wanna go gun shopping some day?.....

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Shit thanks for the info on how the R.I. educational land scape has changed from a social point for view. You should be glad you have such posser amongst your mist. This will help you score more with the laddies. Hint chic don't fucking care if you sail or not. Only if they are in to sailing will it matter. I always found the girls who didnt sail smelled nicer had better undies. Hint get out of the Basement. The basement is no good.

 

You would think that!! In fact the opposite is true. Somehow here in the northeast the lax bro has apparently risen to the pinnacle of sexual virility. You would think that each and every one of them were the last man on earth when you realize how much tail they're getting... it's unreal. I've seen non-lacrosse players throw down the better part of 100 dollars for rejected team gear (wrong color) so that they could wear them out at bars and parties to score chicks.

 

It would be semi-alright if the brotastic lax-douches were at least interesting to hold a conversation with. Sadly I've yet to have an interaction with one that didn't result in a few of my brain cells offing themselves out of misery. Utterly dully, boring, communications majors with the intellectual power of boiled cabbage and just as much flavor.

 

 

I try to avoid that particular variety of failed genetic mutation as much as possible. Sorry you had to fall into the vortex.

 

 

Good onya. Now that you finally realize that you are indeed special......wanna go gun shopping some day?.....

 

Yes. Time to thin the herd.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Shit thanks for the info on how the R.I. educational land scape has changed from a social point for view. You should be glad you have such posser amongst your mist. This will help you score more with the laddies. Hint chic don't fucking care if you sail or not. Only if they are in to sailing will it matter. I always found the girls who didnt sail smelled nicer had better undies. Hint get out of the Basement. The basement is no good.

 

You would think that!! In fact the opposite is true. Somehow here in the northeast the lax bro has apparently risen to the pinnacle of sexual virility. You would think that each and every one of them were the last man on earth when you realize how much tail they're getting... it's unreal. I've seen non-lacrosse players throw down the better part of 100 dollars for rejected team gear (wrong color) so that they could wear them out at bars and parties to score chicks.

 

Depends who you're trying to attract. The girl I'm dating now absolutely despises the "bro" look and I caught the good side of a slap when I stepped outside in a Flow Society tank and flip-flops (as a joke).

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

First beach has it all. Where else can you see a girl come to the beach in high heels. The reason the lax bro scores so much more then you do is because he speaks their language. GET OUT OF THE BASEMENT.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Shit thanks for the info on how the R.I. educational land scape has changed from a social point for view. You should be glad you have such posser amongst your mist. This will help you score more with the laddies. Hint chic don't fucking care if you sail or not. Only if they are in to sailing will it matter. I always found the girls who didnt sail smelled nicer had better undies. Hint get out of the Basement. The basement is no good.

 

You would think that!! In fact the opposite is true. Somehow here in the northeast the lax bro has apparently risen to the pinnacle of sexual virility. You would think that each and every one of them were the last man on earth when you realize how much tail they're getting... it's unreal. I've seen non-lacrosse players throw down the better part of 100 dollars for rejected team gear (wrong color) so that they could wear them out at bars and parties to score chicks.

 

Depends who you're trying to attract. The girl I'm dating now absolutely despises the "bro" look and I caught the good side of a slap when I stepped outside in a Flow Society tank and flip-flops (as a joke).

 

I maintain that the only reason she's into you is that she's crazy 8 ways to sunday and you'll find out when things go all Fatal Attraction later on.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNfXdHJ6Knc

 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Shit thanks for the info on how the R.I. educational land scape has changed from a social point for view. You should be glad you have such posser amongst your mist. This will help you score more with the laddies. Hint chic don't fucking care if you sail or not. Only if they are in to sailing will it matter. I always found the girls who didnt sail smelled nicer had better undies. Hint get out of the Basement. The basement is no good.

 

heh.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

First beach has it all. Where else can you see a girl come to the beach in high heels. The reason the lax bro scores so much more then you do is because he speaks their language. GET OUT OF THE BASEMENT.

 

Since when did a series of grunts, growls and hand gestures become a language (outside of africa)?

