Personally I think you made a mistake by even offering to make her a board after she split on you for another guy,then shows up months later. Tells me she flies by the seat of her pants. In other words she’s a bit unstable to say the least. Chalk it up for experience. The best thing you can learn in life is how to spot nightmare people before they take you to the cleaners. As a rule I base my deposit price so that if the whole thing blows up in my face I don’t lose money. That being said, I like the idea of making it a dartboard! Lol Or better yet take it to the woods with some bros and a double barrel shotgun and have at it!! 
give it to a grom!
W TOP - W K… - Waitresses Lyrics - Know What Boys Like Lyrics
Boys, boys
He you wanna know something?
Boys, boys
Boys like girls
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I’ve got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I seem them looking (looking)
I make them want me
I like to tease them
And they want to touch me
I never let them
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like me
I got my cat moves
That so upsets them
Zippers and buttons
Fun to frustrate them
They get so angry
Like pouty children
Denied their candy
I laugh right at them
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I’ve got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I know what boys like
I got what boys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like, boys like me
I think you’re special
I might let you
You’re so much different
I might let you
There’s no one like you
I might let you
Or would you like that?
I might let you
Sucker!
Boys, b-b-boys
Boys, b-b-b-boys
G-g-g-g-got what boys want
G-g-g-got
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I’ve got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I know what boys like
I got what boys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like, boys like me
I know what boys like
I got what boys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like, boys like me
Yeah, I know what boys like
Come on girls, you know what they like
It ain’t no secret
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I’ve got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
dude…these lessons are hard to learn, once it’s sour and another mans been there, it’s sour and never ever ever worth going back for any reason. If you got a soft side on this…get over it.
get back with her man
than you can have the pleasure of chucking her in a few weeks
You all are good guys…it is great to get some humor out of the situation, and some good solid advice!!
Carl, i am thinking about what you said…I actually have a grom lined up for the board…a younger brother of a friend. He offered to buy it, but has about 13 bucks to his name…I may just throw it his way…
Nels…
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I have learned the same lesson over and over
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Okay…there is another one for the Swaylock’s Hall Of Fame…I don’t think there is anybody around here with any kind of sense of humor who hasn’t been there! Makes me grin just thinking about it…optimists one and all…
you said it brother! I would be honored to be in the old Sways Hall of Fame for my ridiculous decision making…haha. Who else is in the Hall of Fame…???
We should have an induction…
Lokbox…
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In other words she’s a bit unstable to say the least.
To say the least is for sure!! She was always a little unstable…I would go so far as to say she might be schizophrenic or bi-polar…you should meet her!! And the woods and a shotgun sound like a great idea!
Solo…thanks for the lyrics man…I got a good laugh about it
Silly…tempting…but I gotta stay away once and for all…hahahah
Its funny that I have started a bunch of threads on here over the past year or so, and most of them are about surfboard design and construction. Most of those thread dissapeared into the swaylocks abyss. I start a thread about a crazy girl, and it is a hit!! I guess we all have more in common than just surfing!!! haha.
Therefore I hereby move to change the name of sways…Swaylocks Surfboard Design Forum and Group Therapy…catchy, huh??
Thanks again guys, I might print this thread on rice paper and laminate it to my next board…hahaha
Zap, That was FUNNY! Mike
hahhahahah…mikey buell is my hero!
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You all are good guys…it is great to get some humor out of the situation, and some good solid advice!!
Carl, i am thinking about what you said…I actually have a grom lined up for the board…a younger brother of a friend. He offered to buy it, but has about 13 bucks to his name…I may just throw it his way…
Nels…
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Yes, you should do that. The boy will get good, then pro, then World Champ. So you get to sell thousands of boards, drive a Ferrari and have a clothing line…
…untill one day a girl you once knew comes in asking for a board…
I’m putting this on line as I’m not sure that Chipfish’s message uploaded. Not for me, anyway.
sorry to spoil your conclusion,the formula contains a little error in part 1. it says “to find a woman you need time and money”
therefore it should read:
woman = time + money
take it from there and see the difference…
Besides, given her apparently unstable state, if you followed Silly’s advice and got back together with her just to dump her, although tempting, that might push her over the edge. You’d be asking for a boiled rabbit in your kitchen or worse.
REE, REE, REE, REE, REE (that’s supposed to be the Psycho knife-in-the-shower scene music).
I “lurk” on a “local” surf page, and it is quite pathetic… seems to be a minimal knowledge of surf, no discusion of surf board design, though in defense of the site is has a rarely used section for board talk… Anyway, it mostly consists of a handfull of people “slamming” each other or putting others down. Plain old lame, and rarely funny.
