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Braggart’s and BS’ers

Ron H

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How many have close-trusted friends who are bull shitters and braggers? I had a close childhood buddy, we were like brothers until we reached our mid-20’s or so. I tolerated his growing bragg-ado for some time kidding around with him about it; but it became worse evolving into a lopsided friendship as I helped him out of scraps a number of times while when I needed it he usually had some lame excuse. He loved cars, but never worked on them beyond changing the oil and cleaning them. One time he came over with a problem and I fixed it for him. All he did was hand me the tools I needed while I was under the car. Bit later chatting with his girlfriend, she tells me how he fixed his car. I asked, gee did anyone give him a hand on it? She said nope, did it himself. Later he went through an ugly divorce and break up of a business startup. Like an idiot, I trusted the bullshit/lies he fed me about all of this while asking for my help. Since I had a pickup, we moved several loads of supplies and heavy-*** equipment to a storage shed then posted the **** on eBay for him selling it off over some months. He said that stuff was his. Ahh, it wasn’t, he was da 2nd fiddle in the biz and luckily that cash did reach his partner before a lawsuit. His partner also owned the condo he was living in that he said was his.
I’ll spare the gritty divorce crap.
Along the way he got into loving foreign cars telling me all American cars are crap spewing this like some lofty expert on this. His views were always best as a wannabe rich guy. One time he agreed to come over to help while I was building my deck. He sat in a lawn chair much of the time and my father-in-law asked me (doing a lot of work at his advanced age my bud could a been doing) “Is he here to help or occupy that chair”? I was pissed. Our long friendship had a short ending. I knew two other guys with similar traits, one had been pretty close for a some years talking me into going to work with his company until he was promoted to president being a pinpoint *** kisser. He made my life (and a few others he had been close to) miserable until I got an agreement to get out with a great severance deal. His antics to try to fire me didn’t work well since I had a glowing record and had proof to counter his lies about me he was trying to use. Close work friend who endured the same put it in some perspective. He said “I think he viewed us as a threat knowing what a dumbass he could be and took credit for things that weren’t his doing”. It sure made sense to me as he did just this.

These sorts of people have common threads, all centered on self, and I found (as I think I described above) great reasons despise them. If anyone can maintain a friendship with these sorts kudo’s to ya.
 
Yeah I still know a few
most of them still live in Concord (East Bay area)
where I was born raised & grew up, many of them didn't
I moved away permanently in 1997
rarely hear from any of them unless they need something...
 
Wow, that's a sad story. I can echo some of your experiences with tall tale tellers, liars & *** kissers, but not quite to that level. I was a victim of some, over the years and suffered for it then & when I found out later. I never got the opportunity to confront the miserable bastards but I suppose it's for the better. I never joined the brown lipped crowd as they seem to have no conscience and would stoop to what ever level that was needed to make points regardless of who they screwed or stepped on. It was a shock when I found out how many had friends, (or relatives), in high places and that was a big part of the reasons they were favored over me or others more deserving. I can't stand politics and the whole corporate suck off. I have stood alone against the (dozens) of the phony daisy chain crowd and I still can't believe I did. I've been stabbed in the back as well by people after taking care of them and singing their praises for years. I do, however, feel fortunate to have gotten this far and survived this long. At my age, most of my friends are retired and moved or croaked! Here I am still working rotating shifts but thankful I have a job. I don't miss the vacuum society at all; they make me want to power-puke! I do enjoy, my solitude and it has magnified my appreciation for the smallest things that most folks take for granted.
May your days be blessed with good fortune and success for the rest of your life. It's nice to know there are others with similar stories that have weathered the test of time!
-Salute! :drinks:
 
I used to, in my 20s-30s. Now, he was a really good guy, would do anything for anybody... But he just couldn't help himself with telling stories. When I first met him he told me all about the rare "Fender Stratovarius" guitar he had (of course it had been stolen so he couldn't show it to me)...
He used to tell us how he lost his virginity to the hot older neighbor lady....
He had a 70 Chevelle 454 engine sitting at some uncle's house somewhere, never saw that...
He used to jam with 'Tower of Power'... now that story, another friend of ours was the son of one of the band members, and we hung out around them a few times but my buddy couldn't play any instrument much less sit in with those guys...
Anyway. His BS never caused any trouble and wasn't malicious or anything so we loved him anyway. Just kind of laughed about it behind his back..and sometimes even in front of his back :)
 
Yeah - there's a LOT more I could write about on my initial post but spared that. It wasn't easy parting with my old friend and put up with his antics much longer than I should. His parents and mine were close friends so that's how we connected. His dad was a piece of work and could he get my mother riled up with his know-it-all BS. He was always bragging about something. Everyone else was 2nd class to him. He said he beat my brother in a 'race' in his '67 Riv at an intersection. I got in his face on this one as my brother had a '65 GTO he had built up some getting hi-12's at the strip. I said "No way you coulda done that Bill" and he didn't take kindly my pushback. Later I asked my brother about this as he wasn't there to hear this story. He laughed saying I just let the clutch out a bit chirping the tires having a little fun and laid off as Bill floored his taking off. Well, his son inherited his persona.
 