 

The skanks who speak that language aren't remotely interesting which in turn makes then unattractive. Boring is a turn off.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I, for one, thought this was a funny thread. I'm not sure if I'm a former sailor or former Lacrosse player. I wear "Vanderbilt- Lacrosse" T-shirt when I work out, but apparently the 40+ yr/old divorcees don't yet know that makes me cool! :lol:

 

Seriously, though, I agree about the posers. Back in my day posers came in various stripes, but the psuedo preps were the worst. Most of them weren't even preps, but were dressing to look the part. This was the day of the Preppy Handbook. Sometimes you've just got to wonder how some people can go through life so shallow.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

post 80's mt gay hats are toolbag detection devices...sounds like it did its job

 

What then would your conclusion about a person with a hallway like this in their house?

 

qDcAF.jpg

 

Toolbag? Poser? Dick?

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Shit thanks for the info on how the R.I. educational land scape has changed from a social point for view. You should be glad you have such posser amongst your mist. This will help you score more with the laddies. Hint chic don't fucking care if you sail or not. Only if they are in to sailing will it matter. I always found the girls who didnt sail smelled nicer had better undies. Hint get out of the Basement. The basement is no good.

 

You would think that!! In fact the opposite is true. Somehow here in the northeast the lax bro has apparently risen to the pinnacle of sexual virility. You would think that each and every one of them were the last man on earth when you realize how much tail they're getting... it's unreal. I've seen non-lacrosse players throw down the better part of 100 dollars for rejected team gear (wrong color) so that they could wear them out at bars and parties to score chicks.

 

Depends who you're trying to attract. The girl I'm dating now absolutely despises the "bro" look and I caught the good side of a slap when I stepped outside in a Flow Society tank and flip-flops (as a joke).

 

I maintain that the only reason she's into you is that she's crazy 8 ways to sunday and you'll find out when things go all Fatal Attraction later on.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNfXdHJ6Knc

 

As a counter point if you have to date crazy ( and I recommend it at least once) college is the best place. Your car is shitty, you have nothing of real value so that when the time comes for the crazy to get out (and it will come) her taking a key or paint to your car just adds character. Additionally when she starts throwing shit around your place/dorm the fact that nothing she breaks is worth shit will be a comfort.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

post 80's mt gay hats are toolbag detection devices...sounds like it did its job

 

What then would your conclusion about a person with a hallway like this in their house?

 

qDcAF.jpg

 

Toolbag? Poser? Dick?

 

Someone with a really bad sense of style.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Shit thanks for the info on how the R.I. educational land scape has changed from a social point for view. You should be glad you have such posser amongst your mist. This will help you score more with the laddies. Hint chic don't fucking care if you sail or not. Only if they are in to sailing will it matter. I always found the girls who didnt sail smelled nicer had better undies. Hint get out of the Basement. The basement is no good.

 

You would think that!! In fact the opposite is true. Somehow here in the northeast the lax bro has apparently risen to the pinnacle of sexual virility. You would think that each and every one of them were the last man on earth when you realize how much tail they're getting... it's unreal. I've seen non-lacrosse players throw down the better part of 100 dollars for rejected team gear (wrong color) so that they could wear them out at bars and parties to score chicks.

 

Depends who you're trying to attract. The girl I'm dating now absolutely despises the "bro" look and I caught the good side of a slap when I stepped outside in a Flow Society tank and flip-flops (as a joke).

 

I maintain that the only reason she's into you is that she's crazy 8 ways to sunday and you'll find out when things go all Fatal Attraction later on.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNfXdHJ6Knc

 

As a counter point if you have to date crazy ( and I recommend it at least once) college is the best place. Your car is shitty, you have nothing of real value so that when the time comes for the crazy to get out (and it will come) her taking a key or paint to your car just adds character. Additionally when she starts throwing shit around your place/dorm the fact that nothing she breaks is worth shit will be a comfort.

 

My ex liked to accuse her previous boyfriends of molesting her. Most of the time the police were smart enough to see through it but sometimes they had to lawyer up.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

post 80's mt gay hats are toolbag detection devices...sounds like it did its job

 

What then would your conclusion about a person with a hallway like this in their house?

 

qDcAF.jpg

 

Toolbag? Poser? Dick?

 

Hoarder.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

First beach has it all. Where else can you see a girl come to the beach in high heels. The reason the lax bro scores so much more then you do is because he speaks their language. GET OUT OF THE BASEMENT.

 

Huffing West Systems lost it's cool in middle school, bro.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

post 80's mt gay hats are toolbag detection devices...sounds like it did its job

 

What then would your conclusion about a person with a hallway like this in their house?

 

qDcAF.jpg

 

Toolbag? Poser? Dick?

