tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39446630557308955632024-10-04T18:58:12.443-07:00Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-16432942036823603932010-01-17T17:30:00.000-08:002008-01-21T12:16:32.730-08:00We all know that guy. You know that guy. The guy who does something or says something and you just shake your head. You can see right through that guy. That guy is predictable. He is overpowered by insecurity or habit or superstition or need for attention or whatever- and it causes him to do something asinine; it behooves him to say the unsayable; it releases an inner man that doesn't belong out in the real world; it demolishes that filter in all our heads that stops certain thoughts from reaching our lips; there is no inner monologue; there is no shame in outer appearance. That guy can't be stopped.<br /><br />We all know him. Some of you are him. In fact, in most cases, we are all him in some way. You may be that guy at the bar; that guy in the restaurant; that guy on the golf course; that guy on the road; that guy at the gym. We don't want to be that guy, but we are. You may even say, "I don't mean to be that guy..."- but you are. <br /><br />This is a compilation of that guy. This is that guy at his best (or worse- depending on how you look at it). If you find you are that guy. Let me beseech you. Let me urge you to do something for your fellow man. Let me encourage you to stop- to put an end to that guy. We all have work to do. The first step is self-realization. Look deep within yourselves. Find out. Search. Are you that guy?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">That Guy</span><br /><br /><a href="http://yourthatguy.blogspot.com/search/label/...at%20the%20bar">...at the bar</a><br /><a href="http://yourthatguy.blogspot.com/search/label/...at%20the%20gym">...at the gym</a><br /><a href="http://yourthatguy.blogspot.com/search/label/...at%20the%20restaurant">...at the restaurant</a><br /><a href="http://yourthatguy.blogspot.com/search/label/...on%20the%20road">...on the road</a><br /><a href="http://yourthatguy.blogspot.com/search/label/...in%20sports">...in sports</a><br /><a href="http://yourthatguy.blogspot.com/search/label/...miscellaneous">...misc guy</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-88038834983315959062010-01-17T17:22:00.000-08:002008-01-21T12:12:20.973-08:00Everyone knows that guy at the gym. You know him by his apparel or his unfortunate mannerisms as he attempts to better his body. For some reason he cannot just workout, that guy at the gym has to stand out. <br /><br />Usually that guy at the gym is altitude-ly deficient. He might be short, but he sure can do some amazing bicep curls. This guy probably went through high school on the second string. He is the back-up, 160 pound offensive guard, the guy who was sent to left-field; you could spot him at the end of the bench in basketball. <br /><br />Now there is nothing wrong with being any of those players. Not everyone was the stud quarterback in high school, but that guy at the gym has never gotten over it. His time in the gym is his way of making up for those insecurities.<br /><br />You may know him as...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-86515389392115799092010-01-17T17:01:00.000-08:002008-01-19T17:23:57.070-08:00We all know that guy at the bar. This guy’s main issue is picking up women. That guy at the bar will spend way too much time at home getting ready for his night out. His clothes are carefully picked out, hair perfectly gelled, cologne properly dabbed (always too much, of course), and he has to have a drink or two to take the edge off. Finally, he is ready to go.<br /><br />As that guy at the bar arrives, he checks to make sure he has everything: money, ID, gum, sample-size cologne, fake Tag watch. He walks in and immediately gets a drink (again, for the edge). That guy at the bar usually takes a welcome lap around the bar. He acts like he is just saying hi to all his friends but in actuality he is checking out the talent. He makes mental notes on his 1st through 3rd round prospects. He may even attempt to identify his sleeper pick- the poor girl he believes would be his take-home pick if all else fails. However, usually this is done on his third trip to the bathroom. Keep in mind, none of his picks ever sign. But that doesn’t keep that guy at the bar from trying.<br /><br />Throughout the night, that guy at the bar shallowly does and says things that are a manifestation of something quite deeper. If indeed he is able to catch a girl on a bad night- perhaps on the rebound, or extremely drunk, or maybe she is that girl at the bar- it will only mend the deeper issue; like putting a band-aid on a broken leg, that guy at the bar improperly dresses the wound of a broken heart. This is that guy at the bar.<br /><br />You may know him as…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-47435876172967767102010-01-16T17:32:00.000-08:002008-01-21T12:18:28.981-08:00Miscellaneous guy doesn’t have a home. He is a nomad. You see this guy everywhere. Perhaps you’ll see him at your local supermarket or mall. It doesn’t matter- miscellaneous guy has no boundaries. He doesn’t keep to the bar or the gym or the restaurant. He is the most dangerous of guys. Why? Because you can't avoid him; you can't stir clear of him; and you can't prepare for him. He is the ninja of That Guys.<br /><br />You may know him as...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-31930681316627669162008-01-21T12:30:00.000-08:002008-01-21T12:32:47.805-08:00This guy shows up to a best friends bachelor party, is single, and probably never will get married and always tries to hook up with the stripper by getting "to know them" on a personal level.<br /><br /><blockquote>What is your real name? Where are you from? Do you have any brothers or sisters?</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-89881492694277400142008-01-21T09:25:00.001-08:002008-01-21T09:25:51.690-08:00Are you serious? Seriously, Are you serious?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-38760296183768880842008-01-21T09:24:00.000-08:002008-01-21T09:25:11.895-08:00This guy weaves in and out of traffic, continually shifting his green Probe, trying to get just one car length ahead just to find himself behind the same Lays Potato truck in the slow lane.