Awwww, really, you guys got bored already? Oh well, I guess we could just leave Dante and Robot Arm tied at first, but I expected much sharper daggers coming from the SDMB than this. However, It would be nice to just simply let this thread fall naturally into the past. Whew, now that I’ve been Pitted it’s kinda nice having it out of the way. Still hilarious I did it to myself rather than someone dragging me down here…never saw that coming. :o
Good to know for future reference. Thanks for your honesty.
And as for your budding movie career, I just can’t wait for Red Asphalt VI to come out!
Oh well, now the Yeti’s back to shred me some more, so much for my last post being the final. Don’t worry, I’ll get some good footage for you bloodthirsty vampires, even if I’ve only got a stomp of an arm I’ll make sure to show a good shot of my guts before I die…vivid enough for you?
Nah, he’ll probably call it Death Poof.
Hey train, I’m just picking the title, but you are the one picking the genre.
Woot! Woot!
I’d rather call it ‘Death Proof’, but hey, ‘Poof’ is good too, depends on what the director’s going for though. (and they pick on me for misspellings) 
Oh? and what’s that? Firing squad you say. Should I just stand right over here and say my prayers? Dammit, I had no idea this was now a Mexican Revolution movie :D! and how many more times do they really need to shoot that gringo Bosstrain?! “You should be dead by now, senior!” 
(I’m of course refuring to my murderlation on this thread)
Of course you would, you’re quite obviously unoriginal and unimaginative. Meantime, I stand by my witticism, as it clearly expresses to anyone with some cleverness that you are totally gay.
Oh, I see, coming back and saying that your misspelling was wit, good defense sir, but still seems like #3 on the argument technique: ‘The Back Track’. Once I was called on the ‘moot’ ‘mute’ thing, I refrained from any defense, knowing I’d merely dig my hole deeper. If it was wit, you would have been better off disclosing that fact in fine print. However, being someone who does not care as much about typos, I apologize for calling you on that, it was a low blow, and far above my intellect to do so (no matter what you guys think of my intelligence, I’d rather not prove you right and beat a dead horse).
You’re losing points, Ekers, your wit must be witty, and your demeaningness must be demeaning (note, ‘demeaningness’ isn’t a word, it just fits so wonderfully…don’t you think?)
I hope you’re having fun, Bryan. I think this guy is just simply fucking tedious.
I don’t really understand this thread. Why would someone pit someone else just to described their own bad behavior. Everything sounds like an adolescent fantasy, but why then would the Other Car win the little contest? Was the whole point just the nasty little comment about the driver of the oncoming car?
But then, I don’t understand anyone who’d drive something with a four or five foot bed - why would anyone chose a king cab over being able to fit the wallboard in the bed?
Still, this reminds me of posts that would show up on a speciality board I used to frequent that had lots of teen-ager, with the majority males - lots of bombast and weenie waging and fantasy worthy of a D&D game. And a faint constant undercurrent of misogyny.
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Actually, to explain things to you J66, what happened is I had let my anger (admittedly) get hold of me, and I thought I’d just rant about bastards who pass on the Double yellow, but at the same time, with some beef still built up, I wanted to make sure no one thought I was some wuss who let others have their way…or something like that. I don’t know what made me think telling the whole story truthfully would be a good idea, all I had to do was not tell the part about accelerating to make it worse, and I wouldn’t have ended up with a backfiring Pit (why do I tell full stories?! why?! no one would have known the difference! It wouldn’t have even been a lie, just not the full account is all, but NoooOOoo, I had to tell every last gritty detail :smack:). Yes, this is really all about the oncoming traffic, nothing else in fact. If I had said there was no oncoming traffic, then there wouldn’t be so much shit over this, still some shit, just not as much.
However, that is beside the point, what’s done is done, I told the full truth, instead of the partial kind. Thing is, I was bound to be Pitted anyway, this I knew for a fact, it was merely a matter of time is all. Now that I’m here and can’t do anything about it, I’ve decided to merely make note of how many get on and make a troll out of themselves (or at least I’ll know to be wary of them in the future). Those who do not participate in the stone throwing, well, either they didn’t know about this, or…they aren’t the kind that would add salt to an open wound. I’m going to take my medicine like a man though…I’m sure I deserve it for some reason.
J66, you can compete in the little game I’ve got going in my head, find an intelligent and humiliating thing to say and I’ll measure it to the other posts. I still haven’t found a good way to add up the points, but always open to suggestions.
With that, I bid you all bonne nuit!
