Manners

Originally Posted by Seattleallstar

i know ive paid my dues

LOL!!! YOu have to pay dues and LEARN SOMETHING!!!! You havent done the latter yet.

[SentToStud]

Originally Posted by oracle80

I've got more scars than a burn victim. Noone ever handed me a damn thing. I slept in a big closet at some friends house one semester at college because I couldnt afford to rent a place and pay tuition.

LOL. I hear you and I didn't mean to over-generalize. At times in college, I was broke like a joke. Slept in a basement next to the furnace for a couple months. I also remember having two 5-gallon cans in the trunk of the car I used to buy enough oil for the furnace to heat our house for another day and night when things were bad. Ate so much mac n cheese that I can't stand to look at the stuff. Wouldn't trade any of it.

Originally Posted by SentToStud

LOL. I hear you and I didn't mean to over-generalize. At times in college, I was broke like a joke. Slept in a basement next to the furnace for a couple months. I also remember having two 5-gallon cans in the trunk of the car I used to buy enough oil for the furnace to heat our house for another day and night when things were bad. Ate so much mac n cheese that I can't stand to look at the stuff. Wouldn't trade any of it.

Stud I have a college classic story. Its my third year and I'm driving a VW(the small ones, not the bug, I forget what they are called). Car cuts out one day. So my friend looks at it and says the wire that carries electricity to the fuel pump is cut. I ask him how much it would cost and he says well you gotta replace this and that, etc. So he shows me how if you touch the broken ends together that the pump goes on. So I go home to the gf and ask her if shes got any tape and scissors. She gets if for me and asks me where I am going, I say "to fix the car". So I take the tape and tape togther the wire underneath the car so it makes a connection. LOL!!! Only problem came when it rained or snowed once in a while the tape would get wet and fall off. SO I kept the tape and scissors in the glove compartment and would just hop out and tape it back up! LOL!!!!!!!!!!

[SentToStud]

Originally Posted by oracle80

Stud I have a college classic story. Its my third year and I'm driving a VW(the small ones, not the bug, I forget what they are called). Car cuts out one day. So my friend looks at it and says the wire that carries electricity to the fuel pump is cut. I ask him how much it would cost and he says well you gotta replace this and that, etc. So he shows me how if you touch the broken ends together that the pump goes on. So I go home to the gf and ask her if shes got any tape and scissors. She gets if for me and asks me where I am going, I say "to fix the car". So I take the tape and tape togther the wire underneath the car so it makes a connection. LOL!!! Only problem came when it rained or snowed once in a while the tape would get wet and fall off. SO I kept the tape and scissors in the glove compartment and would just hop out and tape it back up! LOL!!!!!!!!!!

VW Rabbit?

A few years out of college. A friend was getting married. About 300 guests total. All of us knew his fiancee for several years and all hated her.... One of the guys in the wedding party was a mechanic and worked for an auto junkyard. As part of the Bachelopr Party, he arranged, yes, a demolition derby in the empty field behind the junkyard. It was kept a secret from the bride-to-be.

We've got about 7-8 cars and we're all very, very drunk and the groom-to-be is all boozed up. It's the afternoon before the wedding. We're having a blast careening into each other. Then things went bad. Very, very bad. The groom took a wide turn and was going a bit fast when his car rammed into a cement parking-space block. His face went into the wheel. Mouth first.

We get the guy to the ER. Broken nose, busted teeth, both eyes look like over-ripe plums. Guy looks worse than a beaten baby seal. The girl walks into the ER and starts screaming. We all start laughing our asses off, especially the groom who is still drunk.

The wedding went on as scheduled and was an absolute blast. The pictures are hilarious.

[hoovesupsideyourhead]

Originally Posted by SentToStud

VW Rabbit?

A few years out of college. A friend was getting married. About 300 guests total. All of us knew his fiancee for several years and all hated her.... One of the guys in the wedding party was a mechanic and worked for an auto junkyard. As part of the Bachelopr Party, he arranged, yes, a demolition derby in the empty field behind the junkyard. It was kept a secret from the bride-to-be.

We've got about 7-8 cars and we're all very, very drunk and the groom-to-be is all boozed up. It's the afternoon before the wedding. We're having a blast careening into each other. Then things went bad. Very, very bad. The groom took a wide turn and was going a bit fast when his car rammed into a cement parking-space block. His face went into the wheel. Mouth first.

