When I was in college, computers were new and I knew very little about them. When it came to papers, I would write them on notebook paper and typically would make arrangements with girls in the dorms to type them. Sometimes pay, sometimes car service....sometimes...the appropriate amount of pickle.

One night my freshman year I'm in the dorm and for some reason I couldn't get any of the "usuals" to type a paper I had due the next morning. I open the computer in the room which is on a network I didn't understand at the time...

I'm 1 finger willy typing a click at a time...and the computer starts binging noise...I realize it's notifications of some kind. Eventually I click it and it opens what is a campus network-communication system....all of the students online can see names, click names and chat.....novel concept today right....

Anyway, some username kept trying to chat with me. I'd never done that before and didn't even really know how it worked. So I engage in a painfully slow conversation because I didn't type like a champion as I do today.

Eventually the person suggests we speak by phone, so I call. We're engaging in enough conversation that I can tell it's a girl. At some point, she says something about a fat girl that tipped over in her dorm or something....and I make some random joke about this hog in my 8am lifetime wellness lab who is about the size of a monster truck.

The phone gets quiet....she says "uh....which lifetime wellness instructor".....and I feel the rush of blood run to my head...the top one.....there's only 1 8am wellness lab......and she informs me she's in it.....and then basically asks if I'm a monster...if I've done this on purpose....that she knew she was fat but had never been compared to a monster truck.

So....out of the thousands of possibilities to have my first online chat...my first call of that kind....I randomly throw out a barbaric insult to an anonymous person whom I've never met.....and it you guessed it....turned out to be THAT person.

She was sad...I tried to apologies because it truly was an accidental coincidence...hell, i'd hoped she was skinny and interested in giving a hummer. She said she accepted my apology and asked who I was in class.....I told her I was a Delta Chi that wore a blue jean jacket.....and didn't go to that class the next week.

It was an asshole thing to do....but a complete coincidence.

I was an asshole to a number of girls in college for various reasons, but I feel the worst about that one.

Lmao. You honestly y crushed my own soul reading that. Dayum. Poor girl

I've been accused of following BRC around D.C. and being an asshole to him. That's pretty accurate, but he's a sensitive ginger. He appears to be entirely likable though. I'm pretty much a selfish a-hole in real life. I accept that.

i had already walked the horse out once only to have it come right back. I hate them like Devil Anse hated the McCoys.

I just googled that. It's pretty much spot on but I didn't get any souls and I'm not a hunchbacked dwarf.

So are the people in this thread fair game, or are we meant to consider their feeling because they owned up to how shitty they are?

This is Cp.. fair game

At Western Sizzler in Salina I took the very last chicken leg on the buffet and this little old lady said. "Well Shit!"


I think I was scumbag of the Earth and Galaxy to her.



I didn't even apologize.