It was, though I understand the only way you can try to avoid losing is by choosing not to recognize that others (in your case, all others) are winning.
I do indeed make typos on occasion, use a word incorrectly here and there… and I’m still better than you because I am not a jerk. I don’t play chicken with other motorists to prove some vapid point about manhood and I don’t troll message boards. The one or two times that I’ve been alone or in a tiny minority on an issue, it was simply because everyone else was wrong, not because I’d sunk to your level of endless “I know you are but what am I?” lameness.
Even if true and significant (and it’s neither), your OP put you at negative fifty right off the bat. Generously assuming your traffic story to be completely true (or at least an accurate reflection of your memory of the event), you’re a dangerous and foolish driver who one day may kill someone far more deserving of life than yourself.
There is nothing left of you for me to enjoy destroying. I’m done.
Weenie waging? :eek: That’s one rough D&D game. My parents freaked out if they caught us betting pennies. I can’t imagine their reaction had we bet penises.
I think it’s wagging, but yes, waging a phallus does seem like a serious game to play indeed :).
I think Ekers’ feelings are hurt, he’s even gone so far as to state that when he’s wrong…he’s right. Ummmm…friend, this may come as a shock to you, so sit down and breath deeply. When everyone is against you on an issue, that automatically means you’re wrong, even if you’re right. Majority always wins…always. Majority even has the power to re-write history, hence the saying ‘history is written by the conqueror’. You can avoid this by merely siding with the majority, which is what you’re basically claiming you do, it just so happens that you choose too early sometimes and end up with the losing side.
I never stated that I was winning anything, it’s my executioners who are battling over who stabbed me the most and how deep. I like the part where you call my memory into question, but not as much as the “there’s nothing of you left to destroy” line. When I read that I had to put a Mr. T voice on it, it also works with an evil warlord voice too.
This is getting kinda’ interesting, it still hasn’t elevated beyond basic name calling, but it’s at least mutating into a more direct assault than the formless tactics used earlier. I don’t think Ekers got any points from that last one either, seeing as how he wasn’t being smart about it. He claims he doesn’t care…but I think he really does…SHHhhh.
That’s the first logical thing you’ve said. However, you’ve missed the fact that you’ve won a reputation as an arrogant ass who’s probably at the top of everyone’s “Who should they ban next” list.
Touche’. BTW, I was already at the top of the ban list, it’s just that everyone knows it now is all.
Something similar happened to me so I for one defend The Train.
I’m behind this fucktard barely going the speed limit. I drive up real close behind them in case they didn’t see me and and not only does the redheaded fartsniffer act like they don’t see me, they purposefully drive the way I want to go. The road (if even deserves that appelation) is so twisty that it has double-yellows coming out its ass like a McDonalds sign on meth.
I finally get an opening and even though it is still double-yellow I go around and THE DOUCHERAG SPEEDS UP!!!. Hey Jizzjar! If you could have gone that fast then why did you just spend the last 5 miles going slower than a quadraplegic in a coma? And the assmuffin speeding up almost put my through the engine block of an oncoming car. If it wasn’t for the fact that I am a awesome drive and my cat-like reflexes go me back on the right and IN FRONT of the assclown (take that dingleberry breath) it may have gone very bad.
Not that I’m going to turn down the defense, but I am slightly curious, it seems like you’d be angry at me for playing the role of the guy doing the speeding up, seeing as how you were the person passing on the double yellow. Of course, the guy tailgating me was on my bumper for a while, and I wasn’t going slow.
Curiosity may have killed the cat here, but I wouldn’t want you to side with me if you just didn’t understand my position in all this. They’re slaughtering me here, and I’m sure anyone who backs me up will similarly be destroyed, just a friendly warning, but I would appreciate another gun in this battle if you don’t mind an Alamo shootout.
I was on the other end of a dickish move today.
I was driving to work on the highway, and I know the road, I know the traffic patterns. I try to be a team player, keep the traffic flowing.
So, a car signals they want to pull into my lane, on their right; they’ve signalled, I know a difficult exit is coming up. I tap my brakes to flash the brake lights for the car behind me, then slow down to let him in and flash my beams, 'you may cut in."
So, what does the guy do? Well, the car in front of him moves up a bit and gives a bit of room, so he speeds up and darts in front of the car in front me.
The driver of which slams on the brakes.
Causing me to slam on my brakes.
And the car behind me …
For one car length.
Driving is a team sport.
I don’t know why I find that the funniest typo call-out ever.
And if you’d just stopped there, you would have been a mensch.