We get the guy to the ER. Broken nose, busted teeth, both eyes look like over-ripe plums. Guy looks worse than a beaten baby seal. The girl walks into the ER and starts screaming. We all start laughing our asses off, especially the groom who is still drunk.

The wedding went on as scheduled and was an absolute blast. The pictures are hilarious.

that is funny....lol..god i could just see that..

[SentToStud]

Originally Posted by hoovesupsideyourhead

that is funny....lol..god i could just see that..

When the movie, "Bettlejuice," came out, we all started calling him that. Thats about how he looked.

[hoovesupsideyourhead]

you guys are rough on a friend..got to love it..

Originally Posted by SentToStud

When the movie, "Bettlejuice," came out, we all started calling him that. Thats about how he looked.

LOL!!!!!!!! Thast ******* hysterical. Worst thing I ever did to friend was pretty bad, not as bad as that but pretty bad. We were in college and he was dating a greek chick who had an old fashioned Greek family. Wanted her with a nice Greek boy. And he sure wasn't!!! So its the end of the semester and her Dad is coming up to help her pack out her belongings and take her home. She was a great girl. Well anyway this poor bastard has to meet him for the first time and hes a nervous wreck. We go out drinking the night before and we are hammered and he asks me what to say to the guy because I grew up with a whole bunch of Greeks. I said, "look, when you meet the guy show total respect, just shake his hand and say HI Malaka!!!"
He asks me what that means, and I tell him its a term of respect among the Greeks. So the guy is all goofy and drunk and smiling and thinking hes gonna look real cool speaking the guys lingo. I'm gonna tell him I was only kidding but I started hitting on some drunken trash sorority girl and never see him before we leave the bar.
I wake up the next day real hungover with the sorority chick in my bed and a furious banging on the door accompanied with various promises to kill me and rip my balls off. I wonder what the hell is going on until I realize its my friend that I told to greet the Father and after a few hungover seconds realize Oh ****. I pretended I wasn't there. LOL!!! Turns out he said what I told him to say and the guy flipped out and the girl was crying and hitting him. Pretty bad, LOL!!!! It worked out ok in the end, after the guy forbade his daughter to ever talk to him again, my friend told the girlfriend what happened and she told the old man and he eventually laughed like hell.

[hoovesupsideyourhead]

nice...mallaka....

[paisjpq]

Originally Posted by SentToStud

VW Rabbit?

A few years out of college. A friend was getting married. About 300 guests total. All of us knew his fiancee for several years and all hated her.... One of the guys in the wedding party was a mechanic and worked for an auto junkyard. As part of the Bachelopr Party, he arranged, yes, a demolition derby in the empty field behind the junkyard. It was kept a secret from the bride-to-be.

We've got about 7-8 cars and we're all very, very drunk and the groom-to-be is all boozed up. It's the afternoon before the wedding. We're having a blast careening into each other. Then things went bad. Very, very bad. The groom took a wide turn and was going a bit fast when his car rammed into a cement parking-space block. His face went into the wheel. Mouth first.

We get the guy to the ER. Broken nose, busted teeth, both eyes look like over-ripe plums. Guy looks worse than a beaten baby seal. The girl walks into the ER and starts screaming. We all start laughing our asses off, especially the groom who is still drunk.

The wedding went on as scheduled and was an absolute blast. The pictures are hilarious.

holy crap that makes me laugh! I've got a brother like that!

[PeteMugg]

FINALLY !!!

100 posts later this thread finally turns into something worth reading.
You guys are HILARIOUS.

[Rupert Pupkin]

Originally Posted by SentToStud

I disagree. Just because someone finds another person to pay them for giving an opinion does not make them an expert on a damn thing. The horse business is rife with old monied people who find their way into the business on the shoestrings of their family wealth. The younger ones show up on message boards and in-house racetrack tv programs and just babble on and on about their "paid expertise" in a manner reflecting their attitude of righteous self-entitilement. Their actual earnings from their sponsored nepotism "employment" pale in comparison to the interest income on their trust funds. If this weren't true, they'd dress a hell of a lot better. The older children of the blue-blood at least have the good sense to blend seemlessly into the background at the clubhouse bar.