 

Someone with a really bad sense of style.

 

 

An unhetero interior designer in training?...

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

What then would your conclusion about a person with a hallway like this in their house?

 

qDcAF.jpg

 

Toolbag? Poser? Dick?

 

 

conclusion: interesting decoration technique, but not my style

 

 

 

 

random observation: you must be on the smaller end of the vertical spectrum

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

 

What then would your conclusion about a person with a hallway like this in their house?

 

qDcAF.jpg

 

Toolbag? Poser? Dick?

 

Yawn, I have shoe boxes full of em which is a better place for them IMO.

 

Just curious what do the conquest of the evening think of you decorating style?

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

.... New Balance 574's... Supreme clothing, New Era ...Ralph Lauren ...Vineyard Vines... Sperry's. ...Croakies ....

 

But I suppose it would be hypocritical of me....

Yeah.

 

When you're busting on the labels by name, that's not irony, that's envy.

 

I bet hat-boy with the porn is describing you to his buddies as "jealous, petty nerd trash."

 

He might not be wrong.

 

Like college office politics, college student gripes are so vicious because they are so meaningless..

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Just curious what do the conquest of the evening think of you decorating style?

 

The only thing with a vagina to step foot in that room is flyingtacks or someone's mother helping move them in.

 

Can't be pretty.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

 

 

You would think that!! In fact the opposite is true. Somehow here in the northeast the lax bro has apparently risen to the pinnacle of sexual virility. You would think that each and every one of them were the last man on earth when you realize how much tail they're getting... it's unreal. I've seen non-lacrosse players throw down the better part of 100 dollars for rejected team gear (wrong color) so that they could wear them out at bars and parties to score chicks.

 

Depends who you're trying to attract. The girl I'm dating now absolutely despises the "bro" look and I caught the good side of a slap when I stepped outside in a Flow Society tank and flip-flops (as a joke).

 

I maintain that the only reason she's into you is that she's crazy 8 ways to sunday and you'll find out when things go all Fatal Attraction later on.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNfXdHJ6Knc

 

As a counter point if you have to date crazy ( and I recommend it at least once) college is the best place. Your car is shitty, you have nothing of real value so that when the time comes for the crazy to get out (and it will come) her taking a key or paint to your car just adds character. Additionally when she starts throwing shit around your place/dorm the fact that nothing she breaks is worth shit will be a comfort.

 

My ex liked to accuse her previous boyfriends of molesting her. Most of the time the police were smart enough to see through it but sometimes they had to lawyer up.

 

Wait a minute...YOU have an ex? Get a hand amputated or something??

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I have to admit - I'm having a hard time dredging up a damn on this one.

 

My friends call it "having no fucks to give."

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

 

 

Depends who you're trying to attract. The girl I'm dating now absolutely despises the "bro" look and I caught the good side of a slap when I stepped outside in a Flow Society tank and flip-flops (as a joke).

 

I maintain that the only reason she's into you is that she's crazy 8 ways to sunday and you'll find out when things go all Fatal Attraction later on.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNfXdHJ6Knc

 

As a counter point if you have to date crazy ( and I recommend it at least once) college is the best place. Your car is shitty, you have nothing of real value so that when the time comes for the crazy to get out (and it will come) her taking a key or paint to your car just adds character. Additionally when she starts throwing shit around your place/dorm the fact that nothing she breaks is worth shit will be a comfort.

 

My ex liked to accuse her previous boyfriends of molesting her. Most of the time the police were smart enough to see through it but sometimes they had to lawyer up.

 

Wait a minute...YOU have an ex? Get a hand amputated or something??

 

 

Check to Penthouse bounced....

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Wait a minute...YOU have an ex? Get a hand amputated or something??

 

This is no great surprise, is it?

 

This one did inhabit the Shellie Gillespie zone though... Redhead.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Incorrect. Taken from on a knee to get it all in the shot.

 

6'4"

 

so do you duck walk down the hallway or just let that ish smack your melon while walking down the hall?

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Incorrect. Taken from on a knee to get it all in the shot.

 

6'4"

 

so do you duck walk down the hallway or just let that ish smack your melon while walking down the hall?

 

Get hit, but it's not my place so that's all fine.

 

Edit: You didn't think I was the tool/poser/dick did you?! :lol:

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Incorrect. Taken from on a knee to get it all in the shot.

 

6'4"

 

so do you duck walk down the hallway or just let that ish smack your melon while walking down the hall?