Sways on the other hand - I gotta say god bless Dale S. for proding me to get on here - is chalk full of info, knowlegdeable people… and I dare say, of this thread as others, some funny funny stuff.
I love this place - Thanks for all the good times, Taylor
I used to post on a local kiteboarding forum… My so called friend would always talk trash behind my back along with a few other riders…
I no longer post, but read some of it… It’s really gotten bad, just the negative vibe.
I now like to kite by myself, or maybe with one other person whom I like solely because he was one of the few that didn’t talk trash and we have alike interest (although I’m only 17 and he’s in his late 30’s)
It’s kinda crazy how everyone just sits and talks constantly bad about eachother…
I’ve been wanting to start making kiteboards for some money (I currently work at the beach chamber of commerce, can you say BORING!) But, my designs keep changing and I’ve gotta get some startup money! I can make probably 4 boards a day at a constant rate… One of the real reasons I want to start making them is because I love the technology involved, the materials, along with wanting to have a reasson to build a CNC machine (both Hotwire and router)
I’m in school right now and persuing a Masters in Mechanical engineering and later either Aeronautical/electrical/materials/chemical engineering too.
I love working with my hands… And to end this post, I’ve gotta mention the POSITIVE vibe I get from this site… which is rather strange… All the guys on the local kiting forum know eachother PERSONALLY but here we’re just reading different usernames and we still treat eachother a HELL of a lot better!
mate , have a chat [ie: maybe a send “private message”] to ‘lavz’ …
he too is doing engineering , and is interested in the technology side of things , such as vacuum bagging …I think you’ll get on well , maybe you can spur each other on in your various projects !
cheers !
ben
this is just from my experience working with people with mental instability , and having two as neighbours for a year…
be very careful selling the board AS IS to a grom …
why ?
If she sees and recognises the board , being the loose cannon she sounds [from your description] , she could well call the cops , claim the guy stole it , and he and you somnehow end up in the sh**. Don’t laugh , I have seen it happen .
If neccessary , respray / reshape / re-logo it , before selling it . Then you will be fine . I would not wish those kinds of hassles on ANY grom , no matter how often he had dropped in on me . Waves always come , whereas “some” women never leave.
get her the heck out of your life .
Move , if neccessary …life is too short to repeatedly get screwed over by troublemakers.
cheers !
ben
Offered for your amusement. This doesn’t involve a surfboard, so maybe it doesn’t belong here, but it was a Bro deal gone bad, nevertheless. Long, long ago I had a Datsun pickup truck. Decent, but not special. After some significant storm flooded Ocean City NJ (noreaster, I believe, could have been a 'cane though) I used the truck for some sightseeing. There was an unanticipated low spot on one street where I had it almost to the hood in salt water. It didn’t stall, but it was a near thing. About six months later, a good bud wanted to buy it. I wasn’t naive enough even then to suppose that selling a vehicle to a friend was without consequence, and I tried to refuse, citing the fact that it had been immersed in salt water, but he insisted. He really wanted that truck. So I agreed to sell it to him for way below book value, only to find out that he was short of cash. I took half up front, IOU for the rest. A few months after, my old lady is pregnant, and I’ve seen no more dough from that cat. I call him and press him for the money. “Damned truck has bad wiring - it’s all corroded” says he. Well, duh! He tells me he wants to deduct the cost of replacing the wiring harness from what he owes. I carefully remind him of the circumstances of the sale, and ask him how many "F"s exist in the word “way”. Several more months pass, no payments materialize. Shortly after the birth of my son, he invites himself over for a few beers. He brings in an odd-shaped parcel wrapped in brown paper. He hands it to me and tells me to unwrap it. Turns out to be an old Marlin 12 gauge single shot. He tells me he figures the shotgun is worth more than the money he owes me, which he doesn’t have, and implies that I should consider myself lucky. Now I’m far from anti-gun, and I have enjoyed an occasional day at the range, but I couldn’t visualize how to use it to help feed my new family (short of activities that would constitute a one-way ticket to the nearest state prison). He isn’t about to take it back, though. Seeing that I’m not going to improve the deal any, I keep the damned thing and send him on his way. A couple months later, after moving out of the area, I dismantled the gun to examine its condition, need to be cleaned, etc. Inside the forestock was engraved “Property of XXX Police Department” where XXX = a locality near my former residence! So now I own a gun that used to belong to the fuzz, with no clue how it came to be relieved from that organization (lots of possibilities racing through my imagination, none of them good - I consider researching murders of cops from that department). In return for doing a Bro a favor, I got gypped out of money, and for good measure, possession of an item that could potentially implicate me in some felony I had nothing to do with. Pretty amusing now, but lesson learned then.
