Who’s Bad?
07-10-2009Earlier this week, I had planned to share the story of how a fucking hipster had the audacity to move in to the house next door and have a hipster cookout on the 4th of July. I also wanted to discuss the blobs found in the sewers of Cameron Village as well as Michael Jackson and the upcoming Who’s Bad? concert that will be held at Felson’s this Saturday. That was until Robin, the poster child for abortion, came on the blog and started making ridiculous comments. I’m sure you all are pretty annoyed with this girl by now. She’s taken the attention away from what I enjoy writing about the most, which is of course, me. I haven’t left a single response to her in the comments section of “Southern Belles” or “Robin Hoodwinked”. This is only the second, and the last, time that I will address Robin and the events of this week.
Robin, you’ve said a lot of things that I could respond to, if I actually gave a shit. My IT guy has been told to continue to let your comments through, so feel free to keep posting. However, this is the last response that I’ll make regarding you or any of your comments.
“At this point, I am honestly tired of playing with someone who has the mentality of a thirteen year old.” – You went on to post 20 more comments after making this statement.
“First of all, I can’t decide if you are a writer or video producer” – I’m not a writer or a producer, I’m a fucking socialite (with a book deal on the way) who gets blackout while doing the same exact thing every weekend.
“But I still say your writing is extremely questionable. I think there are two of you posting here. One of you has the ability to write well and the other one doesn’t. Unless you have two personalities….maybe that is the case here.” – Again, I don’t ever respond to people in the comments section. The people who have been making an ass out of you are loyal readers, not me.
“Isn’t he the one who tracked down my IP address and called my girlfriend’s cable company in his attempt to locate the owner of the IP address?” – No. My IT guy did this to make sure you were from Raleigh (something I’m still unsure about). Also, he didn’t call your girlfriend’s fucking cable company.
“BTW- Stop trying to hack our investment accounts. My girlfriend received a phone call today from her Financial Adviser in Raleigh AND the security department of her financial institution, confirming to her that someone has been attempting to obtain her personal/financial information.” – I can’t tell if you’re just making shit up now. I don’t need to “hack” your “investment accounts”. While my first trust fund is a bit low (due to a few bad investments with a guy named Victor), the second trust fund that kicks in when I turn 30 will more than take care of me (until I blow it all in a span of 2 years).
“I think you have purposefully created a satiric blog to get people’s attention, and you are then going to sell your t-shirts and other paraphernalia. CLEVER!” – I still don’t understand why you think I’m trying to sell fucking t-shirts. It’s hard enough to make sure the few people who purchase them are true ITB residents. Do you think I want the kids in my sweatshop to have to sort through more orders for t-shirts to make sure the buyers are legit residents? Those kids can’t even read, and I sure as hell won’t teach them how to anytime soon. If they can read, they can learn. If they can learn, they’ll realize getting paid $0.38 a day is well below their country’s minimum wage of $2.46/hr. I’m not going to stoop to the level of the Eckerd’s (Rite Aid) at Cameron Village (and Five Points) that, for some unknown reason, sells Broughton apparel to anyone who can afford it. In fact, last week I had to spend $9,372.22 at Eckerd’s buying all the Broughton clothing they had in stock so commoners couldn’t purchase any and pretend they were alumni.
Speaking of Cameron Village, I would much rather be discussing the upcoming Who’s Bad? concert at Felson’s this Saturday. I’m a little emotional about this one. Growing up, I spent two weeks every year at Camp Neverland (after attending Camp Sea Gull) and became pretty close with Michael Jackson. Over the years, it became harder and harder to deal with the allegations of misconduct. I still can’t figure out why it’s so hard for everyone to understand that drinking “sleepy juice” before watching movies in bed then waking up the next afternoon having no recollection of the previous 12 hours was just one of the fun camp activities that Michael had planned for us. Sure, there were times when I’d wake up dressed in a Peter Pan costume in a different room than the one I had fallen asleep in, but Michael said that was just because the “dream fairy” had visited me during the night. What’s wrong with that? Michael was just preparing me for the future, knowing that later in life I would spend each weekend waking up in unfamiliar places without remembering what had happened the night before. He also used to love making us all blow Bubbles. Michael taught us everything we needed to know about financial management and we learned that being famous is the greatest thing that can ever happen to anyone. Sadly, the camp was shut down in 1994, but Michael and I continued to be pen pals, then AIM buddies, then GChat friends up until last year. It’s been tough dealing with his passing, but I guess if you can’t have the real thing, (although it’s debatable on how much of him was real) then you might as well enjoy Who’s Bad?.
