War Room Lounge v98: “Yes I’m a gangster and I committed that crime.”

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That whole post is a howler. Almost a howler within a howler.

But yeah, there's a difference between the way somebody like Mick posts (misusing big words and using unnecessary words), like Trotsky posts (using unnecessary words but usually correctly) and like Jack posts (sometimes using big words but usually simplifying things). And it happens that hockey and many others can't really tell the difference, because they don't know the words and don't understand the reasons they are used.

@HockeyBjj

 

[HockeyBjj]

The two worst offenders that come to mind are Mick and Trots. Jack is good at breaking things down into simpler or more direct language. I know you were just going for a zinger because you associate him with you not understanding what you're reading, but it's not because of word choices.

You're so cute. Like a little puppy guard dog jumping up to defend your boy whenever even a clear, good natured, joking insult passes his way

 

[irish_thug]

I'm sensing taking two days for a food based road trip in my future.

If I might make a suggestion

 

[irish_thug]

You get that a lot in lower level undergrad stuff. It's like... come on, Andy. I know you dug "cloying" straight out of teh googler and it really doesn't work in this half baked thesis statement about WW2.

I used to bounce in a goth club. "cloying" 100% applies to the smell of clove cigarettes.

That's all I got.

 

[Trotsky]

The two worst offenders that come to mind are Mick and Trots. Jack is good at breaking things down into simpler or more direct language. I know you were just going for a zinger because you associate him with you not understanding what you're reading, but it's not because of word choices.

God, you're fucking pathetic.

 

[Ruprecht]

If I might make a suggestion

Hah! Frank Mir "fighting anorexia"... well that's definitely a fight he can still win.

 

[irish_thug]

Hah! Frank Mir "fighting anorexia"... well that's definitely a fight he can still win.

Checked in at an even 300 before the burger. I saw that and was "come on Frank, you aren't even trying anymore"

 

[Unknown Pleasures]

Random thought of the day (I feel guilty and need to clear my conscience):

I was in an under-developed nation having a beer with a mate while the wives were shopping for bullshit at the market. We found a little place that had room for like 10 people though nobody was there, and part way through my lower intestine started acting up. I knew I was in trouble but I was in an outdoor market and the place didn't have any toilets. The bartender in broken english pointed me where to go but I didn't see any portolet anywhere.

I ran around and found a restaurant across the street and went in and asked where the toilets were and I could tell the person working the door was like "bathrooms are for paying customers only" expression, so I was already reaching into my wallet pulling out some pesos when I pointed to my stomach to indicate I wasn't feeling well in the belly. The person, showing great empathy, gestured to not take the money and indicated to just go use their toilet and pointed me on my way.

So, I scramble and the door is locked. I am breaking out into a sweat; finally the person inside leaves and I bolt in. I sit on the throne and push and only a little comes out. I was like, oh jeeze, that can't be it can it? Did I strain so hard to keep it in that now I can't go. I pause a little, then a minute later give another push and finally a massive blast comes out like mount vesuvius erupted. I wipe my ass, then, as is often the case in these countries, I wasn't sure what to do with the paper. I assessed the toilet which was built like a tank, and dropped the paper and flushed. And the whole toilet got mucked up and wouldn't flush. I stood up the noticed on the wall a "do not put the paper in the toilet" sign.

I decided to run out like a coward. Head down, full speed ahead. In retrospect, from the restaurant's perspective, I felt like it was a real case of no good deed goes unpunished. If I could take it back, I should have left a few hundred pesos or something in there, though there's a chance the next person to go in would have pocketed it.

Am I an asshole? What should have I done (beside the obvious of binning the paper)?

 

[Fawlty]

God, you're fucking pathetic.

And you always thought as much, naturally. For years, you were such a saint that you ignored it, but now that it's primary season, you must finally speak truth to power. I get it, man. This is a revolution, after all.

 

[Trotsky]

Random thought of the day (I feel guilty and need to clear my conscience):

I was in an under-developed nation having a beer with a mate while the wives were shopping for bullshit at the market. We found a little place that had room for like 10 people though nobody was there, and part way through my lower intestine started acting up. I knew I was in trouble but I was in an outdoor market and the place didn't have any toilets. The bartender in broken english pointed me where to go but I didn't see any portolet anywhere.

I ran around and found a restaurant across the street and went in and asked where the toilets were and I could tell the person working the door was like "bathrooms are for paying customers only" expression, so I was already reaching into my wallet pulling out some pesos when I pointed to my stomach to indicate I wasn't feeling well in the belly. The person, showing great empathy, gestured to not take the money and indicated to just go use their toilet and pointed me on my way.