 

Get hit, but it's not my place so that's all fine.

 

Edit: You didn't think I was the tool/poser/dick did you?! :lol:

 

If the hat fits.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Doesn't anybody know how to give a wedgie anymore?

 

knowing the type of person I wouldn't be surprised if a wedgie was met with legal action from the family lawyer.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Re: OP -- It's a good thing he doesn't go to my old school. He'd have flipped his shit by now, but it would have made the ensuing rant far more amusing. There, we had a bar near campus called the "Wabash Yacht Club". It should be noted that the nearest navigable water was Lake Michigan -- over 90 miles away. Nicknamed "Stacks" by those who frequented it (apparently because you could find "stacks" of douchebags piled in there on any given night...nobody knows the real reason), it is/was a place to be avoided at all costs, unless orange skin, highlights, and more popped-collar polo shirts than you can count on guys who divide their time between the gym and the tanning salon is your thing. The place had a perpetual reek of vomit wafting out of the door, too.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

It would be semi-alright if the brotastic lax-douches were at least interesting to hold a conversation with. Sadly I've yet to have an interaction with one that didn't result in a few of my brain cells offing themselves out of misery. Utterly dully, boring, communications majors with the intellectual power of boiled cabbage and just as much flavor.

 

 

I try to avoid that particular variety of failed genetic mutation as much as possible. Sorry you had to fall into the vortex.

 

havent you put your mt. gay hats through the wash to make them look more worn out because you said that would make you look cooler than wearing a brand new one?

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

It would be semi-alright if the brotastic lax-douches were at least interesting to hold a conversation with. Sadly I've yet to have an interaction with one that didn't result in a few of my brain cells offing themselves out of misery. Utterly dully, boring, communications majors with the intellectual power of boiled cabbage and just as much flavor.

 

 

I try to avoid that particular variety of failed genetic mutation as much as possible. Sorry you had to fall into the vortex.

 

havent you put your mt. gay hats through the wash to make them look more worn out because you said that would make you look cooler than wearing a brand new one?

 

I have never done that, just mused that it's a way to do so.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

It would be semi-alright if the brotastic lax-douches were at least interesting to hold a conversation with. Sadly I've yet to have an interaction with one that didn't result in a few of my brain cells offing themselves out of misery. Utterly dully, boring, communications majors with the intellectual power of boiled cabbage and just as much flavor.

 

 

I try to avoid that particular variety of failed genetic mutation as much as possible. Sorry you had to fall into the vortex.

 

havent you put your mt. gay hats through the wash to make them look more worn out because you said that would make you look cooler than wearing a brand new one?

 

I have never done that, just mused that it's a way to do so.

 

 

Well, you could always marinate it in dingy puke....

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

What then would your conclusion about a person with a hallway like this in their house?

 

qDcAF.jpg

 

Toolbag? Poser? Dick?

 

Yawn, I have shoe boxes full of em which is a better place for them IMO.

 

Just curious what do the conquest of the evening think of you decorating style?

 

He will have to get back with you on that question. Once he has a conquest.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Wait a minute...YOU have an ex? Get a hand amputated or something??

 

This is no great surprise, is it?

 

This one did inhabit the Shellie Gillespie zone though... Redhead.

 

 

Too bad about Pillpants. Maybe next time.

 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

If any of you didn't know this, I got to a ritzy private school in Rhode Island. It's not Ivy and it's called a University, so it's easy to weed out which one it is. Here, we have a wonderful 70:30 ratio of guys to girls and of those guys, you come across most of the typical, college stereotypes that you'd encountered in my generation. You have the lax bro, with his calf-high socks, New Balance 574's, and some tattered mesh tanktop he got at lacrosse camp back in high school. You have the "swag" boys, with their overpriced Supreme clothing, New Era fitted/snapback, and some pair of Jordan's that my modest 2-week work study paycheck could afford. You have the typical Long Island prep, which his Ralph Lauren polos, his Vineyard Vines printed shorts (with those stupid fucking whales on them), and a pair of Sperry's. While all of these are intolerable, the "prep" makes me the most angry.

