The first rule of Slap Club is that you don't talk about Slap Club.
That's weird -- I wasn't involved in any of Saturday's Stranger-related slapping, but my best pal Meagan has been drunkenly slapping the shit out of Capitol Hill for probably a year now. I don't know which side is more satisfying: slapping is the obvious choice, but being slapped has a kind of tingly, giddy, maybe-I-have-a-concussion bad-assery about it.
Old men like me view this as a one-way ticket to headache land and nothing more.
I'm, I guess, old school. If any person ever slapped me for any reason, I would slap them back immediately and disproportionately harder and more than once, and if they wound up for anything after that, I'd start punching them in the face.
I know it's supposed to be fun or something, but sorry :( in advance.
I don't even like to bump my head on anything....
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You people are nuts, that's what's going on here.
If you slap me at a party, I'm going to start to cry, and then I'm going to break your arm, knock you down, punch in the face several times, shove my hand down your throat, and bite you really, really hard somewhere on your face or neck until people pull me off you. There will be pieces of you missing. It will not be pretty or funny.
Fnarf -- slap fight?
When I was in college, a couple of my friends and I used to play "the slapping game" which wasn't so much a game as two people taking turns slapping each other gradually getting harder and harder. It was surprisingly fun...if you do slaps correctly, it stings for a second, but it doesn't really hurt.
The best version was with teams: you slapped one person, who slapped your partner, who slapped the other person's partner who slapped you. So you were never the direct recipient of the slap that came after yours, allowing you to slap really fucking hard, knowing that your poor partner would reap the rewards.
I've never been able to convince anyone else to play with me, so I'm excited to hear about this!
You people are kinky.
I found that out of 10 people, 7 will be delighted/excited by being slapped, 2 will be confused and might not know what is going on, and 1 will ask you never to do that again and might even beat you up. A game of slapping roulette. It's in that micro-second post-slap exchange where people decide if they hate you or they love you. And you also might be surprised to find out why you slapped them. And what's even more subversive than slaps? Hugs.
Erik/Buster
Actually I'd be happiest if you didn't fuckin' touch me at all, capisce? Keep your hands off the suit, that's all I'm sayin'.
Lloyd: no, but I'll happy to admire you from afar.
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Lol Fnarf. I don't know what it is about my face/head, but I go ballistic if it is contacted forcefully in any way for any fucking reason. Combine that with the fact that NW-holes think they can just cross your line (personal space, for example) and pretend it's no big deal, like it's some fucking joke. I'm not having it.
Like Fnarf, If someone slapped me, I'd probably burst into tears, but I don't think I'd do the rest of it. I'm horrible in confrontations.
But don't think I'm a pushover. I'd find some way to ruin your life. It's my Northwest Passive Aggresiveness. Although I'm not a native, I've lived here long enough to acquire it.
I have NWPA in spades, but like Lloyd I'm touchy too. And I have trouble with going too far. Anger management issues, you might say. An itchy finger on the trigger. Easily wounded, defensive, and impervious to physical pain. Seriously, folks, I'm fuckin' nuts, just stay away from me, I'll hurt you. NO SLAPPING.
I was slapped and slapped back. It made me feel old, like in the '90s when every house party had a straight guy wearing a dress.
there actually is a slap club in seattle. it is cleverly called slap club and activities include slapping each other across the face. hard.
slap club was founded in late 2001 by julie butterfield and myself. we were, at the time, commonly referred to as the laverne and shirley of seattle.
original members include ben gibbard, nick harmer, and chad queirolo. one of our most memorable meetings took place in the lounge at the crocodile cafe, after we had viewed jackass: the movie at a nearby cinema.
the first rule of slap club is you slap the shit out of the other members. it's fun and pretty hot.
Hmmm... yeah... you need to watch out in case you get a drink poured on your head after the slapping, as some robots have often discovered.
This behavior is also known as 'Assault and Battery' when you do it to someone who didn't consent (depending on where you live, it may not matter if consent was granted). It would probably be a misdemeanor but if you cause any serious injury it could be bumped up to a felony. You could also face a civil trial.
Now, that's what I'm talking about. You come into our house, you should get your behind kicked. You don't come into the OB playing that stuff. You're across the ocean over there. You're across the city. You can't come over to our place talking noise like that. You'll get your butt beat.
Can you upload photos to this thing, cause I've got some doosies from the WET Slapdance Smackdown.
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But to be fair, buster is sort of a weak slapper. Buddy, if you're going to poparize this, you need to get more slap in your wrist. I tried it in antwerp, the euros just seemed confused and started muttering about bush and american jerks.but still, kudos on bringing slapping back, B McL!
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