Samiam
I hope you called the authorities and told them what you had, it’s BAD news to have stolen firearms…
No. Lots of reasons why. It might have been sold off legit as surplus (cops were into the pump models by then). I was living 350 miles away. The guy who gave it to me was out of touch, and he did do me on the truck deal, but he was still a bro. Last, but not least, if it was involved in something unsavory, I risked being asked to account for my whereabouts on the night of bla-bla-bla. This was in an era of lost nights. Suppose I couldn’t do that? The item went to the local dump, one piece at a time (sorry, Mr. Cash, stop spinning now), except for the forestock, which got well and truly incinerated.
-Samiam
As long as you got rid of it then that’s good.
It may have gotten bought legit considering it was a break open and police change weapons and then auction them off.
There’s no way to tell if it was done in something illegal, so there would’ve been no worries there… if anything you could’ve just said you found it around some area.
Funny post - unfortunate choice in avatar… if you saw it - well, you know.
This Helmet is like brand new. I bought it for my wife, but it’s to small for her big fat head.You know, it was all a big lie right
from the beginning. I asked her if she liked bikes, (i’ve been riding since i was 9 years old.) She’s like "Yeah, I love
Motorcycles, they’re great!" Now, i’m thinking to myself, this chicks cool, she’s hot, has big boobs, and loves motorcycles. I
gotta snag this one up quick.Little did i know that as soon as i gave her the engagement ring, all that would change. First, it
was a subtle hint, you know, that the wedding’s going to be expensive, and that that band costs just as much as my
motorcycle. With all these wedding plans going on, i hardly have time to ride my bike. I’m schleping all over the state looking
at reception halls, listening to cheesy wedding bands, and picking out floral arrangements. She brings up the fact that i havn’t
ridden my bike in a while now, (No kidding!! She won’t let me out of her sight for more than 5 minutes!) and that maybe i
should sell it. Now, that brings a whole lot of tension into the situation. I’m like no way! Then i notice that our sex life has
reduced dramatically. A man has gotta do, what he’s gotta do, so, i sell the bike, thinking that things will get better. She
promises me, that as soon as we get married, she’ll get a good job, and then i can get another bike. We get married, and
we’re having sex everyday. Life is good. The Evil One is looking for work for like, 6 months. I find it hard to believe that she
can’t find a damn job, but who am i to say? She’s just holding out for that Management position she says. To be quite honest,
i really don’t care, she’s cleaning my pipes better than Roto Rooter. Then the kicker…She tells me she’s pregnant. All the
while i thought she was on the pill! I ask her how this happened, and she said the pill gave her facial hair. (I really couldn’t
see a difference, after all she is Italian). Fast Foward 9 months…i’m out breaking my back doing manual labor, she’s a big,
fat, hairy lipped beach ball, with the disposition of a rabid Pit Bull. Nothing i say, or do is good enough for her. The day she
gave birth, i thought again, that things will change for the better. WRONG!! Now everythings about the baby. Me, i’m
second fiddle. Sex life? Ha! The only time i get some action is when i see her breast feeding the little bastard! I’m going
crazy, at least if i had a motorcycle, i could take out some of my frustration. Even the guys at work notice how miserable i’ve
been. One day, my partner rolls up on a brand new bike. I wanted to commit suicide. He knows how bad i wanted another
bike. He see’s the look in my eye, and asks me if i would like to take it out for a spin Friday night. It was truly the first time i
lit up since marrying that bitch. Friday rolls around, i cash my check, and head on over to my partners house. I cruise around
for a while, and end up at this little bar on the edge of town. I head up to the bar, place my helmet on it, and order a beer. I
look over and see this little hottie chatting it up with her friends. I notice that the eye contact is getting more and more
frequent. After a few more minutes, she walks over to me and tells me she just loves motorcycles. That they get her
“excited”. I ask her if she wants to go for a ride. Her beautifully full lips widen with a pearly white smile. I take that as a yes. I
grab her by the hand, and lead her to the bike. She straps on the spare helmet that was on the bike, and away we go. We
ride for hours. She taps me on the shoulder, and tells me her apartment is on the next block. Would i want to stop in for a
while and have another beer. Who am i to say no? I watch her lead the way, and i can’t keep my eyes off of her tight lil’
behind. I think back to the days when old hippo ass looked like this. Well, once upstairs, one beer turned into two, and so
on. The next thing i know, i’m in bed with her, and she was amazing! It was the best expierence i have ever had. Right then i
had an epiphany. I had to be happy. I wasn’t going to live a miserable existance for the rest of my life and something had to
be done. Long story short, i left my hairy beast of a wife. (She’s done good since i left. She remarried an Appliance salesman
named Harold.) While i was moving out, i came across the helmet. I don’t ever want to be reminded of my miserable past
life, so please, make a bid. I have a motorcycle payment to make! The helmet has no scratches, size MED and i would rate
it a 9 out of 10 Winning bidder to Pay with PAYPAL ONLY. Winning Bidder to pay all Shipping costs. I ship UPS ONLY.
