[Dodgy] Reunion
[Dodgy] Reunion
If you had to go to an elementary school/high school/college reunion tonight, what part of your life would you lie about?
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I hated everyone, I'd tell them that for once.
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Hmm. That's tough. I always dreamed of taking a baseball bat and a gun (loaded with Black Talons - hollow points) with me to my high school reunion so I could kneecap all the jocks who used to try to beat me up every day.
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Ok, to help people along: I would lie about my unemployment. I would make up a wonderful story of this great job I have with an awesome firm whose name I conveniently avoid.
I would not lie about being single or broke or a lot more damaged than I used to be, but the joblessness I would definitely hide.
I would not lie about being single or broke or a lot more damaged than I used to be, but the joblessness I would definitely hide.
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I can't think of anything I would hide from my graduating class.
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I'm not sure what I'd lie about. I know I'd lie about something, but it would depend on who talks to me and what they ask about.
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Right, I still wouldn't lie about it. I might warp the truth a bit, example:Eva wrote:Ok, to help people along: I would lie about my unemployment. I would make up a wonderful story of this great job I have with an awesome firm whose name I conveniently avoid.
I would not lie about being single or broke or a lot more damaged than I used to be, but the joblessness I would definitely hide.
So what do you do?
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Where do you work?
I was at Solo cup, had a falling out with my manager and so now am looking for something better.
Don't go staight out and say "I am an unemplyed bum" but I will not make things up.
I want to shoot one of these Church kids and ask them "Where is your god now!"
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Nothing really to lie about. I work a fairly crap job, but it's my own laziness post-high school that put me here. Mostly, I'm guessing that I will be avoided because 10 years sometimes doesn't result in actual growth in some people.
Strange... I have somethingi n common with AH. I remember getting called into the Disciplinarian's office one morning because they thought I had trashed one of the doors in the auditorium. Their "Evidence" apparently being my reputation for not dealing with certain situations with a sense of tact. Or volume control.
"Mr. MacStravic, the door to backstage is broken. Would you know anything about that?"
"No."
"Well, Mr. MacStravic, you were seen in corridor behind the auditorium just after 11th Period by a number of people. What do you ahve to say to that?"
"That I had Computer Programming 11th period in the New Building, and I have to use that corridor to get back to my locker and go home. There were a lot of us in that corridor, yet I didn't see a big line coming here. Can I go now?"
"Ummmm.... yeah."
Strange... I have somethingi n common with AH. I remember getting called into the Disciplinarian's office one morning because they thought I had trashed one of the doors in the auditorium. Their "Evidence" apparently being my reputation for not dealing with certain situations with a sense of tact. Or volume control.
"Mr. MacStravic, the door to backstage is broken. Would you know anything about that?"
"No."
"Well, Mr. MacStravic, you were seen in corridor behind the auditorium just after 11th Period by a number of people. What do you ahve to say to that?"
"That I had Computer Programming 11th period in the New Building, and I have to use that corridor to get back to my locker and go home. There were a lot of us in that corridor, yet I didn't see a big line coming here. Can I go now?"
"Ummmm.... yeah."
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I'm just gonna laugh at em all cause they'll be fat and I'm looking darn good (I was a stick in highschool). Oh and the only guy who ever picked on my in highschool (though I eventually resolved that situation in the only way such things are ever resolved, physical violence) had his face blown off by a shotgun (and, no, that wasn't the resolution). Bah, I see all my real friends from highschool every year anyway.
However I have a very non-cohesive highschool class, so we probably won't ever have a reunion (year ten just went by with an exceedingly half hearted effort).
However I have a very non-cohesive highschool class, so we probably won't ever have a reunion (year ten just went by with an exceedingly half hearted effort).
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Considering the fairly major change of mindset after high school, I think I would take great pleasure in simply being myself and what everyone ask me who the heck I am. Nothing I can think of to straight out fabricate, but probably a lot of little things like bumping up my college gpa and making WT sound much more impressive I'd do.
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MY presence alone would be shocking enough to my fellow graduates. Would I lie? not really because I know not many people would actually talk to me. Those that would, well I wouldn't feel compelled to.
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I would go and tell the truth. I'm sure I wouldn't have quite as many "wow" stories to tell as some of them, but things have gone pretty well for me so far.
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Let's pretend primary school reunions exist (I haven't seen my high school class for all of 2 months). I'd lie about my job, but probably nothing else. I tend to tell the truth and be blunt about it 99% of the time.
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First of I'd never ever go. Come to think of it this year is the 10th year since graduating. So perhaps I should expect this to come along this year. Still I won't go, quite simply cause I thought most of them where idiots, the only once I cared for I still keep in touch with and meet from time to time so I'd have no need to go to see them. But if for some odd reason I would find myself there I don't have anything to hide or lie about. I'd probably spend all evening being a complete jerk and tell everyone off so I wouldn't get invited next time :)
If I would lie about my work I'd list my job as something extreme like hitman for the mob, pornstar etc ... Just to see the odd look on their faces.
