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[slammerkinbabe]

You know, for all the rants I have heard from Ring-a-Ling about her boyfriend (today's rant is that he is a "sick fuck who needs to see a psychiatrist, go look in the phone book it starts with a p, even though I know you probably think it starts with an s, but it's in the phone book they're all over the city and you need to go look one up because you are a sick fuck, seriously mentally sick in the head"), I have never quite been able to discern whether it is always the same guy that she is talking about, or whether she really just has this much bad luck in the guy department.

I suppose it's none of my business, but honestly, I can't help hearing it, and if I could, believe me, I would. Barring that, after awhile you do start wondering about the full and coherent narrative, you know?

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[heyt]

I'm a big fan of the ring-a-ling series and just have to say I agree with the wondering about the "full and coherent narrative."

We used to have these horribly trashy neighbors and they were ALWAYS going off on each other around 2-3 am. I learned all about who was doing who and I always had the urge to yell back at them with information I had gleaned from the others in their house hold because they ALL would sit outside my window on their cellphones for 'privacy.' Seriously. I was always WTF?!

[slammerkinbabe.livejournal.com]

Ha! I remember once I was on a long bus ride, sitting right near two women who were going on in very loud voices about the most soap-operaish story I'd ever heard. It involved a guy named Rock and a girl named Aphrodite, and Aphrodite had a sister named Melanie, and Rock was messing with both of them, but then Melanie's and Aphrodite's mother got into the mess somehow, I think she threatened Rock, and the police got involved, which was a problem because one of the parties involved was hooking or dealing drugs or something, I forget. And it was all very delicious. (I did a Google later to see if it was a soap opera, and, no, it wasn't.) So I'm sitting there, trying to pretend I'm not listening...

...and the girl sitting next to me, a stranger to me and also to the women in the conversation, leans across my seat to say to the women "OH NO HE DITN'T! Did she smack him?"

And instead of giving her the evil eye or telling her to butt out, one of them shakes her head sorrowfully and the other one goes "I KNOW!" And from then on the conversation was between the three of them, with the girl next to me nodding animatedly and occasionally inserting commentary of the "O RLY?" "YA RLY" "NO WAI!" variety.

It was awesome.

[heyt]

That is made of awesome!

The biggest soap opera style event they had was one of
thier boyfriends was from an appartment on the
otherside of the courtyard and somehow he got in a
fight with his roomate and managed to be pushed
THROUGH THE WINDOW (!) The police came out and the
girls (next door) were all crying and everything. The
next day one of them was on her cell phone to her
friend saying how that the window incident happened
because the boyfriend had a choke hold on the roomate
causing him to panic and move towards the window. This
was a decidedly different story than we heard them
tell the cops though.

[slammerkinbabe.livejournal.com]

Good Lord, that IS a soap opera.

The only human defenestration we had when I was in college was a guy who fell out a second-story window, but was so drunk when he did it that he didn't feel it. That was pretty impressive.

[heyt]

I guess that's a new meaning to falling down drunk...