No Zero or Negative Feedback Bidders.
Ok guys, First off, i gotta thank everyone for the great Emails. (Especially the Hotties sending me Topless pics. BTW, i
never get tired of that!) I gotta get some things out here. ****** This is a no joke auction, so please, don’t bid unless your
gonna buy the helmet. I really need the money, and i don’t think its fair to the people who really want to bid on this.
Thnaks!***** Ok, some concerns have been brought up to me in a few of my emails. FIRST! Let me state that this helmet
is not CURSED! I have brought in a Poltergeist to “cleanse” the Helmet. I assure you that their will be no left over “Bitch”
residue in the helmet when the winning bidder recieves it.I also had the helmet INFRARED SCANNED for cooties, and it
passed with flying colors. You have my word as a human being. I would never subject anyone to the hell i went through.
SECOND! Many of you have asked for pics of the Ex. Come on now People! Do you REALLY expect me to have any
pics of her. I damn near wanted to drink a gallon of Bleach just to clean my mouth out cause i remeber having to kiss her
goodnight! If you need a visual, Halloween is coming soon. When the little grubby bastards come trick or treating with there
scary masks, times it by 100, and you still won’t be close to the UG-LEE-NESS of that Wildebeast. Again, it’s been friggin’
fun. Mikey Buell
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Offered for your amusement. This doesn’t involve a surfboard, so maybe it doesn’t belong here, but it was a Bro deal gone bad, nevertheless. Long, long ago I had a Datsun pickup truck. Decent, but not special. After some significant storm flooded Ocean City NJ (noreaster, I believe, could have been a 'cane though) I used the truck for some sightseeing. There was an unanticipated low spot on one street where I had it almost to the hood in salt water. It didn’t stall, but it was a near thing. About six months later, a good bud wanted to buy it. I wasn’t naive enough even then to suppose that selling a vehicle to a friend was without consequence, and I tried to refuse, citing the fact that it had been immersed in salt water, but he insisted. He really wanted that truck. So I agreed to sell it to him for way below book value, only to find out that he was short of cash. I took half up front, IOU for the rest. A few months after, my old lady is pregnant, and I’ve seen no more dough from that cat. I call him and press him for the money. “Damned truck has bad wiring - it’s all corroded” says he. Well, duh! He tells me he wants to deduct the cost of replacing the wiring harness from what he owes. I carefully remind him of the circumstances of the sale, and ask him how many "F"s exist in the word “way”. Several more months pass, no payments materialize. Shortly after the birth of my son, he invites himself over for a few beers. He brings in an odd-shaped parcel wrapped in brown paper. He hands it to me and tells me to unwrap it. Turns out to be an old Marlin 12 gauge single shot. He tells me he figures the shotgun is worth more than the money he owes me, which he doesn’t have, and implies that I should consider myself lucky. Now I’m far from anti-gun, and I have enjoyed an occasional day at the range, but I couldn’t visualize how to use it to help feed my new family (short of activities that would constitute a one-way ticket to the nearest state prison). He isn’t about to take it back, though. Seeing that I’m not going to improve the deal any, I keep the damned thing and send him on his way. A couple months later, after moving out of the area, I dismantled the gun to examine its condition, need to be cleaned, etc. Inside the forestock was engraved “Property of XXX Police Department” where XXX = a locality near my former residence! So now I own a gun that used to belong to the fuzz, with no clue how it came to be relieved from that organization (lots of possibilities racing through my imagination, none of them good - I consider researching murders of cops from that department). In return for doing a Bro a favor, I got gypped out of money, and for good measure, possession of an item that could potentially implicate me in some felony I had nothing to do with. Pretty amusing now, but lesson learned then.
Samiam
1am2sam I have had the same experience but with the neighbor across the street appx. 15 years ago. Learned a good lesson “Lending money (any shape or form) to friends, relatives or neighbors causes amnesia”