So, I scramble and the door is locked. I am breaking out into a sweat; finally the person inside leaves and I bolt in. I sit on the throne and push and only a little comes out. I was like, oh jeeze, that can't be it can it? Did I strain so hard to keep it in that now I can't go. I pause a little, then a minute later give another push and finally a massive blast comes out like mount vesuvius erupted. I wipe my ass, then, as is often the case in these countries, I wasn't sure what to do with the paper. I assessed the toilet which was built like a tank, and dropped the paper and flushed. And the whole toilet got mucked up and wouldn't flush. I stood up the noticed on the wall a "do not put the paper in the toilet" sign.

I decided to run out like a coward. Head down, full speed ahead. In retrospect, from the restaurant's perspective, I felt like it was a real case of no good deed goes unpunished. If I could take it back, I should have left a few hundred pesos or something in there, though there's a chance the next person to go in would have pocketed it.

Am I an asshole? What should have I done (beside the obvious of binning the paper)?

Cuba?

Also, yeah it was a dick move and you should have left some coin. But you didn't think of it at the time, as most people wouldn't in a stressful situation, and that you feel bad shows you're a good egg.

 

[weed]

Random thought of the day (I feel guilty and need to clear my conscience):

I was in an under-developed nation having a beer with a mate while the wives were shopping for bullshit at the market. We found a little place that had room for like 10 people though nobody was there, and part way through my lower intestine started acting up. I knew I was in trouble but I was in an outdoor market and the place didn't have any toilets. The bartender in broken english pointed me where to go but I didn't see any portolet anywhere.

I ran around and found a restaurant across the street and went in and asked where the toilets were and I could tell the person working the door was like "bathrooms are for paying customers only" expression, so I was already reaching into my wallet pulling out some pesos when I pointed to my stomach to indicate I wasn't feeling well in the belly. The person, showing great empathy, gestured to not take the money and indicated to just go use their toilet and pointed me on my way.

So, I scramble and the door is locked. I am breaking out into a sweat; finally the person inside leaves and I bolt in. I sit on the throne and push and only a little comes out. I was like, oh jeeze, that can't be it can it? Did I strain so hard to keep it in that now I can't go. I pause a little, then a minute later give another push and finally a massive blast comes out like mount vesuvius erupted. I wipe my ass, then, as is often the case in these countries, I wasn't sure what to do with the paper. I assessed the toilet which was built like a tank, and dropped the paper and flushed. And the whole toilet got mucked up and wouldn't flush. I stood up the noticed on the wall a "do not put the paper in the toilet" sign.

I decided to run out like a coward. Head down, full speed ahead. In retrospect, from the restaurant's perspective, I felt like it was a real case of no good deed goes unpunished. If I could take it back, I should have left a few hundred pesos or something in there, though there's a chance the next person to go in would have pocketed it.

Am I an asshole? What should have I done (beside the obvious of binning the paper)?

this is great btw. I personally would have made a non-offensive (or as non-offensive as possible) mini to mid sized ball of toilet paper, the center being filled with freshly wiped gooey shit of course, & tossed it into a corner.

 

[Fawlty]

You're so cute. Like a little puppy guard dog jumping up to defend your boy whenever even a clear, good natured, joking insult passes his way

Totally good natured. Because you're a good guy. You have to be, right? It couldn't be that you're not.

 

[Jack V Savage]

You're so cute. Like a little puppy guard dog jumping up to defend your boy whenever even a clear, good natured, joking insult passes his way

Typical that you do not have the guts to own the bad-natured, dumb, not-at-all joking insult that you tagged me with.

 

[Unknown Pleasures]

Cuba?

Also, yeah it was a dick move and you should have left some coin. But you didn't think of it at the time, as most people wouldn't in a stressful situation, and that you feel bad shows you're a good egg.

I was in Colombia. As an act of penance I did give the hotel chambermaids some huge tips.

 

[HockeyBjj]

Totally good natured. Because you're a good guy. You have to be, right? It couldn't be that you're not.

It was for a little chuckle, as is (or used to be) the nature of the lounge.

Not like I went on a multi paragraph rant about who could and couldn't understand large words? Now that would have just been getting butt hurt over something small.

 

[Unknown Pleasures]

this is great btw. I personally would have made a non-offensive (or as non-offensive as possible) mini to mid sized ball of toilet paper, the center being filled with freshly wiped gooey shit of course, & tossed it into a corner.

 

[Fawlty]

It was for a little chuckle, as is (or used to be) the nature of the lounge.

Not like I went on a multi paragraph rant about who could and couldn't understand large words? Now that would have just been getting butt hurt over something small.

I would assume that you're trying to bait me into calling you a retard for not being able to handle a short, straightforward paragraph, but that wouldn't make sense. Were you not able to focus long enough to get through it?

 

[Islam Imamate]

Come on guys, can we stop fighting and just talk about @Tobacco's excrement?

 

[weed]

it's called a "pootsie roll".

 

[Ruprecht]

I have to admit I don't understand this use of "howdy". I thought it was a greeting. Like a perfectly natural, lazy slurring of "how do you do".
What exactly is this?