I’ve got an idea, the theme for the Who’s Bad after party should involve copious amounts of wine, a candy jar full of assorted pain killers, cartoons, roller coasters, and pantlessness. Fun for all ages! Who knows, there might be a multi-million dollar payoff for someone to avoid criminal charges! I call that win/win.
Well I was planning to have more fun with this but William made it clear that he wouldn’t be responding to me or my posts any longer so I won’t respond to his blog. Too bad. But then again, if he is a typical ITBer, he will retract that statement and eventually be lured back in, due to his ego.
Deary, you’ve been dumped. He’s just not that into you. It was a brief and fiery romance that you proceeded to poop on. Even the bad things come to an end. There are apparently other fake high horses to be ridden.
Dumped? I have NEVER been dumped. And if the bad things come to an end, I assume the blogs will cease as well.
Not into me? His blogs over the past few days are strongly indicative that he is very into me. I haven’t seen one post or comment about or directed at you. Besides, Canterbury Rd. is nothing to brag about these days. I hope that is not where you live.
Just finished hacking Robin and her friends bank accounts… and just as we thought, they are indeed poor. Glad thats out of the way.
WNFIV is our most cherished member, so much infact we made his member# 0001
# 5 You are full of it. You didn’t get away with the crazy attempt to access the records (security is now investigating this) but your post tells all. There is NO way that someone who looked at this account would conclude that the client is “poor.”
But this is a serious matter and is still being investigated. If I were you, I wouldn’t admit to hacking someone’s account (or even making an attempt). That is a sure way to have this blog investigated and I don’t think William (based on his blogs) would be too thrilled about your post. Again, people ITB don’t hack people’s accounts because they are too concerned with their own.
Carolina Country Club? Oh Gosh, here we go again….
I am sorry to break this to you but this is another establishment of which you will NEVER be a part. Not now…… not ever.
Hey Magnum P.I. how about you stop pretending like your someone who knows what they are talking about.
Investigation, wow you are unbelievable.
I can’t figure out why you: on one hand, name drop like crazy and act like you are the most connected socialite of the last 100 years, but at the same time keep saying “i asked my itb friends.” Who are your itb friends. The internet is a valuable tool and you have truly mastered the art of the google search.
And stop saying that your a hot peace of ass. The amount of time that you’ve invested into trying to “out” WNF make you seem more like a forty year old nothing, living off your welfare checks, and the child support checks you recieve from your dead beat, meth-addicted ex-husband.
What I think you need is a job, a life, and some real friends…. And, you are a bitch
It never ceases to amaze me how those of you OTB and other areas (certainly not ITB) continue to criticize and ridicule ITBers, only to make yourselves feel better. And what is even more comical here is that you are now denying the truth and attempting to portray me as some sort of “investigator.” What’s wrong? Does it bother you that I am a true ITB native?
If you want to challenge me on this, please feel welcome to do so. Stop generalizing and be more specific. Ask me some questions that ONLY ITBers know (I am not talking about those who moved into ITB 10 or 20 years ago- they don’t count). I can assure you that I will not be beyond my capability to provide you with answers.
If I were to do the same thing and ask you questions about ITB (and its families), I am confident that you, not anyone else on this board, would be able to answer them.
If this weren’t a blog, you would be toast. I could SO lay out some ITB information here. You have NO idea. And this is stuff that ONLY old timers iITB know- not you or any other poser.
For starters, tell me what the King of Hearts is. Quick…… before you can call someone and ask about this. We shall see how long this takes you to answer.
Oh, and about that investigation, I would be more than happy to provide you with the name and number of the Fraud Investigator who is working the case. He works specifically on cases linked to Private Client Group accounts (like mine).
What is funny about individuals like you is that you don’t even understand how trust funds work. Your previous statements have proven that (certain tell tales). And you say that your FA is “Victor.” I assume he isn’t in Raleigh because I know ALL of the astute FAs in the Raleigh area who handle the largest estates in the area. Victor? Which firm?
If it is all fun and games, you are missing the biggest party of the weekend. See you on Monday!
I have a question. I am about to start my day but in the meanwhile, thought I would check the site for more drama. Looks like people are still sleeping off their hangovers.
WHO IS RUSS? Someone was talking about him last night and I want to see who he is. I googled this new pathetic show “Southern Belles” and don’t see a photo. Would love to size this one up!