 

Just as I said before, I have a work study job. I work in the IT department, in laptop repairs. Essentially, it's glorified help desk shit, but we're a tier above the actual "Help Desk" and I get a lot of homework done sitting in the basement here, so I actually have no problems with it. But just today, one of these douchesloops comes in with a "problem". Still wearing his neon party sunglasses he got as a freebie from last year's Spring Weekend and some Croakies on the back, he plops his laptop down and says, "Wassup bro, I think I got a virus." Of course you have a virus, you probably spend your free time cruising asian ass porn when your roommates in class. This is all a procedure for me, so I get his info, slap a call ticket on it, and tell him he's good to go. As he's walking out, I notice a Mt. Gay hat attached to the loop on his backpack. I said, "hey, what regatta is that from?" He glances at me, flustered like a 12-year old opening his first Hustler, and says, "Oh, I don't know, I found it at my house."

 

Now, if you're going to try and be someone you're not, then you damn well play it off as well as you can. Seriously, there are about 3 dozen white boys that go here who truly believe their black and were raised in some sort of project, but at least they can walk the staggered pimp walk and talk the nonsense poor grammar talk. But why, why in the world would you find that hat and think, yeah, I have the right to wear this. At least bullshit it, at least read the fucking name of the goddamn regatta on the hat so you can at least tell someone who asks. The red hat isn't an accessory you grab from your Dad's closet, see a rum brand on it, and think, "Yes, this will go very well with my faded yellow shorts and an Abercrombie button-down." I was never one to get pissed off at this sort of thing, but that's just inane. I don't go around and advertise that I sail, because honestly, it's something that I'm proud of. I can count the occasions on my hand the number of times someone has asked me about a regatta shirt or the like, and it's nice to find out that someone else that goes to this shit-hole actually participates in sailing, but to go around and tell people you are something that you're not? Blows my mind.

 

But I suppose it would be hypocritical of me to say I've never done this. Before I actually screwed my head on straight and realized how much of condescending faggot I was, I was what you'd call a "hipster" in high school. Never to the point where I wore the black frame Ray-Ban glasses and worshipped the almighty Apple products, but more to where I listened to Joy Division a little too much and wore Vans checkered slip-ons. But that was a long time ago and goddamn, I would have beaten the shit out of old me. But everyone has that phase I suppose...

 

Just when you thought this was over, the kid comes back to pick up his virus-ridden computer (which there was actually a slew of porn in his recently visited history, ranging from some interracial DP, because the prick probably likes getting his sword crossed) and low and behold, guess who just stepped off his Melges...Captain Dickshitter. Mt. Gay hat still swinging from his North Face backpack but now, he's wearing a Slam technical cap. I don't even acknowledge his presence, I'm too busy typing something else, but he stands there for a good 30 seconds until I look up and say, "yes?" Oh, he's here to pick up his computer, well alright, let me get that for you. "Thank bro, what was wrong with it?" Just giving me an open door, alright. I respond, "Well, you had a few nasty viruses from some adult websites, so we removed those for you and you're all set." Kid stares at me, I give him a glance and sit back down in my station, and these two girl on the couch start the typical giggle and whisper routine. Sorry, not sorry.

 

Damn, I need a stiff drink and summer break.

 

cool-story-bro-1312668009-9421.jpg

 

Tonight's homework: Photoshop a Mt. Gay hat on this dude, and FOR FUCK'S SAKE understand the difference between there/their/they're.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

random observation: you must be on the smaller end of the vertical spectrum

 

Incorrect. Taken from on a knee to get it all in the shot.

 

6'4"

 

 

Soooo, you were on your knees in some guy's hat shrine...

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

random observation: you must be on the smaller end of the vertical spectrum

 

Incorrect. Taken from on a knee to get it all in the shot.

 

6'4"

 

 

Soooo, you were on your knees in some guy's hat shrine...

 

Mt Gay, its more then just a rum. Its a lifestyle choice/

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

random observation: you must be on the smaller end of the vertical spectrum

 

Incorrect. Taken from on a knee to get it all in the shot.

 

6'4"

 

 

Soooo, you were on your knees in some guy's hat shrine...

 

 

 

:lol:.......

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
and FOR FUCK'S SAKE understand the difference between there/their/they're.

 

Not sure what you're talking about, didn't find a mistake in there. A few spelling errors, but that's just because I typed that shit fast.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

 

 

What then would your conclusion about a person with a hallway like this in their house?

 

 

I hear he is a dick.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

random observation: you must be on the smaller end of the vertical spectrum

 

Incorrect. Taken from on a knee to get it all in the shot.

 

6'4"

 

 

Soooo, you were on your knees in some guy's hat shrine...

