[civilian_number_two]

Yikes. I have never been to a party where anyone ever talked about Mythbusters. From the sound of it, I am glad to have dodged that bullt up to now.

Hey you know what's fun? When the hot girl at the party says a bunch of really stupid shit and no-one wants to call her on it, so you call her on it, and then later her boyfriend takes you aside for a private talk because even though you failed to notice, apparently she was really upset by the way you dressed her down in public, and so you very calmly let him know that she was being an idiot and all you did was call her on it, and you get him to privately admit that he's planning to marry and have babies with a complete idiot who makes a fool of herself at parties just beacuse he likes that short red dress she likes to wear at parties. And then you tell him that this has all the makings of a great divorce and custody battle in three to six years when he finally gets sick of her shit or when she finally gives in to any of the army of guys complimenting her on her various wonderful opinions, opinions he's long tired of complimenting her on because they are so god-dmaned idiotic. Man, If I could navigate that scenario for a living, I would be a wealthier man today.

I liked the one where they dressed Kari up in silver booty shorts and silver body paint to try to see whether it was true that the original actor hired to play the Tin Man might have had a reaction to the paint they used. That's like me trying to prove you couldn't possibly have a peanut allergy because I can eat an entire jar of Adam's Unsalted Peanut Butter in one sitting (Actually I am slender and not certain I could do that, but would try with the right provocation. Anyway you get the point). Bad science, nice booty.

[barend]

Oh god thankyou. Exactly.

I've had that first paragraph situation a few times. It usually goes different for me. Girl says something stupid, I quip her on it. Everyone laughs. Said boyfriend/husband sleeps on the couch that night for laughing and also after being pulled aside for not pulling me aside.

Except for that one haloween party where some massive 6'3" boxer's hotty wife in a skimpy costume kept sitting on my lap. That was terrifying.

This post has been edited by barend: 18 March 2009 - 06:21 PM

[Gobbler]

Man, If I could navigate that scenario for a living, I would be a wealthier man today.

Sounds like a business model that would work out more than just nicely for me too, so get to it.