I am aware that this is the “Who’s Bad” board but I just went to the Southern Belles site and once again was taken aback by its superficiality. These girls are NOT true “Southern Belles” anyone who knows about this can easily look at them and detect it immediately. I even saw one photo of them in which one of the girls was wearing her purse a certain way (validated my point in this post). Genuine Southern Belles understand social graces and these girls don’t seem to understand them. And what about their attire?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! If they were to walk into CCC like that, they would be shunned immediately- this is NO JOKE!
What is this world coming to? Why is everyone so FAKE?! I think it is fair to say that these Southern Belles belong in Vegas and most certainly not the south!
Robin its a reality tv show. Of course they are not actual southern belles, because no self respecting southerner would whore themselves out in such a way for publicity.
Robin,
Can we say obsessed? Nice life you have there.
robin, how can you not see that you are the target that this blog clowns on a daily basis? why do you insist on putting yourself out there and look like a douche? if your friends are really your friends, you know- the ones who also comment on here using your name- they would tell you to just leave it alone… except for they are total used douchebags too, i guess. and btw, are you batshit thinking that itb is so much cooler than charlotte? why did charlotte start 485 so much sooner than the fucking “beltline” that you hold so dear? and why does charlotte have 3 of the highest grossing sports in the world (nascar, nba, nfl)? is it because there are so many more areas with slightly more prowess than whatever the fucking king of hearts is? i don’t hope to offend anyone on this blog, i’m a huge fan, this site fucking rocks, and if there is an fbi agent working the case for this dumb (probably ugly) whore, investigating something that was brought up in sarcasm, that shithead should be released for wasting government time. time to act your age, dummy.. or even your dress size and robinshutyourcumdumpster!
Robin if your read farther back in the blog you’ll see who victor is.
I am a bit concerned about Raleigh-based, trust-fund wielding, SC summering (not in HH or Charleston?), ITB founding, doctor dumping, so-called socialites that spend their weekends checking blogs. Seems counter-intuitive…but I read it on the internet so it must be true.
Now if it was a Hampton party-hopping, boutique shopping, jet-setting, NYC investment banker talking (socialites rarely “date”), polo watching hottie who declined to set foot anywhere in SC other than Charleston…I could believe that.
Robin appears very Marshalls sale rack versus to the Manolo Blahniks that I know out there. I hope she enjoys her “ponies”…
Robin, you only pay capital gains when you sell assets, you only sell assets when you need cash, you only NEED cash when you’re poor…
Oh here we go again. Please allow me to address your ignorant comments, Canterbury and Berkshire. Where shall I begin? I will start with the latter comment about capital gains. Capital Gains are unavoidable in the stock market and every investor, no matter how astronomical his/her portfolio value is. Sooner or later, you must sell. I guess you think money is invested and it just sits there forever? Many Old Wealth people don’t understand that money doesn’t grow on trees, especially when the third generation has access to it. Money, no matter how much, has to be properly managed to ensure growth. The only way to maintain/grow wealth is to sell when a certain position has risen significantly (my experience is that most of the “FAs” in Raleigh are clueless). Trust funds can dwindle very quickly in a trader’s market when the money just sits there. I could spend hours elaborating on a particular ITB FA whose firm made hundreds of thousands of dollars, mishandling my account and using my money for their own gains. Hindsight is most definitely 20/20 and the only way for an ITB trust fund baby to avoid getting ripped off by these supposed Financial Advisors is to learn about the market and the art of investing (sad that most trust fund babies don’t care about this because they are taught to feel superior and well taken care of). But, my point in making this post is to dispute your comment that stocks are sold when someone needs money; that is just not the case. When the market took a ridiculous dive in October, people who had been in the market for more than thirty years made a quick decision to sell because of the market’s uncertainty and of course, to avoid more losses. Capital gains were hefty on that one. Do you own research…. you will see that I am right about this. It is clear from your statement that you don’t understand the way long term investing or wealth works.
And about the other comment…. let’s see…. where were we?! Oh! That is right; I was reading a comment posted by someone who is sadly very shallow and thinks like the Nouveau Riche (you must be a newcomer to Canterbury Rd.). Do you honestly think Charleston is THAT great?! Some of the biggest hicks I know are from Charleston (they lack culture). One of my closest friends is from the Battery in Charleston (his grandmother’s house is there) and I think he is the only one I know from Charleston that is actually cool because he doesn’t have need to impress people. In fact, when you come from old wealth and are worth a lot of money, the last thing you should do is show it off because people will do nothing but try to take advantage of and use you. I have done all of those things to which you referenced in your post and found myself miserable in the end. I have been to the Hamptons on several occasions for the party and polo match that was supposed to be the time of my life (at least that is how it was presented to me). Needless to say, it was boring. I have had more fun on this blog than I have in quite some time, because it is rather amusing to witness such ignorance in Raleigh. If this blog were based elsewhere, I wouldn’t give it ANY time of day.