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-30346937425579209012008-01-21T09:22:00.002-08:002008-01-21T09:24:04.896-08:00This guy thinks his son is the next A-Rod or Barry Sanders. Look Youth-League Dad Guy, it doesn't matter if your kid hit .654 last year. HE'S NINE!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-48962977185175056842008-01-21T09:22:00.001-08:002008-01-21T09:22:34.931-08:00Everyone has seen and sat next to this guy at a ball game. The guy who stands up in his seat yelling on his cell phone “I can see you, I can see you, can you see me” waiving his arms furiously like he has spotted an aircraft and is trying to get rescued from a deserted island, trying to show his seat location at the ball game to his buddy who is sitting in worse seats than him somewhere else in stadium filled with 40,000 plus people. Why? Why is it so important they spot you? Please just sit down and enjoy a nice bratwurst and the game.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-44139406555216203972008-01-21T09:20:00.000-08:002008-01-21T09:21:48.346-08:00This guy wears a jersey and calls every player by their nickname like they just had lunch earlier.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-40997972423752914182008-01-21T09:19:00.002-08:002008-01-21T09:20:05.708-08:00Just order lemonade!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-55379686745023008542008-01-21T09:19:00.001-08:002008-01-21T09:19:26.083-08:00This guy complains about the waitress all the time. Dinner is never served fast enough.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-53700232026859531062008-01-21T09:18:00.001-08:002008-01-21T09:18:53.819-08:00This guy sends everything back. No meal is ever good enough for this guy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-59193546834859606022008-01-21T09:16:00.000-08:002008-01-21T09:17:36.075-08:00You usually see him walking the corridors of your mall. He's the guy who is<br />kinda fat, but walks around with his chest out, and gut sucked in. He has his arms curled a little and fists clenched squeezing every last ounce of into his chest. The guy who makes everyone move out of his path because he is just too swole to have to divert his path. Or maybe he is just so focused on his strut to notice the weaklings around him.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-5726722732104351532008-01-21T09:15:00.001-08:002008-01-21T09:15:45.033-08:00You are at a concert and the band has just come back out for an acoustic encore and the whole place goes silent and then all of a sudden some idiot blurts out "Freebird" or "Skynard."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-52344090711596082542008-01-21T09:14:00.002-08:002008-01-21T09:15:14.627-08:00You will be walking through the mall parking lot and you always pass him when you are on your way out and he is on his way in. You know he's cold, he knows he's cold, why not just put some f#@$ing pants on? Are your calf muscles really that great that you need to show them off year round?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-52966676604560780502008-01-21T09:14:00.001-08:002008-01-21T09:14:46.137-08:00This guy does a 3/4 turn every time he sees his reflection on any type of surface; it can be a store window, or a mirror, or even a shiny car. This guy tries to be discreet, but if you watch carefully you will see as he steals quick glances at himself.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-35044588161310362222008-01-21T09:13:00.000-08:002008-01-21T09:14:24.427-08:00This guy forwards you emails that promise you good luck or emails which “demand” to be forwarded or your demise will be inevitable.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-16158082467743619682008-01-21T09:12:00.000-08:002008-01-21T09:13:31.014-08:00Are you in hurry? What makes you better than everyone else that you have to pull past the spot and back-in while everyone is waiting to get through? Do you need a quick getaway? C’mon!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-87586481679536708542008-01-21T09:11:00.000-08:002008-01-21T09:12:42.314-08:00This guy is a career assistant coach. He rides the coattails of his friends. He hasn’t had an original idea since sophomore year of high school when he suggested they all go streaking and was met with laughter and sarcasm.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-9191792672136860482008-01-17T17:36:00.000-08:002008-01-17T17:37:03.716-08:00This guy claims to know everyone. He can get you in any club or bar, get you tickets to the game, or met Christina Aquilera once in Cabo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-36450990513530041752008-01-17T17:35:00.002-08:002008-01-17T17:36:22.736-08:00This guy cannot just listen to a story and appreciate it. He has to always come back with one story he feels is just a little bit better. <br /><br /> <blockquote>"Oh yeah, Oh yeah, well this one time in high school I hit a grand slam while having a threesome and eating a Krispy Kreme donut."</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-48527348665625348492008-01-17T17:35:00.001-08:002008-01-17T17:35:47.373-08:00<blockquote>"So... were you ever recruited by Miami? No? (Long pause) I was."</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-20810653201456136922008-01-17T17:34:00.001-08:002008-01-17T17:34:52.104-08:00<blockquote>"Hey, you're looking big, man. Have you been working out? (Long pause) What about me? How do I look? Am I looking better?”</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944663055730895563.post-5288091258780750482008-01-17T17:28:00.001-08:002008-01-17T17:28:38.857-08:00This guy is 40, but is trying to look like a 19 year old band member of 98 Degrees, yet he still wears the super tight spandex shorts, has bad highlights, and an arm tattoo. He doesn’t work out, instead he hits on the young girl making protein shakes and constantly looks in the mirror at himself and then leaves in his yellow Mustang.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3668295823755890"; //120x240, created 1/23/08 google_ad_slot = "6314894628"; google_ad_width = 120; google_ad_height = 240; google_cpa_choice = ""; // on file //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0