I like to think of letsrun.com as being a bar where runners gather. Going off of this analogy, who are the regulars? Obviously we've got the Brojos as being the bartenders. Malmo, Flagpole, stuck with match.com, et al. all come to mind.
I like to think of letsrun.com as being a bar where runners gather. Going off of this analogy, who are the regulars? Obviously we've got the Brojos as being the bartenders. Malmo, Flagpole, stuck with match.com, et al. all come to mind.
ummm ever heard of Jordan Hassay?
I like to think of myself as a regular.
And how could anyone forget Uncle B?
Of course, Uncle B. Also Renato Canova and txrunnergirl. I imagine her being the single female in the bar surrounded by creepy dudes.
After spending time in actual bars with letsrunners, I'd say it would go something like this... Malmo would be sitting at the bar with a bunch of guys hovering around. There is a table of 3 women with no man within a 10-foot radius. stuckwithmatch.com stands in a dark corner, holding his Zima and stares at the women all night with a glazed look in his eyes. The bartender would not be a letsrunner, especially not the brojos. It's their party, after all. No, the bartender would be some poor schmuck who has never heard of letsrun and is overwhelmed by the amount of alcohol skinny runners can drink. As for the brojos, rojo would be pretty drunk and might be buying everyone drinks while wejo shakes his head and continues to update the letsrun homepage. Nikeman and I would probably start at the pool table until we're drunk enough to start some karaoke. Since this is a letsrun party, that would probably have to entail nikeman slapping the bass and giving his best Geddy Lee impression. And by best, I mean worst. Flagpole would then give some unsolicited advice and nikeman would challenge him to a race, fight, duel and pie-eating contest. However, it's now past Flagpole's curfew, so he heads home. With Flagpole gone, everyone starts to cut loose without the fear of being judged. Letsrunners hit the dance floor, which can best be described as Night at the Roxbury meets Carlton from Fresh Prince. By the next morning, no one got laid, Mr. Obvious asks for pics and we're all staring down the barrel of a hung-over long run.
txRUNNERgirl wrote:
After spending time in actual bars with letsrunners, I'd say it would go something like this...
BOOOM!
no one got laid? not even nikeman?
Yeah, I'm a regular but I post under a number of different handles. I should start using just one.
I can guarantee you I would never quench my thirst at a joint where the likes of nikejerk and txrunnerturd would be.
Me and flagpole and sagarin and 26mi365 wil be at pinkowskis garage listening to rudy ray on vinyl, drinking, and telling lies. If the phone doesnt ring, its me.
malmo wrote:
I can guarantee you I would never quench my thirst at a joint where the likes of nikejerk and txrunnerturd would be.
What did I do?
txRUNNERgirl wrote:
No, the bartender would be some poor schmuck who has never heard of letsrun and is overwhelmed by the amount of alcohol skinny runners can drink
"pffffft" - me, reading this
Freelove wrote:
txRUNNERgirl wrote:No, the bartender would be some poor schmuck who has never heard of letsrun and is overwhelmed by the amount of alcohol skinny runners can drink
"pffffft" - me, reading this
The bar ran out of glasses and food at track nationals.
malmo wrote:
I can guarantee you I would never quench my thirst at a joint where the likes of nikejerk and txrunnerturd would be.
Then I will be sure to only patronize bars where the likes of Nikeman and txRUNNERgirl would drink so that I can be sure that I don't run into grumpy old men like you.
The creepy flagpole stalking, for starters.
txRUNNERgirl wrote:
After spending time in actual bars with letsrunners, I'd say it would go something like this... Malmo would be sitting at the bar with a bunch of guys hovering around. There is a table of 3 women with no man within a 10-foot radius. stuckwithmatch.com stands in a dark corner, holding his Zima and stares at the women all night with a glazed look in his eyes. The bartender would not be a letsrunner, especially not the brojos. It's their party, after all. No, the bartender would be some poor schmuck who has never heard of letsrun and is overwhelmed by the amount of alcohol skinny runners can drink. As for the brojos, rojo would be pretty drunk and might be buying everyone drinks while wejo shakes his head and continues to update the letsrun homepage. Nikeman and I would probably start at the pool table until we're drunk enough to start some karaoke. Since this is a letsrun party, that would probably have to entail nikeman slapping the bass and giving his best Geddy Lee impression. And by best, I mean worst. Flagpole would then give some unsolicited advice and nikeman would challenge him to a race, fight, duel and pie-eating contest. However, it's now past Flagpole's curfew, so he heads home. With Flagpole gone, everyone starts to cut loose without the fear of being judged. Letsrunners hit the dance floor, which can best be described as Night at the Roxbury meets Carlton from Fresh Prince. By the next morning, no one got laid, Mr. Obvious asks for pics and we're all staring down the barrel of a hung-over long run.
^ That's what I was looking for.
And txrunnerturd? Really?
txRUNNERgirl wrote:
After spending time in actual bars with letsrunners, I'd say it would go something like this... Malmo would be sitting at the bar with a bunch of guys hovering around. There is a table of 3 women with no man within a 10-foot radius. stuckwithmatch.com stands in a dark corner, holding his Zima and stares at the women all night with a glazed look in his eyes. The bartender would not be a letsrunner, especially not the brojos. It's their party, after all. No, the bartender would be some poor schmuck who has never heard of letsrun and is overwhelmed by the amount of alcohol skinny runners can drink. As for the brojos, rojo would be pretty drunk and might be buying everyone drinks while wejo shakes his head and continues to update the letsrun homepage. Nikeman and I would probably start at the pool table until we're drunk enough to start some karaoke. Since this is a letsrun party, that would probably have to entail nikeman slapping the bass and giving his best Geddy Lee impression. And by best, I mean worst. Flagpole would then give some unsolicited advice and nikeman would challenge him to a race, fight, duel and pie-eating contest. However, it's now past Flagpole's curfew, so he heads home. With Flagpole gone, everyone starts to cut loose without the fear of being judged. Letsrunners hit the dance floor, which can best be described as Night at the Roxbury meets Carlton from Fresh Prince. By the next morning, no one got laid, Mr. Obvious asks for pics and we're all staring down the barrel of a hung-over long run.
LOL Post of the year!!!
pretty big difference between "stalking" someone and thinking they're an arrogant jerk
nikeman wrote:
pretty big difference between "stalking" someone and thinking they're an arrogant jerk
Nope. Pretty sure they're exactly the same thing, look it up in a thesaurus.
/sarcasm
Consider This wrote:
Yeah, I'm a regular but I post under a number of different handles. I should start using just one.
This is part of the fun..being creative and spontaneous. Have them guessing...