I have also spent many weekends “jet setting” and traveling (that was quite boring too), and shopped at some of the finest boutiques when I lived in Manhattan but I exhausted my patience with buying expensive clothing that eventually fell apart (yes I happen to love sale racks at Marshalls and TJ MAXX so you were right about that one). I still have some pairs of Cole Haans on which the sole came apart (I paid about $185 for those). Oh and about that SC comment. No girl with a true sense of confidence has to stay in Charleston to feel good about herself. Despite what you think, I don’t think I am too good to interact with people from rural towns and SC towns outside of Charleston (btw- I own a home at HH and that place is full of egotistical hicks).
Your post is so naive. You obviously have no idea who wealthy people really think. Your thinking is so in line with the Nouveau Riche and how they think- EVERYTHING from the Hamptons to the boutiques is for show and to fill an insecure void. When a person is wealthy and actually has class, none of those things are necessary or important. Bottom line. Money does not buy happiness!
Damn! I was going to have some fun with this again today but I see that “Robin” posted again, and this time she wrote a freaking book!!!! We’ve been playing around with this for a week now but Robin is getting out of hand. I will have to talk to her about this one. DAMN!! Somebody here has been rattling her cage!
Robin, you are so fucking annoying. What do we need to do to make you stop? Maybe you should start a blog of your own so only people who have time to waste aka have no friends, no life, and nothing else to live for like you can sit around and listen to you rant about your miserable little life and all the intricacies of ITB while everyone else is living it. I’m being nice now, for your own good, please stop, if you haven’t realized by now after numerous people have straight up told you… you are making a complete fool of yourself and are the epitome of what this blog makes fun of. You have someone responding to you named “Batman,” and you go on and on responding to people you think you’re so much better than. Do everyone a favor, go back to Apex or wherever your from and stop wasting time and space on this masterpiece.
Are you aware of the hypocrisy of your posts?
Do you recognize that you have frequented and/or posted this blog as much as I? William Finely says he a true ITBer and he apparently has taken some time to create it and is now taking time to maintain it. And yet, you say that I am questionable because I continue to post here. Okay, I get it…… you and the other obnoxious posters on this blog can post as many times as you wish but not Robin, right? Jealous people tend to grab at straws to criticize those who make them feel inadequate, so I can only guess that you continue with the baseless insults to once again make yourself look and feel better (this goes for “new money” who moved to Canterbury Rd. as well). Let’s look at it like this— If you read my posts and see the many times that I have posted, then that means that you have come to the board just as often as I have.
I don’t have to defend the fact that I enjoy addressing and correcting the ignorance on this board (yes I do happen to think I know ITB more than most), no more than you should have to defend the fact that you spent your last dime renting property to have an ITB address (maybe you should apologize for that after all, now that I think about it).
And yes I do have a life- a very busy one. It just so happens that I am taking a reprieve right now for the summer and enjoying dressage (another term you wouldn’t know). I also get bored very easily and find pleasure in putting you in your place (I have always been known for that in Raleigh- putting idiots in their rightful place). (: They know who they are!
If you were ITB then you would be spending your summer at Atlantic Beach or CCC. Not bumfuck South Carolina. Since you’re throwing out some literary terms I’ll toss you one back. Irony. You’re on here complaining about how ignorant we are, yet you continue to brag about your “multi-million” dollar trust fund. Please leave so we can get back to discussing more important things, like ideas on how to keep commoners such as yourself out of Fosters.