If I would lie about my work I'd list my job as something extreme like hitman for the mob, pornstar etc ... Just to see the odd look on their faces.
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Reunions don't intrest me in the slightest-I have never understood the urge, everyone I like from either High School, my limited college or the Marine Corps I still have contact with, the rest I don't.
Bill Cosby wrote:Reunions are funny things. At 10 years you go to see who got fat, who got married, who got pregnant, and all those other things. At 60 years you go just to see who is still alive.
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Let's see... The Job?
"So, what do you do for work?"
"I make giant killer robots."
"No, seriously."
"I design tanks and APCs for an evil empire. Used to design space ships, but my overlords in the evil empire I previous worked for foolishly ran it into the ground and my current employers developed one space ship design that really fits their needs and don't really need any more right now. In fact this is actually the third evil empire I've worked for now."
"Hah. Right. No, really."
"I get paid play on a computer all day. I draw shit. Then I tell the computer, 'make this shit for me' and [i]<b>POOF!</b>[/i] it makes it for me. It's kinda like magic. Or those transporter thingies in Star Trek."
"Seriously, what the hell do you do?"
"I told you"
"Dude, come on."
"I make toys."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"That is so cool. What kinds?"
"Giant killer robots."
Nope. Nothing to lie about there. The living status?
"WHere are you now?"
"I live in an apartment in West Chester (one of the better, more affluent communities in the Cincinnati area). And I'm looking into possibly buying a house soon."
Not that, either. Relationship status?
"Ever get married?"
Thankfully, no."
"Thankfully?"
"Yeah. The last couple women I was involved with were psycho hellbitches. Total wastes of my time. Total wastes of hydrogen atoms, too. In fact, I've pretty much given up on the whole concept of me being in a lasting relationship. Besides, it's too much fun flirting with the celebrities at the conventions I go to."
Okay, lying there could be entertaining, but so is telling the truth. The vehicle?
"What's your ride?"
"Dodge Grand Caravan."
"You drive a minivan? You're single and you drive a minivan?"
"I find that it works well for getting out with a group of friends and just going where we feel like going."
Nope. Nothing to lie about there, either. Besides, I absolutely detest lying to anyone about anything. I'd rather just tell them that something is none of their damned business than give them any info at all if I didn't think they should really know the answer.
"So, what do you do for work?"
"I make giant killer robots."
"No, seriously."
"I design tanks and APCs for an evil empire. Used to design space ships, but my overlords in the evil empire I previous worked for foolishly ran it into the ground and my current employers developed one space ship design that really fits their needs and don't really need any more right now. In fact this is actually the third evil empire I've worked for now."
"Hah. Right. No, really."
"I get paid play on a computer all day. I draw shit. Then I tell the computer, 'make this shit for me' and [i]<b>POOF!</b>[/i] it makes it for me. It's kinda like magic. Or those transporter thingies in Star Trek."
"Seriously, what the hell do you do?"
"I told you"
"Dude, come on."
"I make toys."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"That is so cool. What kinds?"
"Giant killer robots."
Nope. Nothing to lie about there. The living status?
"WHere are you now?"
"I live in an apartment in West Chester (one of the better, more affluent communities in the Cincinnati area). And I'm looking into possibly buying a house soon."
Not that, either. Relationship status?
"Ever get married?"
Thankfully, no."
"Thankfully?"
"Yeah. The last couple women I was involved with were psycho hellbitches. Total wastes of my time. Total wastes of hydrogen atoms, too. In fact, I've pretty much given up on the whole concept of me being in a lasting relationship. Besides, it's too much fun flirting with the celebrities at the conventions I go to."
Okay, lying there could be entertaining, but so is telling the truth. The vehicle?
"What's your ride?"
"Dodge Grand Caravan."
"You drive a minivan? You're single and you drive a minivan?"
"I find that it works well for getting out with a group of friends and just going where we feel like going."
Nope. Nothing to lie about there, either. Besides, I absolutely detest lying to anyone about anything. I'd rather just tell them that something is none of their damned business than give them any info at all if I didn't think they should really know the answer.
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There are some who say that Time is instead a blade. They see the dance of its razored tip, poised like a venomous snake, forever ready to slay faster than the eye can see.
And there are some who say that Time is both hammer and blade.
They say the hammer is a sculptor's mallet, and the blade is a sculptor's chisel: that each stroke is a refinement, a perfecting, a discovery of truth and beauty within what would otherwise be blank and lifeless stone.
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There are some who say that Time is instead a blade. They see the dance of its razored tip, poised like a venomous snake, forever ready to slay faster than the eye can see.
And there are some who say that Time is both hammer and blade.
They say the hammer is a sculptor's mallet, and the blade is a sculptor's chisel: that each stroke is a refinement, a perfecting, a discovery of truth and beauty within what would otherwise be blank and lifeless stone.
And I name this saying wisdom.
Hell, I'd be amazed if anyone even remembers me. Except for maybe the few friends I did have in my class. Of course, that would mean running into the red headed hellbitch and her pathetic waste of a man (husband). Hopefully she'd leave the unfortunate offspring (born for the sole reason of becoming friends with her hubby's family and to save her marriage because she was tempting the idea of sleeping with the local pastor... and me *shudder cringe VOMIT*) at home.
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Oh, I'd go to one.
Actually, I'll amend that, because my 10th high school reunion right around this past Thanksgiving and I didn't go. Reason being was that it cost $75 friggin bucks per person. That, and none of the people I was actually good friends with were going to be there. Now, $75 go party with some old friends in a swanky country club is probably worth it, but I won't pay more than maybe $35-40 to do so with old aquaintances with whom I was only friendly.
Actually, I'll amend that, because my 10th high school reunion right around this past Thanksgiving and I didn't go. Reason being was that it cost $75 friggin bucks per person. That, and none of the people I was actually good friends with were going to be there. Now, $75 go party with some old friends in a swanky country club is probably worth it, but I won't pay more than maybe $35-40 to do so with old aquaintances with whom I was only friendly.
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Yep. That's a lot why I didn't go. $60 a person, and the dumbass coordinating it didn't even give me the "invitation" portion of the invite, just a response card and a list of who all they still were looking for, which read like a who's-who of Folks Thorn Hung Out With In High School. So between that and the response card that mentioned the price, that pretty much did it for me. *shrug*TheScamp wrote:Oh, I'd go to one.
Actually, I'll amend that, because my 10th high school reunion right around this past Thanksgiving and I didn't go. Reason being was that it cost $75 friggin bucks per person. That, and none of the people I was actually good friends with were going to be there. Now, $75 go party with some old friends in a swanky country club is probably worth it, but I won't pay more than maybe $35-40 to do so with old aquaintances with whom I was only friendly.
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Bout sounds like my invite I got Thorn. Course since the bimbo and I do mean bimbo running it didn't like me much I am not to suprised.
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My 10 year reunion is next year, I'm really fucking torn on the idea.
On one hand, I really LIKE the idea of going and letting all the people that treated me like shit in high school know that I am more successful than they are. (And do it with the biggest shit eating smile I an muster.)
On the other hand, what is REALLY the point? All the people I did like in high school, I'm still in touch with. As for the ones I don't, absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder at all. I'd feel no particular sense of loss if they all died in excruciating pain tommorow.
On one hand, I really LIKE the idea of going and letting all the people that treated me like shit in high school know that I am more successful than they are. (And do it with the biggest shit eating smile I an muster.)
On the other hand, what is REALLY the point? All the people I did like in high school, I'm still in touch with. As for the ones I don't, absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder at all. I'd feel no particular sense of loss if they all died in excruciating pain tommorow.
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Well, I suppose me going in the first place might me considered somewhat of a lie. It would imply that I gave two shits about most of the people there.
Why would I lie? "Yeah, I'm living in Denmark, going to grad school, and I have a really hot boyfriend. I graduated with a degree in soc after living in Chicago for two years." What do I have to lie about? I think I sound pretty impressive, actually.
Why would I lie? "Yeah, I'm living in Denmark, going to grad school, and I have a really hot boyfriend. I graduated with a degree in soc after living in Chicago for two years." What do I have to lie about? I think I sound pretty impressive, actually.
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Exactly, I don't see any damn thing wrong with this.Why would I lie? "Yeah, I'm living in Denmark, going to grad school, and I have a really hot boyfriend. I graduated with a degree in soc after living in Chicago for two years." What do I have to lie about? I think I sound pretty impressive, actually.
You certainly rate far above the bottom 10% of your high school peers whom are working at Arby's or the local bowling alley.
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I'd arrive on horseback, dressed in revealing samurai regalia, and procede to draw my katana and headbutt anyone whom I disliked intensely back in the day. I'm built like a brick shithouse, I get paid to rant incohearantly into a microphone and I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me
I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan
And I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing
I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far
And I'm too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that
I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my
'Cos I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me
And I'm too sexy for this song
I'm also too damn sexy for the reunion.
HAI!
Love's going to leave me
I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan
And I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing
I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far
And I'm too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that
I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my
'Cos I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me
And I'm too sexy for this song
I'm also too damn sexy for the reunion.
HAI!
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Love's going to leave me
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in your case....
lie
I don't know how much your job is hated their, but your american counterpart is in danger of getting lynched.
in your case....
lie
I don't know how much your job is hated their, but your american counterpart is in danger of getting lynched.
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