Trash Talk

I am often accused of being a mean trash talker when I'm playing Dr. Mario with friends. I try to back off a bit but I always say, "this is nothing, the friends I used to play Dr. Mario with were the meanest (read: best) trash talkers ever! "

In order to prove that, I am posting the following conversation. This is between me and one of my friends who I will refer to by the initials "M. F." (Mean Friend). I told him I wouldn't use his real name when I asked him for permission to post this conversation. And when I say "Mean Friend" I mean it in the nicest way possible.

This e-mail conversation occured recently when I started a game of Scramble on Facebook with M.F. and subsequently forgot about that game, then did very poorly when I took my turn.

M. F. :Seriously? You challenge me, then you lay an egg, then you stop playing? Just pathetic. I bet your parents are ashamed. Just ashamed.
Me: Lay an egg!? I don't remember that!! I actually forgot I started that game; I'll get on it tonight.
M. F. : Oh, so you actually thought you were doing well? That's even better.
Me: I forgot how mean you are.
M. F. : I forgot how bad you are.
Me: This is our last game.
M. F. : Actually, our last game was apparently our last game, since I wouldn't count this.

...a bit later...

M. F. And just know: whatever you say, I will have a comeback. And it will be meaner than the last one. It's a race to the bottom and I'm world-class, baby.
Me: You are cracking me up. And hurting my feelings, simultaneously.
M. F. : Question: What's laughter without hurt feelings?
Answer: Friends.
Question: What's laughter with hurt feelings?
Answer: Family.
Glad to know we're family.

See, I'm not that bad, right?