WOW is all i have to say. After a week of offshore fishing,partying,and bronzing at Fratlantic beach i come back to itb with a sandy hangover and all i want is to read storys about wnfIII’s partying experierncesand itb life, but what do i see? Some bitch has poisoned this great blog and Is starting an uproar among the ITB community. Please robin we dont care how important your are were all important as hell thats why were itb but we dont go around telling people who we know we tell people who we are. All we want to do is drink beers and drive SUVs in peace without psycos like you questioning and bitching. I remember back in my broughton days the kids like you.. the ones who thought they were the shit the because they lived inside a beltline when all the true itbers knew they were the shit.. being itb isnt (only) about where you live or who you know but it is a life style. You are a tool. Ususally i dont accually meen this when i say it but this time i truely am sorry for partying because i could have had a word with robin earlier. and if you have a problem with me robin you can find me at CCC during the day until 4 at Zaxbys at 5 at Crowlies from 6-blackout… that is all
Oh Please, another ignorant poster (this site is full of them). CCC is old news…. are you kidding me?!!!! I am so sick of that place, in all truthfulness. I do happen to enjoy interacting with the members there but can’t recall one time in my life when I have actually enjoyed myself there. In fact, last July, while I was there playing tennis, one of our members suffered a heart attack while on the treadmill and passed away! Awesome person, and I am still sad about it- seriously.
And about Atlantic Beach. Another joke. Redneck Haven (one of the biggest in NC). I know a few ITBers who like Atlantic Beach but those are the ones who have never left NC and remain uncultured (yes I am a bit embarrassed to say that there are some of those ITB). Why would someone like me who enjoys my privacy want to hang out at CCC or Atlantic Beach? Are you serious? Last summer I went to Monaco/Monte Carlo and Vail, CO where I hung out with some friends for two months. Vail was a blast and Monaco was typical for the Western Mediterranean (overrated, as they all are). I am not into taking my dog with me when I dine at a restaurant (I don’t care how “cool” it looks). Breck (Breckenridge) and Vail are incredible places to be for the summer but I won’t even go there because you wouldn’t know anything about it so why should I waste my time. I have traveled extensively and have even lived abroad. It took me about five years to realize that Raleigh is one of the coolest places in which to live, overall.
Oh and that friend part that you keep mentioning. I have a ton of friends but they live all over the world. And only a few of them interest me. Sorry but it is true. My time here in SC will be over in two weeks when I must decide where to go next. I am thinking about renting a summer cottage in Bodega Bay, California til August so William Finley may discover a new ip address associated with my posts. Then what? I can’t wait for you people to try a bash a place to which you have never been. Talk about commoners! I have always considered that to be a crass and disrespectful term (I will never forget that tacky and shallow Texas fluzzy from the Bachelor who referred to others as commoners- talk about new money) but I have to admit that, while reading these posts, the term “commoner” comes to mind.
fins…can you please cut off robin. her posts are getting incredibly annoying to troll through and ruining the fun of this blog. her negative, consistently bitchy, and downright fucking god-awful personality are making me forget about the key aspects of this blog i have come to love and look forward to each week.
1. discussion of the sluts at felsons
2. discussion of the floor to ceiling stall doors in the bathrooms at felsons that were obviously built to enable fratty ass socialites to do blow tastefully
3. discussions of commoners at places like sadlacks and stool pigeons.
Please cut her off.
Thanks,
loyal reader
Now why would good ole’ William cut me off? I think the writing on the wall proves that I have kept you busy. And by the way, I wouldn’t know anything at all about supposed “fratty ass socilaites” at Felsons. Socialites in Raleigh? Please. Do you even know what a true socialite is?!
My partying days (and no I am not much older than you) were spent frequenting bars in Raleigh four days a week, and I was always allowed in through the back door, where my girlfriends and I then headed to the VIP sections. I can’t recall the last time I had to stand in line. And let’s not leave out the many times I partied in some famous clubs in NYC and Los Angeles, where I was once again allowed to come right in- NO PROBLEM! Funny how they look at your appearance and decide whether or not you will be allowed to enter. Skybar in LA was known for that, but as usual, I had NO problem getting in, not only because I look good (we southern women take the cake in the looks department because we all have the wholesome, natural thing going for us), but also because I knew certain people who knew certain people……. and once again, it is all about WHO you know (shallow as it gets). I don’t get into bars in Raleigh. A few have managed to keep my attention here and there, but overall, I never found any of the Raleigh guys to be unique…. well maybe one, but he wasn’t even from Raleigh and who knows where he is now. Socialites in Raleigh, though? Yeah right. I don’t even call myself a socialite. TACKY!
I’ve grown tired of trying to interpret Robin’s ramblings and self justification. Can someone just sum up her posts from this weekend until now? I have neither the time nor patience to read such unstructured, verbose diatribes. Stream of consciousness is not my preferred reading style anyway, and her opaque sentiments circle round and round without ever reaching a decipherable point.
robin,
you are right…you are not a socialite…you are a faggot.