If given the choice and need for an "Expert" opinion on most anything, especially related to horse racing, I'd go with the more experience person who earned their stripes and got their scars going through the ranks. The last person I'd listen to is a younger child of privilege who never has and likely never will experience the consequences of being wrong.

Some of what you're saying is true. There are some paid experts out there that aren't very sharp. This is true in all fields. There are doctors out there that are terrible doctors. There are lawyers out there that are totally incompetent. There are people out there with no degees in law that could go into a courtroom tomorrow and do a better job than some licensed attorneys.
I'm well aware that there are incompetent people in all fields. There are plenty of licensed trainers out there that don't have a clue. I am well aware of that.
However, I was referring to people that truly are experts in their fields, people with proven track records that really know their business. There are such people out there in all fields including horseracing. I could give you a ton of examples. Let's take Nial Brennan for example. He is one of the most successful pinhookers in the country. He and Mike Ryan are incredibly good at picking out yearlings. I don't think there is anyone that would dispute that these guys are experts at picking out yearlings. These guys make millions of dollars pinhooking. It is truly amazing when you go to 2 year old sales how Brennan's horses stand out. I don't even look to see who the consignor is on any of the horses until I have watched all the workouts and made my list. At the Fasig Tipton Calder sale, there were a little over 300 horses in the sale. I had a list of about 20 horses that I really liked. Out of those 20 horses, I believe that 10 were Nial Brennan horses. I can say the same thing at the Keeneland 2 year old sale. Of all the horses on my list, I think that about 45% of them were Brennan horses. He has the best horses at the 2 year old sales because he and Mike Ryan pick the best yearlings. They are experts at it. Practically every yearling they pick can run. When it comes to assessing the ability of yearlings is the opinion of Mike Ryan and Nial Brennan more valuable than the opinion of your average guy? Of course, absolutely.

[whorstman]

Originally Posted by oracle80

LOL!!!!!!!! Thast ******* hysterical. Worst thing I ever did to friend was pretty bad, not as bad as that but pretty bad. We were in college and he was dating a greek chick who had an old fashioned Greek family. Wanted her with a nice Greek boy. And he sure wasn't!!! So its the end of the semester and her Dad is coming up to help her pack out her belongings and take her home. She was a great girl. Well anyway this poor bastard has to meet him for the first time and hes a nervous wreck. We go out drinking the night before and we are hammered and he asks me what to say to the guy because I grew up with a whole bunch of Greeks. I said, "look, when you meet the guy show total respect, just shake his hand and say HI Malaka!!!"
He asks me what that means, and I tell him its a term of respect among the Greeks. So the guy is all goofy and drunk and smiling and thinking hes gonna look real cool speaking the guys lingo. I'm gonna tell him I was only kidding but I started hitting on some drunken trash sorority girl and never see him before we leave the bar.
I wake up the next day real hungover with the sorority chick in my bed and a furious banging on the door accompanied with various promises to kill me and rip my balls off. I wonder what the hell is going on until I realize its my friend that I told to greet the Father and after a few hungover seconds realize Oh ****. I pretended I wasn't there. LOL!!! Turns out he said what I told him to say and the guy flipped out and the girl was crying and hitting him. Pretty bad, LOL!!!! It worked out ok in the end, after the guy forbade his daughter to ever talk to him again, my friend told the girlfriend what happened and she told the old man and he eventually laughed like hell.

You mean I read that whole thing and you didn't say what the word meant, so I googled. So, he was calling the guy a jerk off pretty much? That's classic.

Originally Posted by whorstman

You mean I read that whole thing and you didn't say what the word meant, so I googled. So, he was calling the guy a jerk off pretty much? That's classic.

LOL!! It doesnt have an exact translation, it can cover a lot of things, it would be the equivalent of calling someone here a ****sucker or a mother******. Same type of horrible implication.

[Pointg5]

My first job out of College, I worked at a trading desk for a bank, this Greek guy I sat next to would call his relatives and talk Greek to them, he was yelling Malaka every other word, finally I asked him what it meant and he told me, I couldn't believe he was yelling that at his relatives. It was really a strange place, him yelling Malaka at his relatives, and then my boss was from Brooklyn had terets and he just found out his wife was cheating on him after they adopted a baby from Russia, felt real bad for him. I can't believe I actually lasted a year there....