 

The sheer number of hats... it got me all hot and bothered.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I have about 50 mt gay hats that I'd love to get rid of - think there is a market

 

I'm serious.

 

probably get you a dozen painted crayfish per hat in the Torres Islands of Vanuatu.....throw in a bar of soap and you might get two dozen

 

hope that helps mr serious

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

What then would your conclusion about a person with a hallway like this in their house?

 

qDcAF.jpg

 

Toolbag? Poser? Dick?

conclusion: interesting decoration technique, but not my style

 

random observation: you must be on the smaller end of the vertical spectrum

.

Incorrect. Taken from on a knee to get it all in the shot.

 

6'4"

 

can you pan down to the Crocs ,

 

50 pair every color ?

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

The premise of this thread is gayer than a Mount Fucking Gay hat. Class let's review:

 

There are only four things the OP should be doing in college. Going to class or doing the bare minimum of study work to not get thrown out. Drinking. Getting laid or trying to get laid. Sleeping. Posting long-ass stories of some lax boy who has the wrong hat is so fucking pathetic that it is beyond pathetic. Get a fucking life.

 

Anyone who collects Mt Gay hats as a sign of their sailing prowess is a douchenozzle. Do you look up at those hats in your hallway and touch yourself in a meaningful way and think oh boy Russell Coouts here I come? What the fuck? Keeping a hat or two as a mememto of a great regatta, like the one you won, or the one that you banged the owner's daugher (or better, wife), sure, that's a prize. But a collection? Get a fucking life.

 

Over the years I have done an exhaustive statistical study and determined that 2% of the Mt-Gay-hat-wearing-population don't sail but seem to think they are somehow cooler due to their stolen hat; 2% actually sailed in some regatta and can wear the hat and look cool at the same time; and the other 94% think that they are the most awesome yachtsmen on the planet but in reality are the leeward runner trimmer on some hagged-out IOR shitbox. Or a fucking college kid who still thinks Mt Landt hats are cool.

 

As for getting a life, I have to go to my meaningless pointless job to eek out a living so that I can afford to go sailing, go drink beer with my mates and pretend that I am back in collge. If you are reading this, turn off your fucking computer, take off the Gay hat, and go outside and get some fresh air, sunshine and go sailing. But for the love of god, beer and pussy, stop fucking talking about what fucking hat some asshose is wearing.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

It would be semi-alright if the brotastic lax-douches were at least interesting to hold a conversation with. Sadly I've yet to have an interaction with one that didn't result in a few of my brain cells offing themselves out of misery. Utterly dully, boring, communications majors with the intellectual power of boiled cabbage and just as much flavor.

 

 

I try to avoid that particular variety of failed genetic mutation as much as possible. Sorry you had to fall into the vortex.

 

havent you put your mt. gay hats through the wash to make them look more worn out because you said that would make you look cooler than wearing a brand new one?

 

I have never done that, just mused that it's a way to do so.

 

 

Well, you could always marinate it in dingy puke....

 

Boot juice at the end of a full day of racing. Unzip boot slightly, take off foot and zip back up....especially the Gill neoprene ones......they retain boot juice nastiness like you wouldn't believe. Couple douses of that a week for a few months and your Mt Gay hat will look like its been through 3 Transpacs.

 

You're welcome Wes.......

 

Stang you should have known about this method..........dissappointed

 

I have around 40 of them as well. A collection started by my father from all the regattas he's been in, continued by my older brother and myself from various regattas. Ours are all regattas we've sailed in, though.

 

Don't worry about the posers, G, we know who we are and what we do. Fuck them if they want to be like us but can't.

 

Wait, hold up.

 

 

 

LH has had a girlfriend before??

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

The premise of this thread is gayer than a Mount Fucking Gay hat. Class let's review:

ok :)

There are only four things the OP should be doing in college. Going to class or doing the bare minimum of study work to not get thrown out. Drinking. Getting laid or trying to get laid. Sleeping. Posting long-ass stories of some lax boy who has the wrong hat is so fucking pathetic that it is beyond pathetic. Get a fucking life.

what op shoud be doing is up to hime. Teh saltie hoomere colores the grannier side coillege snappe shotte givene in thisse op-ed. :)