Maybe one day everyone can be as successful and good looking as Robin. I have a good idea, you should make your own blog, that way everyone can read about how great you are if they want to, instead of you leaching on to this site and explaining to all of us how itb you are. You started posting to “out” WNF on his real identity, but now this has turned into your autobiography. Nobody gives a shit about you.
Hey Canterbury Rd.,
Nice try with your psychobabble usage of literary terms. “Opaque sentiments” and “verbose diatribes” are literary terms used by authors and writers. Another post that consists of mumble jumble with no real meaning. I think the true meaning of your post was/is to convey your inability to use your own brain and conclude my purpose here. Anyone with a true sense of humor or an ability to “decipher” a post could easily grasp my irony on this blog. GEEZ! Give me a break. Was having some fun here but it appears that neither you, nor anyone else, get it. Go back to your books and learn some other terms so you can bully someone else with your verbal judo! FREAK!
To poster # 33:
You too are a hypocrite. You write a post, emphasizing the manner in which I use the blog to discuss my life, etc. Aren’t you the very one who is using the blog to insult me? If you want this blog to revolve around something other than the bitch “Robin” then perhaps you should post about someone other than me!
You people are something else! If you want me to stop posting about my life, then stop creating friction.
BATMAN RETURNS!!! Okay jigs up! Robin is really from Fuquay Varina. That is exactly why, when we go to a club in Raleigh, we walk through the back door to the VIP section while all of you “black outers” stand in a line of fifty or more.
First of all Robin they dont allow lesbians anywhere near the CCC premisis so i dont know how you would be playing tennis there.. Second of all you probobly dont like to go to the beach because no one wants to see you in a bikini and your pale as fuck. Also its isn’t WHO you know its who knows YOU. And nobody cares about your world travelings if you accually had friends in raleigh then why would you leave? Quit posting on this site no one cares about how “ITB” you think you are. Its people like you who give itb a bad name. I bet that the Bouncers who let you in those shitty clubs tell there kids bedtime stories about the legends of ITB parties. And william im not asking you to cut her off but mabe if everyone just ignores her and gives her no attention then she will just go away
Robin-
I see now that it is too late to stop your idiocy. However, as a greater favor to us, please get sterilized and remove yourself from the gene pool.
Thanks.
Ha Ha! Funny how you use the post name “NCSUITB” but can’t spell, just like everyone else on this board. And you are right; when you stop posting to and about me, I will cease and desist. I have to admit that I am having fun with this blog because I honestly laugh just about every time I read your post(s).
And why would a bouncer be the one to tell the stories about the ITB parties? I could do that just as easily. Too bad this is a publicly used blog because I could tell SO MANY STORIES about so many people. Why do you and so many others talk about the CCC? My family has been members there forever, and I don’t see the big deal. In fact, the last time I was there, one of my friends who is not a member there decided to climb the tree in front of the entrance, as an ironic gesture, while I was inside talking to someone, trying to track down my Financial Advisor who screwed up something on my account. It was embarrassing but who cares? I don’t care what the prudes think. I know all of them and recognized long ago that I would rather go to Walmart than mix with the CCC crowd (GET REAL). And who said I left Raleigh? I still live in Raleigh; I am just in SC visiting a friend of a friend here because we are riding horses for the season. About the beach comment…… you are right; I don’t like the beach. Why? Well, despite the fact that I own two beach homes in different places, I HATE any beach on the east coast because they are full of rednecks and PBR drinkers. I wouldn’t be caught dead in a skimpy bikini with a rebel flag on it, which is exactly what you find on the east coast beaches. So no, I don’t like the beach. LOVE the west coast and the southern California beaches, though. My kind of guys are right there in Huntington Beach (why did I ever dump Chad). Ever been to Huntington Beach? I doubt it.
And with respect to William Finley, I am looking forward to reading one of his blogs with some substance, as opposed to these posts that are primarily used to attack “Robin.”
Whoever asked for the summary of robins posts heres what I’ve gotten from her.
I am a snooty bitch who claims to be ITB yet for some reasons unknown to other ITBers I hate CCC, AB, Broughton, and Fosters. I enjoy spending summers riding horses because the few guys I “gave the chance” to ride me qiuckly gave up in discust. I have been to Europe NY and LA, Im probably the only person to do these things ever(sarcasm) cause im too good for the southeast even though I’m proud to be Southern. Other then writing novels about how supposedly important I am, I enjoy going to “hip” clubs frequented by gel heads. For gods sake I’ve dated guys named Thor and Chad. If that doesnt show you how awesome I am I dont know what will.
