Hey asshole, who taught you to part like that? Fucker. :mad:
Ooh ooh! Do me next!
Ask you WHAT??? Huh? Huh?
What are YOU lookin’ at?
Yeah, that’s what your mom said too.
You speak as if the two are mutually exclusive. Nothing could be farther from the truth; in fact, they’re practically synonymous. Try driving here for a few days and you’ll see what I mean.
Ron. When did you become a Doper?
Ron is a cow-orker of mine who defines the word “asshole.”
Do you believe that you were born a complete and total asshole, or is being a complete and total asshole the result of a conscious choice you made?
I bet he commutes to downtown on the Katy Freeway.
Worse. 290. :mad:
Dear asshole:
I’m an IT guy, with plenty of opportunities to be an asshole (You think we’re really “busy” when we drag our feet on your requests? Hee hee.) But I don’t think I’m up for the whole nine asshole yards. How can I abuse my position to be more like you?
Thanks in advance for your invective.
-Bayard
I was born with the talent, but I had to cultivate it. As the great Bill Russell said, when asked if he thought blacks were better “natural athletes” than whites: Then what was I doing practicing ten hours a day on the playgrounds of San Francisco?
But see, IT assholes are usually assholes simply because they lack the necessary soft skills to be tactful, and lack the perspective to realize that the average cubicle jockey doesn’t know what the IT guy knows. Thus, they can be a little impatient and condescending. Anyone can be that kind of asshole.
Being a complete and total asshole requires effort, son. A good exercise for building that sphincter is driving exactly the speed limit in the left lane of a major highway. Do it with your windows down so that you can hear the honks and screams of cars passing you on the right. When you find that you’re involuntarily smiling to yourself, you’re on the right path.
I don’t know this Ron of whom you speak, but, Jersey or not, he can’t hold a candle to me.
Wow, I actually have, and still do, drive in the left lane, doing the speed limit and smiling to myself when I hear bitching.
Wow, I am an asshole.
Sweet!
I used to teach a defensive driving course (the kind that companies to do lower their insurance rates). Our patter went something like:
“The left lane is the passing lane, not the speeding lane. It is not OK to exceed the speed limit in the left lane. If you have to speed to pass someone, you were probably doing close to the speed limit to begin with, which means you didn’t need to pass.”
There is a certain logic to this, but I don’t think many of my pupils took me seriously.
Heh. This puts in mind of my ex-boss who got called an asshole by Lou Reed. He was very proud. I believe he put it on his resume.
And you still haven’t told me how to become more like you. What are you, some kind of…jerk. :>
So what do you keep in that “man-sized safe,” anyway?
If you said this with a straight face, I may need to reliquish my crown to you. May. :mad:
Phase 1: Keep posting unsolicited asides in this thread, ya needy little dog turd.
Phase 2: …
Phase 3: [del]Profit![/del] Asshole!
Piss and vinegar.