Anyone had old classmates crawling out of the woodwork lately? I recently met up with a high school friend and some high school acquaintances, and was a little worried to find out this one guy who's apartment we were at is still a skid supreme.
First off, his eyes looked like they'd been pummeled by two high-speed squash balls (probably from the continuous boozing and ingestion of illicit substances over the past 8 years...not that I have a problem with that 😉), and he was obviously stoned out of his tree (again, not that I have a problem with that). He offered me some Scotch in a replacement spice shaker instead of a glass, which was OK because it ended up being a double, but he had to get up off his girlfriend to get it for me which was a bit intense. To add to the overall surreal vibe, his girlfriend was a girl from our class. My guess is that Facebook is now my friend's LittleBlackBook. After ignoring a few Police albums on vinyl and a discussion on the merits and demerits of the Canadian political system, I took my leave. But I have a feeling this kind of thing is going to happen more and more, especially with full frontal Facebook assaults and class reunions on the horizon.
Anyone else meet up with an old friend who took a turn for the bizarre lately?
Originally posted by PBE6The only reason I'd go back to my high school would be to roast some marshmallows if the place was on fire... preferably with my graduating class still inside.
Anyone had old classmates crawling out of the woodwork lately? I recently met up with a high school friend and some high school acquaintances, and was a little worried to find out this one guy who's apartment we were at is still a skid supreme.
First off, his eyes looked like they'd been pummeled by two high-speed squash balls (probably from the continuous ...[text shortened]... he horizon.
Anyone else meet up with an old friend who took a turn for the bizarre lately?
Still, I occasionally run across one of the mouth breathers I graduated with. Tolerate absolutely no crap from the scum, give them anything other than your contempt and they'll latch onto you like a good case of herpes. Losers need to validate their existence against others.
I suggest creatively lying to any that contact you, perhaps even posting something on the alumni website for their enjoyment. For the last 6 months my alumni profile has read 'Making a living in Florida as a sponge sorter. Occasionally smuggle drugs in my ass to make ends meet. In a committed gay relationship with a Hispanic ex-Marine'.
Originally posted by PBE6How's that bizarre?
Anyone had old classmates crawling out of the woodwork lately? I recently met up with a high school friend and some high school acquaintances, and was a little worried to find out this one guy who's apartment we were at is still a skid supreme.
First off, his eyes looked like they'd been pummeled by two high-speed squash balls (probably from the continuous ...[text shortened]... he horizon.
Anyone else meet up with an old friend who took a turn for the bizarre lately?
Originally posted by Hand of HecateSo the Florida part's not true?
The only reason I'd go back to my high school would be to roast some marshmallows if the place was on fire... preferably with my graduating class still inside.
Still, I occasionally run across one of the mouth breathers I graduated with. Tolerate absolutely no crap from the scum, give them anything other than your contempt and they'll latch onto y ...[text shortened]... gs in my ass to make ends meet. In a committed gay relationship with a Hispanic ex-Marine'.
Originally posted by Hand of HecateThe only reason I'd go back now is to see if any of the girls are still hot...Sarah R., you still got that bangin' rack?!? 😵
The only reason I'd go back to my high school would be to roast some marshmallows if the place was on fire... preferably with my graduating class still inside.
EDIT: Apparently not... 😞
Originally posted by PBE6Originally posted by PBE6
Well, he was a very intelligent and charismatic person in high school, an excellent photographer, and a ladies man. Now he's a skid. I suppose "bizarre" was a bit over-the-top, his situation is more Palynkish.
and was a little worried to find out this one guy who's apartment we were at is still a skid supreme.
It would be Palynkish of me to have known that by "is still a skid" you meant "went from being a demi-god to a skid".
Originally posted by PalynkaCrap! I thought you modified my quote, but I really did put the word "still" in there. My bad. 😕 He wasn't a skid in high school, he just had skiddish tendencies. No one could have guessed he'd be lying in his own filth at his next dinner party.
Originally posted by PBE6
and was a little worried to find out this one guy who's apartment we were at is [b]still a skid supreme.
It would be Palynkish of me to have known that by "is still a skid" you meant "went from being a demi-god to a skid".[/b]
Originally posted by PBE6You're really talking about darvlay, aren't you?
Crap! I thought you modified my quote, but I really did put the word "still" in there. My bad. 😕 He wasn't a skid in high school, he just had skiddish tendencies. No one could have guessed he'd be lying in his own filth at his next dinner party.
Originally posted by Hand of Hecatejerry seinfield (sp)
The only reason I'd go back to my high school would be to roast some marshmallows if the place was on fire... preferably with my graduating class still inside.
Still, I occasionally run across one of the mouth breathers I graduated with. Tolerate absolutely no crap from the scum, give them anything other than your contempt and they'll latch onto y ...[text shortened]... gs in my ass to make ends meet. In a committed gay relationship with a Hispanic ex-Marine'.