I have a "Flouncing Formula". It runs in stages, like an early warning "DEFCON" type system.
First comes the "Huff". They usually involve "the look." Stony silences may also be employed. At this point, the situation is salvageable. Huffs are a warning shot across the bow. They say "you've pissed me off. However, if you realise you're wrong at this point I can be appeased."
There are three "Huffs" to a...
"Harrumph" This is considerably more serious. If you've been remis enough to not notice the huffs, prepare for slamming doors.
The look will have developed into a glare that can curdle your seminal fluid. Salvaging the situation at this point is far more difficult. A full, public confession of your fuckwittery and pandering to any other whim I may have on the spot would be necessary. Oh, and by this point the dog will have been allowed to salivate on your dinner. Accept it. You deserve it. Failure to adequately pull the situation back will provoke:
The Flounce. To the untrained eye, this could be mistaken for a temper tantrum. However, most temper tantrums do not result in the loss of testicles. Visible signs of the start of flounce stage are flicking of hair, and stamping of feet. The look that progressed to a glare is now accompanied by a snarl. Think "The Exorcist" and you'll not be far wrong.
There is no escape from the consequences of your actions at this stage. If you're lucky, you'll be allowed to live a long life, full of opportunities for atonement. These will take the form of reminders of your wrongdoings, sometimes they will evoke guilt, sometimes physical pain. They will almost always be public. If you're unlucky- watch your back. There will be a one off punishment, but most likely it will involve a large vegetable and the members of the local "rugger buggers" team.
You will need to inspect any food/drinks you're lucky enough to be served for the rest of your life. Social events will be marred by my recounting the anecdote in which you provoked the flounce for years. When you have a large male gathering, they'll be informed that contrary to rumours, you don't suffer from premature ejaculation. It just seems that way because your penis is so small there's no travelling time to account for.
Get the picture? :twisted:
Why say you're leaving then change your name when the thread's still on the first page (albeit locked)?
there is the flounce to top all flounces...
beats anything mentioned here but you wont get me to post it on the forum lol
ask me in person ill tell ya then and i dont mean by pm lol,, in person ..had me and rose in stitches
does it involve falling over?
it would be great if it involved falling over!
lp
I love the flouncers who hate everyone, bitch, moan, leave, and then crop up sometime later with a new ID. I think there are people here who have had at least 25 different names and as many flounces.
I love flounces no matter what type they are
I think the favoured expression is 'Don't let the door hit you on the arse on the way out'.
I think we should be careful to distinguish between a gradual, fairly silent withdrawal, which quite frankly is boring but understandable as opposed to a good flounce. A flounce ain't a flounce without a liberal dose of high dudgeon and sometimes indignant flatulata. Love 'em.
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Sometimes I think I'd like to flounce big time... but I'm so accident-prone that even virtually I'm pretty sure I'd go ass over tit and make a complete cyber fool of myself! :giggle: