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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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This is the best we can come up with today?
I am disappoint.
So, apparently there's some kind of 'bash' happening soon. I imagine there will be a lot of losers 'bashing' themselves silly at the though of meeting other losers from the internet for a curry and a pint. So tell us your tales (again) of when you met weirdos off the internet in real life. Doesn't have to be b3tans, it could be actual functioning human beings.
I myself went to a bash once and picked myself up a husband. Then later I went to America for a week to hang out with a bunch of women I met on the internet. They were actually nice. Which was nice.
Alt: is it possible to form actual friendships with internet types? If you have any b3tan's numbers in your phone, would you class them as an honest to goodness friend, the type you'd introduce to your parents?
AltAlt: What's for lunch?
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 11:20, 99 replies, latest was 13 years ago)
Or derision.
Bit of a gamble. Might pay off.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 11:29, Reply)
September '99, St Andrews. Terry Wogan laughed at my 'comedy user name' badge.
They made us wear badges with our comedy user names on so we'd recognise each other. Real names were a little bit too intimidating, obviously.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 11:32, Reply)
Cause that takes you to the organisation of gay sports. Which it wasn't.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 11:35, Reply)
To the point where I was an usher at two of the people's wedding. I've known these people for almost 20 years now, so yes I'd class them as friends.
Having met a few b3tans now, I'd class them as friends
AltAlt:
Chicken and chorizo sarnie from Greggs. I had no imagination/motivation this morning
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 11:28, Reply)
Nowadays something like one in four couples meet that way, so we're not special any more.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 11:30, Reply)
As is my missus.
Shit, I am 'internet'.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 11:30, Reply)
Who's going to break it to battered?
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 11:33, Reply)
Does that count?
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 11:36, Reply)
I've met one b3tan once.
We stood and chatted and drank beer for abour 10-15 minutes, then went our separate ways.
It was alright, he seemed fairly normal and didn't try to nonce me up or owt.
I have his number in my phone because we all appear to have lost the ability to meet someone in a public place without using a phone.
I don't think this brief encounter makes us best friends for life, but I would happily meet him again and maybe have a second beer, although I can't really see any need for him to meet my parents.
Is that better?
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 11:43, Reply)
does it really matter how you met someone, as long as you get along?
Alt - ham, emmental and salad wrap which I've already eaten half of. Curse you, empty belly.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 11:39, Reply)
It still seems a bit unusual though. I'm just behind the times.
Your lunch sounds lovely. Emmental is teh best of all the cheeses.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 11:44, Reply)
it's a very strange thing to walk in to a bar (or in my case, Blousie's house) full of people you sort of know, but equally don't actually know at all. But for the most part I don't think you could find a nicer bunch of people if you tried - almost everyone I've met from here I genuinely like and respect.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 11:47, Reply)
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 11:52, Reply)
www.guardian.co.uk/music/2012/sep/13/chris-brown-tattoo-rihanna
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 11:47, Reply)
A couple of people as genuine friends although some, and here I'm looking at Swipe, walk two or three paces in front of me in case people think we know each other.
The b3tans I have in my phone I would have no hesitation in introducing to my mum, even though some would tr to fuck her. It'd probably do the dessicated old bitch some good.
*meaning I'd consider pissing on them if on fire.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 11:50, Reply)
This is to be reviewed whenever I run into a second one.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 11:57, Reply)
They have jobs, and degrees, and can use cutlery, and everything.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:04, Reply)
I have some bad news
www.bbc.co.uk/food/0/19558714
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 11:56, Reply)
You'll have to take my bacon sarnie from my cold dead hand.
(the article gets less hysterical as you read on, though.)
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:00, Reply)
I like to dine on the swine, it's all mine, taste so devine.
Crackling on the pig, I must admit, I must have it.
Don't you glower when I order sweet'n'sour, I'm a jew, what can I do?
I forgot the rest of it.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:08, Reply)
I think meeting Monty at the train station was the most surreal situation I've ever experienced. I've staggered into the bar and realised I have no, fucking, clue what he looks like. And So I get on my phone and text him. I see this guy with a big cheeky grin on his face look at his phone, wink at me, then continue with his pint. And I was like "Erm...you wouldn't be Monty would you?" And he just was like "Yup! Nice to meet you".
I'm pretty sure the bastard recognised me the second I walked into the place, he was just wanting to fuck with my head!!
Alt: Yes.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:01, Reply)
Quite funny though.
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(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:07, Reply)
First time I met him I sent him a text saying that I was at the station and that 'I'm the black dude with natty dreads'. Turns out that was a lie and I was standing next to a black dude with natty dreads.
How we both laughed.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:17, Reply)
and straight out asked him if he fucked dogs
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:35, Reply)
I said "Jeff?" and stuck my hand out to shake. He just looked at me like I was mental and then the real JTDF cracked up.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:53, Reply)
Likewise, any other London based types who fancy a quick drink, I should have a couple of hours tomorrow evening in that there London.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:06, Reply)
If anything the 'net is better 'cus its a bit of a prick-filter, like a siv, but only with a few holes bigger than the rest 'cus some pricks get through but in general its better than having no prick filter where it just makes a big whole mess of the entire ordeal of choosing you who hang around with. Plus you can specify what breed of mate you want, like if you want one who doesn't know anything about you or if you want one who you can be all OH WOE IS ME too.
I got some of Ma's chicken soup in the kitchen, which I'll have for dinner tonight with kanadlach (little motza balls) and lockshan (vermicli noodles). It's pretty much guarnteed to fix me.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:05, Reply)
Weren't you going to the hospital to be fixed or something? Did it work?
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:06, Reply)
It seriously sucks the big one, the steriods are going to make me like a fat manapausale hulk and yesterday I had a whole packet of kinda-bars and was kindda upset afterwards that there wasn't any more of them, it didn't even touch the sides.
I think in this dire state of circamstances, I'm going to have to have a Uncelebraty Banoffee Pie. I'm not even going to put it on a plate, but I do have some standards, I'll wait for it to defrost.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:12, Reply)
The worst bit is that I worked my toochas off, 3 weekends I worked for that, and all they saw was that I was a day late =(
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:34, Reply)
Manolith was off seeing his shit friends, and Balders was just plain shit.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:39, Reply)
Just come back to Portsmouth and tell me in advance. That way I can ensure that my shit family go on a shit holiday without me.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:40, Reply)
Enjoy your lunch. Don't choke on it or anything. I couldn't stand it if I lost you x
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:47, Reply)
I walked into the Salisbury, realising I didn't really have a clue what anyone looked like. Fortunately, I spotted Blousie, and remembered a picture she had on her profile, introduced myself, and went from there. Bashes are great fun, I've never been to a bad one. Even when it turned out to only be 4 of us sat in a pub, I still had enjoyed that.
Alt: Yes, I'd say I'm friends with a few b3tans IRL, although I am aware that most of you think I'm a cunt. Ah well.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:27, Reply)
and Scarpe asked me to get him when I was leaving and make him leave too.
Strangely after many beers he wouldn't leave, and since I'm not his mother I left him to it. I believe he later woke up covered in what he assumes to this day was his own vomit and urine.
(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:36, Reply)
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(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 12:38, Reply)
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