PS – ITB Insiders. Robin just called me a “freak” and said I did not “get” her self-glorified posts because her sense of humor is above my head…Hello pot, I’m kettle.
A large vocabulary does not “psychobabble” make. I earned it with my public, itb, ACC background. But what would you know about earning?
“VIP sections in Raleigh” hahahahaha, what bars (clubs) are you going to that has VIP sections?
The only bars that frat-dog rich coke heads go to in Raleigh are Crowleys, Fosters, the Point and Churchills. NONE of the above have VIP sections. Every section in those bars are VIP. You’ll know within 10 seconds of standing in the place whether you belong or not. The patagonia’s, khaki pants, button down shirts, driving shoes and cole haans act as their own bouncers.
If you go to any other bar in Raleigh you are either autisitc or are not from Raleigh.
Aristotle, I agree with you completely. I don’t really go to bars anymore so I will admit that I am not on the “up and up” today. But when I did go out often, there were bars with VIP sections that were frequented mostly by professionals and not college kids (that was Fosters). When I went to Fosters, I grew tired of the Fraternity boys whose parents were astute doctors and attorneys, and they all thought they were “someone special” because of it. It was funny to me, because it was all so superficial. From the moment I entered the place, it became clear to me that I was surrounded by some very insecure people who had to “clan” together for the purpose of supporting each other in looking “cool.” And we can’t leave out the traditional “I want to look like I have money” attire. The men were dressed in the typical frat boy clothing with a collared shirt (either a RL or Lacoste), khakis and a pair of Cole Haans (as you put it). Oh, and the brown belt (we can’t leave that one out). They all held their beers the same way and had to be the center of attention, yet, when I was alone with them, they NEVER had one thing interesting to say (that is the most disgusting thing about “been there and done that.” Life gets real boring. I have dated so many boring guys from Raleigh and they all think the exact same way (especially the ones who have never left the south). The fact that Daddy was either an attorney or physician didn’t impress me- I probably had more money than their parents. And the real comical part about leaving Fosters was the look on their faces when they saw my SUV. Look, I am from ITB and I happen to adore some of its families but I never said that I liked phony wannabes who tried to flaunt their so-called wealth with daddy’s credit card, especially when they had the personality of a napkin. Hopefully I have cleared this up for you. I won’t be posting much more because I don’t want to dominate WF’s board with this silliness anymore.
By the way, Canterbury Rd. and ITB
Here you go again. I don’t recall having said that I am important. Where did I say that? Apparently you are one of those people whose perception is their own reality. And in all honesty, we are just having fun with this board. Yes, just about everything I have said is true, but the tone of the posts may or may not be truly reflective of who we are, or the type of person I am. Don’t you think I know how ITB is, or the way it operates? William has portrayed it perfectly and either he is genuinely ITB and dislikes it or he is from another place (I fully suspect he is because no one from ITB who is still ITB is that creative). ITBers don’t think like the person who created this blog- I know that for certain because I grew up ITB, as did my parents. So…. whatever. Do you have anything else you’d like to address? I am getting tired of the back and forth correspondence with you. You aren’t the only one growing tired of it.
so your ip address will change when you go out west? silly commoner, you don’t even use your iphone for the interweb. ha! what’s next smoke signals? and who still brags bout suv’s? coupes are where the real money is spent.. hello? mazeratti? catch up! or is horse and carriage the proper transportation. i thought maybe you would leave your suv at whatever high school you SAY you went to itb.
LEAVE!
Post #44 essentially says nothing…but my favorite quote from post #43, “I probably had more money than their parents.” Now I only skim what this “Robin” posts – but I found this humorous.
Now I am convinced “Robin” is a parody poster – but what I cannot figure out is why she can’t start her own blog and stop piggy backing her nonsense on the comments sections here.
The sad thing is, as she posts her disdain for “boring Raleigh boys,” she completely missed the point of this blog.
Oh well, their is always one “bad time” at every party just like there is always a heifer in a group of hotties. Let them stand in the corner and drink alone…I will from now on.
Rumor is, raymond culatree hired you and your brother for a top order, a order that shoulda went to ME!!
Party time with you, Robinshutthe……..
Did you purposefully write such a dumb post or are you seriously THAT uncultured? You are referring to me as a “commoner” and you don’t even spell MASERATI properly. And to top it off, you moron, you suggest that I catch up? Again….. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! The only “Maseratti” I know of is a stallion down in Ocala that has managed to win a few titles. But let me be clear; I am not a coupe person and find many of the new designs to be rather boring. I still like my Range Rover, and I liked the one before that as well (even though they are money pits). If you are going to post and tell someone to catch up, perhaps you should make certain that you are on top of your game first. I still say you are a complete moron. What a joke!
