We're all assholes from time to time, except me of course. My mother said I was a perfect angel. Some may disagree. Of course, mom wAs right. I would not necessarily agree that Boz is a perfect asshole, though he is a natural at being one - I extend my congratulations to him. Zee is expressing his umbrage right now towards me. Perhaps he is also an asshole. Moses, how would you categorize Zee - regular king sized or filter tipped. Perhaps he is a member if the faith - would that make him gefilte tipped? I know not.
I am not a regular asshole. I am an exceptional asshole
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[QUOTE=Stevie Wonder;202888]A few months ago, this ploppy was busting my chops with a number of cheap shots as my doubles weren't working (initially). Regardless, my chip stack kept growing as he kept buying in. I never countered his verbal abuse. Eventually, he went to the pisser, and came back to the table with his zipper undone - which I reminded him on. He zippered up, proffering his apologies. No worries, I said - no big thing.
I countered with an additional few cheap shots, again as my chip stack continued to grow. Finally he exclaimed - you don't like me for some reason. I don't dislike you I replied - however, you have thrown cheap shots at me continuously, and I've finally thrown a few in return. It was cash out time after an hour - happy with my 500 buy in and 4800 cash out after 1 hour or so.
Asshole? - maybe, but only at the appropriate times. And for the record - I never raised my voice.
[QUOTE=Freightman;202890]We should have asshole stories.
Dickwad, already pissed to the gills when i sat down, was enjoying an absolutely steady stream of drinks, likely due to the green chip gratuities he was proffering to the waitress.
From the moment I sat down, pencil dick was proffering a steady stream of insults in my direction. I never responded. For an hour, this kept up as his continually diminishing capacity was creating a 1 way stream of traffic of his chips from his stack to the tray. Meanwhile, my stack, like an ever growing schtikle, kept on increasing in size. Finally, numb nuts comments included cheap shots about my wife, whom of course, he has never met. What was that you said, not yelling, but designed to catch the ear of the nearby critter. I chastised the pit indicating the non stop stream of booze in this guys direction - further stating that the house had both a legal and moral obligation to insure shitface dud not get behind the wheel. I was a gentleman about the hole thing, backed up by the dealer. House bought dinner, and I've never seen shithead since.
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