Jolt Country

chris wrote: I mentioned that we had bought a house. He's all happy for me. I then tell him where it's located, and his reply was (in an incredibly snobby tone): "WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO LIVE ***THERE***???". Yeah, well, fuck you too.

I'm not sure if they're bachelors because of their personality, or if being a bachelor makes them like this. Doesn't much matter I suppose....it still sucks to have to tip-toe around folks like this.

Chris, you are one sensitive dude. If you hadn't run away from groucho crying like a little girl with a skinned knee, you would know that I am getting married in July.

You would also know from my posting recently that I have no qualms dispensing assholery by the pound.

And you'll be surprised to know that, despite the impending end to my bachelorhood, I would not hesitate to loudly and snottily ask why in the name of all that is holy someone would want to live in Irondequoit.

Bugs wrote:I would not hesitate to loudly and snottily ask why in the name of all that is holy someone would want to live in Irondequoit.

I would smile to Chris' face and say things like, "it's great that you're close to everything" . . . but I'd be laughing to myself and thinking, "what a loser".

What's wrong with this... "Irondequoit"?

PEOPLE, PLEASE... WE ARE STRAYING FROM TOPIC.

I SHALL TAKE A BRIDE, AND THAT BRIDE SHALL BE LUCY!!

Souffle of Pain wrote:What's wrong with this... "Irondequoit"?

Two words: white trash

Souffle of Pain wrote:What's wrong with this... "Irondequoit"?

Some would say it's a nightmare of (sub)urban (non)planning.

Is this where your "Nick's Thahou" is located? Jones had told me about three things from his hometown: Nick's, the House of Guitars and The Pizza Shack.

Last I knew he was trying to get his brother to send him back a Pizza Shack pizza through overnight FedEx. I logged on to www.creepingmaw.com and what do I see? Him trying to get Pinback to do the same thing with some yellow curry.
God damn if I had a woman cooking for me the last thing I'd try to do is get kitzchie shit platter sent to me through discount media mail.

Bugs wrote:Chris, you are one sensitive dude. If you hadn't run away from groucho crying like a little girl with a skinned knee, you would know that I am getting married in July.

Excuse me for saying this, but who the fuck are you? I don't recall any "Bugs" over on Groucho. And as for "running away", when the SysOp of a board basically tells you that you're no longer welcome there, one generally gets the hint and stops calling.

You would also know from my posting recently that I have no qualms dispensing assholery by the pound.

That would require me to actually read your posts.

And you'll be surprised to know that, despite the impending end to my bachelorhood, I would not hesitate to loudly and snottily ask why in the name of all that is holy someone would want to live in Irondequoit.

And let me guess....you live in Brighton?

Souffle of Pain wrote:What's wrong with this... "Irondequoit"?

Absolutely nothing, actually. However, there's a lot of misinformation around town (especially in the eastern suburbs) about Irondequoit. Lots of people seem to think that it's one step away from turning into downtown Detroit, and that sure as hell ain't the case.

Souffle of Pain wrote:Is this where your "Nick's Thahou" is located? Jones had told me about three things from his hometown: Nick's, the House of Guitars and The Pizza Shack.

Nick Tahou's is within Rochester's city limits, in (arguably) one of the worst parts of town. I've lived here all my life, and have NEVER felt the need to eat the shit food they serve.

The House of Guitars is here in Irondequoit, around the corner from my house actually. I could probably hit a golf ball off the roof of my house and put it through their front window. It's a very unique place.

Pizza Shack is, I would assume, in Hilton (where ICJ is from), which is a distant suburb NW of the city. I've never heard of it much less eaten one of their pizzas.

Nick Tahou's is within Rochester's city limits, in (arguably) one of the worst parts of town. I've lived here all my life, and have NEVER felt the need to eat the shit food they serve.

You must mean the one downtown. The other resides in Gates. where the uppity white folks live.Oh wait, thats Greece..


MMMMMmmmm, Nicks Good

think I'll have a garbage plae WITH cereal on top. Guess what cereal?


THE
FULL BELLY
AARDVARK

Aardvark.

You keep hinting that you have access to ICC cereal.

Is this true?

chris wrote:Excuse me for saying this, but who the fuck are you? I don't recall any "Bugs" over on Groucho.