Anyone who collects Mt Gay hats as a sign of their sailing prowess is a douchenozzle. Do you look up at those hats in your hallway and touch yourself in a meaningful way and think oh boy Russell Coouts here I come? What the fuck? Keeping a hat or two as a mememto of a great regatta, like the one you won, or the one that you banged the owner's daugher (or better, wife), sure, that's a prize. But a collection? Get a fucking life.

what colletore shoud be doing is up to hime. His is of the beste sailores from W@LIS! :)

Over the years I have done an exhaustive statistical study and determined that 2% of the Mt-Gay-hat-wearing-population don't sail but seem to think they are somehow cooler due to their stolen hat; 2% actually sailed in some regatta and can wear the hat and look cool at the same time; and the other 94% think that they are the most awesome yachtsmen on the planet but in reality are the leeward runner trimmer on some hagged-out IOR shitbox. Or a fucking college kid who still thinks Mt Landt hats are cool.

stats same as lyes :)

As for getting a life, I have to go to my meaningless pointless job to eek out a living so that I can afford to go sailing, go drink beer with my mates and pretend that I am back in collge. If you are reading this, turn off your fucking computer, take off the Gay hat, and go outside and get some fresh air, sunshine and go sailing. But for the love of god, beer and pussy, stop fucking talking about what fucking hat some asshose is wearing.

we alle neede to sail more, halve a goode daye! :)

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Once again, the snags has spoken...............

 

Heed the words from the wise one

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Shit thanks for the info on how the R.I. educational land scape has changed from a social point for view. You should be glad you have such posser amongst your mist. This will help you score more with the laddies. Hint chic don't fucking care if you sail or not. Only if they are in to sailing will it matter. I always found the girls who didnt sail smelled nicer had better undies. Hint get out of the Basement. The basement is no good.

 

You would think that!! In fact the opposite is true. Somehow here in the northeast the lax bro has apparently risen to the pinnacle of sexual virility. You would think that each and every one of them were the last man on earth when you realize how much tail they're getting... it's unreal. I've seen non-lacrosse players throw down the better part of 100 dollars for rejected team gear (wrong color) so that they could wear them out at bars and parties to score chicks.

 

Depends who you're trying to attract. The girl I'm dating now absolutely despises the "bro" look and I caught the good side of a slap when I stepped outside in a Flow Society tank and flip-flops (as a joke).

 

I maintain that the only reason she's into you is that she's crazy 8 ways to sunday and you'll find out when things go all Fatal Attraction later on.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNfXdHJ6Knc

 

 

Coming from the boy whose only relationship in his life has been with his right hand, just how do you think you can give meaningful advice to a peer who actually has a girlfriend?

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

The premise of this thread is gayer than a Mount Fucking Gay hat. Class let's review:

 

There are only four things the OP should be doing in college. Going to class or doing the bare minimum of study work to not get thrown out. Drinking. Getting laid or trying to get laid. Sleeping. Posting long-ass stories of some lax boy who has the wrong hat is so fucking pathetic that it is beyond pathetic. Get a fucking life.

 

Anyone who collects Mt Gay hats as a sign of their sailing prowess is a douchenozzle. Do you look up at those hats in your hallway and touch yourself in a meaningful way and think oh boy Russell Coouts here I come? What the fuck? Keeping a hat or two as a mememto of a great regatta, like the one you won, or the one that you banged the owner's daugher (or better, wife), sure, that's a prize. But a collection? Get a fucking life.

 

Over the years I have done an exhaustive statistical study and determined that 2% of the Mt-Gay-hat-wearing-population don't sail but seem to think they are somehow cooler due to their stolen hat; 2% actually sailed in some regatta and can wear the hat and look cool at the same time; and the other 94% think that they are the most awesome yachtsmen on the planet but in reality are the leeward runner trimmer on some hagged-out IOR shitbox. Or a fucking college kid who still thinks Mt Landt hats are cool.

 

As for getting a life, I have to go to my meaningless pointless job to eek out a living so that I can afford to go sailing, go drink beer with my mates and pretend that I am back in collge. If you are reading this, turn off your fucking computer, take off the Gay hat, and go outside and get some fresh air, sunshine and go sailing. But for the love of god, beer and pussy, stop fucking talking about what fucking hat some asshose is wearing.