And when did I say I attended any of the second class schools in Raleigh? I think I mentioned to you that I attended Miss Porters. My parents attended Broughton. And since no one on this board ever addressed the “King of Hearts” topic, I will do that for you as well. The King of Hearts escorts the “Queen of Hearts” to the Queen of Hearts dance at Broughton (anyone who really knows BHS would know this). BUT NONE OF YOU DID!
as for the king of hearts question:
we all knew that because we all went to broughton…we were just kind of confused as to why you would ask such an idiotic question…that’s like asking what is the mascot at n.c. state…or how many grams are in an 8 ball.
Someone on this board LOVES to snort (or freeze).
Look, I am honestly getting tired of this petty, silly stuff, although I know that it is typical of the newer ITB generation (the younger ones are ridiculously snobby for no reason).
I realize that I have played into this and have behaved rather immaturely on this posting board, but am now getting my feel of it and am hoping to read some substance here, aside from the name calling and “tit for tat” comments. It gets very boring after a while. I am hoping that WF will bring back some of his blogs because my friends and I find them to be amusing and interesting. If I were he, I would be sick of this board and its lack of true reading material (I am positive he is a writer.)
So please, I am begging someone on this board to offer some intelligent input, before I leave permanently.
LEAVE! Your roast beef curtains are stinking up the place. Go diddle somewhere else.
Will everyone quit responding to her so she doesn’t ruin this blog? It used to be funny… now it’s just annoying.
no.. please no. i am learning how to actually live, i’m gaining culture and the true meaning of life through you and your spectacular stories. maybe you are too good to be true, maybe you too are an invented character to give us something to look forward to- something to strive to become. if you leave, my evolution will be lost into… nothingness with the rest of the commoners, the new money itbers. please don’t go back to your oh so exciting life. there goes a mythical beast, folks
Poor people disgust me. ITB for life
robin. i’ve yet to figure out if you’re a guy or a girl but I do know one thing, you need to shut the fuck up.
dont’ listen to them robin! i love your uniqueness, how clever you are, how the humility shines through. it doesn’t matter that you have been given everything in life. they are just jealous that they have had to cultivate their brains and use their senses to navigate life. silly nobodies! who really needs to use their brains in real life, it is so much better to be so bored that one must spend gobs of money to entertain one’s self. stupid readers and craftsmen: get a life, an suv, and a couple of homes, and maybe you will love yourself one day too.
Nobody talks shit about broughton and gets away with it.. And what do you know about queen of hearts any way the reason your so bitter all the time is probobly because no one ever asked you and theres no fucking king of hearts there is the Jack of spades but you wouldnt know anything about that
Ha ha, I know ALL about the Queen of Hearts. And if you were a true ITBER, you would know that the old timers at Broughton (our parents) often referred to the gentleman who escorted the Queen of Hearts as the King of Hearts. Anyhow, who cares about Broughton? I am still sitting here trying to conclude how I am going to deal with my Centurion card, on which they are trying to raise the annual fee!!!!
Sorry but I have better things to deal with today. BHS is not necessarily one of my usual topics and most certainly not one I care to discuss. Some of us (depsite what you have tried to imply about me) have REAL lives and business matters to handle. That’s just the way it is when you have money and must stay on top of things so the greedy bastards will keep their hands off of it! But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you? I thought so.
Oh and about that Maserati comment. You say that the real money is buying the couples these days. Maybe…. but only the nouveau riche, as usual. Who else would buy a vehicle that was crassly named after the Centurion card? How cheesy is it to emboss the AMEX symbol on the headrests in the vehicle? And you think something like that is tasteful? No, it is not. When I think of a vehicle like that, I immediately think Las Vegas, or an NBA player. Tacky and unoriginal. Just another item that someone would buy to make an impression. In fact, I am about to hop on the phone and cancel my Centurion card because it is nothing other than a phony bologna marketing scheme to play into people’s insecurity. And you think I am bitter? I despise phonies- that is the source of my bitterness. It has nothing to do with a high school dance or mixer or formal (sorority) in college. In fact, I think I was asked to a formal by four of the same frat brothers one year, and it became such a mess, I ended up going alone. If you only knew..
see, i told you she was cool! annual fees are the shit! i love her, can we keep her? can we?
Robin’s motto: fake it till you make it.
robin please shut the hell up!!!!