Er... he was a poster since the dial-up days. Are you for real? Or is this some sort of SICK JOKE?

Even JONSEY wants him to FUCKING DIE now.

Go away, chris. We hate you.

We fucking HATE you.

Hey now, I didn't say that. I certainly don't remember using "Font colours," as phpBB so princingly puts it. I don't remember that at all. Some boldface? Sure... we've all been there. New town, a little hard-up for cash... you're just looking for a warm place to sleep. You might do some things that you'd regret, but who knows? Who are you going to tell?

It's all great and you eventually get your feet underneath you and you forget about those first few nights in the big city. Even meet a girl! Sure, she's just a waitress down at the Lion and Meatball and you're just a valet parker of cars, but you make it work! You both get home around one in the morning and share a little restaurant food and exchange stories of that crazy bitch at work or that cool Mustang you got to park.

Then one of you decides you should get tested. And all of a sudden you don't feel so good. That time you hadn't told anyone about and almost forgot when you first came into town? Well, you're shitting your pants thinking about it now.

God, if you could just make it pan out OK. If you could just intervene and not have had you catch anything and not passed it on to this lovely girl, ohhh God, you're so sorry you lapsed and you'll go to church and give some money to charity and what's this -- you don't have it? Hahhaa! Really? THAT'S AWESOME!! Oh thank God, thank you lord, thank God.

Hey honey how did it go for -- oh, what, now? You have what? Jesus Christ! You thought they eliminated that in the fucking Dark Ages! Sweet Fucking Christmas! Get away! Get away you fucking bold font using whore.

And colors, too!??? Sorry, "COLOURS"? You're taking the teflon pan and you can keep the rest. The teflon should be slippy enough to not be infected with that shit. God in heaven, how did you ever survive for so long?

Good riddance!

I do not have a good memory, I do not remember what happened to make some people dislike Chris.

Whatever it was, he's probably older and wiser (and wears more seatbelts) now.

Ice Cream Jonsey wrote: Er... he was a poster since the dial-up days. Are you for real? Or is this some sort of SICK JOKE?

No, I'm serious...I honestly don't remember any postings by "Bugs" over at Groucho. I mean no offense by it, but I just don't remember seeing any posts with his name on it.

Then again, it's been almost a year since I left that place. Maybe he started visiting there after I left?

pinback wrote:We hate you.

Come on, "hate" is such a strong word. I mean, chris can be rude and arrogant even when he's wrong, but where else (except google) would we get all those great woodworking tips.

chris wrote:Excuse me for saying this, but who the fuck are you? I don't recall any "Bugs" over on Groucho. And as for "running away", when the SysOp of a board basically tells you that you're no longer welcome there, one generally gets the hint and stops calling.

Zing!

Seriously, though, I see your knee still hurts. Sorry for picking at the scab.

That would require me to actually read your posts.

Durf, durf, durf... Yeah, no shit, Moneypenny. Hence my "skinned knee" metaphor above. I imagine it's hard to read posts through bitchy self-righteousness and welled-up, skinned knee-induced tears.

And let me guess....you live in Brighton?

Oy! Don't start sniping at other towns just because you managed to live in the one Rochester suburb that has bodies of water on no less than THREE sides and still manages to be a complete shithole.

LUCY UPDATE

First of all, get this stupid goddamn Rochester conversation out of my LOVE THREAD, you grubby New Yorkers.

Second of all...

Guess who stops by today for a little chatty-poo. Right?

So, we're talkin' about this, and that, and the other, and how it sucks being here and we need to find a way to get rich, and she's talking about, needs to find a sugar daddy or something, ha ha ha, just kidding... and she's fiddling with her ring and stuff... Well, that's my opening:

"Hey, did you get engaged over the weekend? Ha ha!"

Check this out:

"(Giggle) Oh no! Tee-hee, it just wasn't fitting on my middle finger anymore, so I moved it down one." Then she takes it off the ring finger and puts it on her middle finger, right there in front of me.

Tell me I ain't smooth like silk.

(Oh, and then, comes to find out she loves roller coasters.)

One has to consider all of this relatively good news. Certainly, no un-hatched chickens are ready to be counted, but you gotta think this is good news.