Yeah - there's a LOT more I could write about on my initial post but spared that. It wasn't easy parting with my old friend and put up with his antics much longer than I should. His parents and mine were close friends so that's how we connected. His dad was a piece of work and could he get my mother riled up with his know-it-all BS. He was always bragging about something. Everyone else was 2nd class to him. He said he beat my brother in a 'race' in his '67 Riv at an intersection. I got in his face on this one as my brother had a '65 GTO he had built up some getting hi-12's at the strip. I said "No way you coulda done that Bill" and he didn't take kindly my pushback. Later I asked my brother about this as he wasn't there to hear this story. He laughed saying I just let the clutch out a bit chirping the tires having a little fun and laid off as Bill floored his taking off. Well, his son inherited his persona.
Sorry and gratefully I can't relate. My best friends have never done that and I am eternally grateful. I have seen it though, just not my "besties ". Different age I guess. All born in '48-'54.
 
Sorry and gratefully I can't relate. My best friends have never done that and I am eternally grateful. I have seen it though, just not my "besties ". Different age I guess. All born in '48-'54.
Probably why they're your best friends! My best are not like that either. Remember any of the old tit-for-tats "Oh yeah, my dad can beat up your dad"...lol.
 
Better to have fewer good friends that a wide circle that includes friends like that.
 
Probably why they're your best friends! My best are not like that either. Remember any of the old tit-for-tats "Oh yeah, my dad can beat up your dad"...lol.
Don't forget:
"My dogs better than your dog, my dogs better than yours! My dogs better cause he eats Kennelration, my dogs better than yours!":D
 
You know every workplace has one. One especially comes to mind and you couldn't say anything when he was around. We called him Topper because he always had to try and top whatever was said. We would make up stuff just to see what he would reply with.
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I know people like that but they are not on the friend list.
 
friends are like coins I would rather have 4 quarters than 100 pennys
 
Childhood friends are usually put away as we grow. You get a sense of who they are as men, when they get opportunities to prove it, and fail. I left mine me behind, 30 plus years ago....never to be heard from again. It’s best we remember them as the people they were , not the ones who let us down.
 
I guess I'm just a pretty good judge of people. All the one's I call "friends" are pretty level headed, honest, no BS people. I've managed to identify ******** quickly and don't foster any friendship.
 
Being a military man I had/have a circle of friends built upon common interests and abilities. In my former line of work you either could fly, or you couldn't. There's no try, only do. As for childhood friends, I don't have any, I left home at 17 and have never really returned. In my personal life here in VT I have half a dozen close friends and one besty. The best friend is a trial sometimes, but, only because he's not the most wise one around and has family issues that take up a lot of his time and, which I try to steer clear of mostly. He's a good guy otherwise though and I value his friendship. He is literally someone who would hand you the shirt off of his back and the food out of his cupboard in an hot minute. As am I.
As for friends here on FBBO...well. you wankers know who you are...lol.
 
Here is some irony, in my life, I have discovered , only your friend's, will F--K your *** up.
Add a few family member's in as well...

Like really, how many time's, has an absolute stranger, entered your life and done the same!
And keep in mind friend's and family, normally do not act this way, do to, malice... no, no,no..they are just dumb ***'s, apparently they want to show you they are smarter than you..
Life's a competition, don't yah know!!!!

So, hence, I don't like people, a few here and there, but, math is math, the more you have, the more problems, you are going to have....
 
Don't forget:
"My dogs better than your dog, my dogs better than yours! My dogs better cause he eats Kennelration, my dogs better than yours!":D
Thanks - now I can't get that jingle out of my head! lol
 
I have a couple of family members who fit this bull....er, I mean bill. One is my cousin, who insists on showing everyone the latest a greatest purchase known to man, and no matter how you try to hedge that, yours is never as good as his. He is a know-it-all, and I remember one time in particular...my brother was parting out a 69 Coronet, and was drilling out the spot welds of the radiator support. Brother was having a problem getting the support to pop out, and my cousin (a Ford dealership mechanic) comes up and matter of factory blurts out...”no wonder, 69 Coronets have 9 spot welds on each side, not 8 like the other models”! Never having been so much as close to a 69 Coronet as he did before he walked up, he sure was “knowledgeable” about the number of spotwelds used on a 69 Coronet radiator support!

The other, sadly, is my Dad. He has told some whoppers in his time, most notably about his old 70 Roadrunner. His story has grown over the years, partly true, but mostly stretched. According to him.....He wanted a 70 Roadrunner convertible 6bbl 4 speed car, but Chrysler didn’t make them. He was Lamenting this to a girl he worked with at the Christmas party, whose husband was a Chrysler exec, and she introduced them to each other. The guy told Dad to write down what he wanted and he would make sure that it got built. Sure enough, a couple months later, it was sitting in our driveway. Now, in order to satisfy Dad, Chrysler Dyno’d 5 different motors for the car and put the best one in, took it to the track to test it out, but they weren’t happy about the performance. They took the car back and had 5 more motors dyno’d and picked the best one, and that was the motor in the car. Now, Chrysler liked his idea so much that they decided to build 49 more cars.

So, some of that is true, he did work with a girl whose husband was a Chrysler exec, he did have the car followed down the line, and the car was incredibly fast. You can fill in the blanks about the rest of the story, and I know I’ve shown it before, but this is the time slip from Dad running the car at the Summernationals in 1970. Dad never so much as laid a wrench on this car, only to crank the torsion bars all the way up for better weight transfer. What was done to the car to make it that fast we will never know, and what probably lends itself to Dad stretching the truth over the years.

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