 

It's always entertaining when someone tries to act offended and post some sort of half-assed, inexplicit rant in order to 1-up the original post in a thread. Oh, your panties are in a bunch? Maybe you should untwist them and while you're fooling around in your undies, be sure to take a broom or a fucking dust buster to get all the damn sand out of your vagina. Yup, I didn't stutter cupcake, I said vagina. What's that? Never seen one in your life? That's alright, we can expect you to pursue that fantasy when you're too busy bone-lipping your mates. No need to pretend you're back in college, because that's what every pathetic middle-aged man does. He tries to hang out with younger guys, pretends to enjoy drinking shitty beer at the bar, hits on women that are half his age, and that's the liberty out of his meaningless pointless life to come play tough guy on the computer it took him 15 minutes to figure out to turn on. Don't you fret about not living your college days anymore, I'm sure by the way you probably pat yourself on the back for that limp-dick attempt at something maybe humorous, you're were always a push-over to begin with. Some day, you'll give up the "I boned the owner's daughter" dream, because you'll be that guy with the daughter soon enough once you find some sorry excuse for a wife and all your daughters will be butterfaces.

 

Cheers, mate.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

The premise of this thread is gayer than a Mount Fucking Gay hat. Class let's review:

 

There are only four things the OP should be doing in college. Going to class or doing the bare minimum of study work to not get thrown out. Drinking. Getting laid or trying to get laid. Sleeping. Posting long-ass stories of some lax boy who has the wrong hat is so fucking pathetic that it is beyond pathetic. Get a fucking life.

 

Anyone who collects Mt Gay hats as a sign of their sailing prowess is a douchenozzle. Do you look up at those hats in your hallway and touch yourself in a meaningful way and think oh boy Russell Coouts here I come? What the fuck? Keeping a hat or two as a mememto of a great regatta, like the one you won, or the one that you banged the owner's daugher (or better, wife), sure, that's a prize. But a collection? Get a fucking life.

 

Over the years I have done an exhaustive statistical study and determined that 2% of the Mt-Gay-hat-wearing-population don't sail but seem to think they are somehow cooler due to their stolen hat; 2% actually sailed in some regatta and can wear the hat and look cool at the same time; and the other 94% think that they are the most awesome yachtsmen on the planet but in reality are the leeward runner trimmer on some hagged-out IOR shitbox. Or a fucking college kid who still thinks Mt Landt hats are cool.

 

As for getting a life, I have to go to my meaningless pointless job to eek out a living so that I can afford to go sailing, go drink beer with my mates and pretend that I am back in collge. If you are reading this, turn off your fucking computer, take off the Gay hat, and go outside and get some fresh air, sunshine and go sailing. But for the love of god, beer and pussy, stop fucking talking about what fucking hat some asshose is wearing.

 

It's always entertaining when someone tries to act offended and post some sort of half-assed, inexplicit rant in order to 1-up the original post in a thread. Oh, your panties are in a bunch? Maybe you should untwist them and while you're fooling around in your undies, be sure to take a broom or a fucking dust buster to get all the damn sand out of your vagina. Yup, I didn't stutter cupcake, I said vagina. What's that? Never seen one in your life? That's alright, we can expect you to pursue that fantasy when you're too busy bone-lipping your mates. No need to pretend you're back in college, because that's what every pathetic middle-aged man does. He tries to hang out with younger guys, pretends to enjoy drinking shitty beer at the bar, hits on women that are half his age, and that's the liberty out of his meaningless pointless life to come play tough guy on the computer it took him 15 minutes to figure out to turn on. Don't you fret about not living your college days anymore, I'm sure by the way you probably pat yourself on the back for that limp-dick attempt at something maybe humorous, you're were always a push-over to begin with. Some day, you'll give up the "I boned the owner's daughter" dream, because you'll be that guy with the daughter soon enough once you find some sorry excuse for a wife and all your daughters will be butterfaces.

 

Cheers, mate.

 

 

Damn G, let it all out bud! :lol:

 

FYI, the whole banging the owners daughter thing doesn't usually end in your favor......just sayin. Wes you better take notes on what I just said.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

It would be semi-alright if the brotastic lax-douches were at least interesting to hold a conversation with. Sadly I've yet to have an interaction with one that didn't result in a few of my brain cells offing themselves out of misery. Utterly dully, boring, communications majors with the intellectual power of boiled cabbage and just as much flavor.

 

 

I try to avoid that particular variety of failed genetic mutation as much as possible. Sorry you had to fall into the vortex.

 

havent you put your mt. gay hats through the wash to make them look more worn out because you said that would make you look cooler than wearing a brand new one?

 

 

Nope, don't have one...B)

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites