Have you ever known a Gary? If so, please tell us about him. We’ve done roundups of Kevins and Donnas, and now it’s time for the Garys! Can you feel the excitement in the air? Hell yeah.
Two Garys jump immediately to my mind. One was a friend in high school. His given name was Gary, but his nickname was Ed. Weird, huh? I think his brother started calling him that when they were little, because he supposedly looked like Eddie Munster. By the time I knew him, he was Ed, full-time. Anyway, he was a good drinking buddy for a few years, and disappeared somewhere along the line. I saw him at the 10 year high school reunion, and after that… nobody really knows what happened to him. I don’t know of anyone who has been in contact with him. It’s strange. He’s not on Facebook or Twitter, and just kinda went off the grid.
I also had a roommate named Gary. This was in Greensboro, and he was the only non-brother, non-girlfriend roommate I ever had. He was a bit red around the neck, but a good guy. We got along well, and laughed our asses off. We went our separate ways when he married his girlfriend, from back home in West Virginia. They had two kids, and stayed in North Carolina. And a few years ago he had some kind of chest cold, and kept coughing and coughing and coughing. People told him he should go to the doctor, but he said he’d be fine. Then he launched into yet another coughing jag, and had a fatal heart attack. It was weird, and tragic. He was one of the good ones, and had a great family. Horrible.
Now it’s your turn. Tell us about the Garys you’ve known. Use the comments link below.
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Gary is the best brother-in-law any girl could have! <3 him!
weird… I don’t know one singe Gary….????
The neighbor who lives behind us is a Gary. He weighs about 400lbs and has thigh titties. Believe me, I’ve seen them hanging out of his shorts in the summer. I thought it might be “something else”, but yeah just thigh flab. Fuggin’ disgusting.
No Gary of note in my life. It might interest you to know that Gary Busey was born in Goose Creek, Texas. And it might not.
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Gary Player has nine major championship wins, tied with Ben Hogan and trailing only Walter Hagen, Tiger Woods and Jack Nicklaus.
Had a good friend in the ’80s named Gary, who had a friend named Pete who was a coke-head (not an unusual thing in the ’80s). We all went to a Replacements concert at a rock-club in 1984, back in the days when the ‘Mats used to hang around at the bar before their shows. We asked the boys if they wanted to do some blow, and they took us down to their dressing room (Paul, Tommy, and Chris — they intentionally didn’t let Bob know). Tommy chopped up the lines on the back of his bass, and passed the bass around the room.
That’s my “Gary story.”
Gary’s got a boner
Tell me I’m not the only one who thought that…
I had a neighbor named Gary he was a good guy, shame his wife kicked him to the curb.
Worked with a guy named Gary, he was the crane operator and a real “playa”.
I occasionally drink beer with a guy named Garry. I sometimes call him Garry with two r’s.
I know several other Gary’s but I think I’ll stop.
3 come to mind. When I commuted to NYC back in the late 80s and they had the smoking/bar car during the evening rush, I started talking to a gal who would order three double gin and tonics for a whopping 58 minute ride. Holy Shit! She would tell me about her husband, Gary, what a great guy he is blah blah blah.. I actually met him once. Funny, I can’t remember her name but I can’t forget him, or her puffy black and blue face she got from great Gary’s loving hands.
2 others are attorneys where I now work. One is this wild haired, thick eyeglass happy go lucky guy (when he shows up. I don’t think I’ve seen him in over a year). The other Gary can be a stand in for Nelson Van Alden on Boardwalk Empire. It’s freaking eerie. makes me wonder if he flogs himself.
Aw man! Van Alden is a twisted mofo! That *would* be freaky!
Speaking of Boardwalk Empire….love that show! But if they kill off Chalky, I’ll be pissed the fuck off! I’m still not over them killing off Jimmy yet. Just sayin’…
I can’t believe how fast this season went. They were filming in Yonkers, NY but I didn’t take a ride to check it out. Another “I can kick myself in the ass” moment.
The only Gary I’ve really known is Babba-Booey.
I’ve known a ton of Garys, most of them not particularly memorable. One Gary in elementary school got sick and threw up spectacularly in the middle of class. Turned out he had some kind of food poisoning and wound up in the hospital. Another Gary was a kid who stole my kindergarten friend’s glasses and threw then into a creek behind the school. He remained an asshole until young adulthood, when I lost track of him.
I have a brother named Gary. He has a twin named Larry. They’re both awesome and I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world. Well, maybe a billion dollars, but that’s about it. lol
I went to high school with a guy named Garrison. I always called him Garry. He’d immediately scream, “Don’t call me fucking Garry!! My name is Garrison! Garry is a white trash name!” Heh heh..
Way to fuckin’ cheer me up on a Monday, Jeff!
Know a few through work.
Gary 1. Retired now, A thin, smug, completely full of himself character.
Gary 2. Also retired. Tall, nothing but skin and bones. Nice guy, very vocal at times, and had some embellished tales of his days street racing, which is why I dubbed him cokehead gary (based on his looks, and his tales which did not correspond with reality (of which I am familiar since I was a participant of the stop light drags myself and knew most of the regulars and cars he was talking about when he started going on about his exploits).
Gary 3. Short, rotund fella. Jolly would be a good description.
Thats all that pop to mind right now. Time for me to go put some snow tires on the truck. Snow squalls overnight, and I’d rather not change tires in the morning.
I knew a Gary in college. I must not have known him very well, because all I can remember now is his name and face.
Later I had a client named Gary, over a period of a few years and several projects. Cordial enough in a professional way, but not exactly super-friendly.
Finally there was co-worker Gary. He is a competent designer of AV systems. He worked for my company for a couple of years, then quit to go to another company. Thing is, that’s been his pattern for several years now; it seems like he’s doing the Industry Tour. He’ll work at a company for 18 to 24 months, then go somewhere else. Rinse and repeat.
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I used to work with a Garry, what an arsehole he was/is. My best friend in high school had an older brother called Gary who was in the Army. Only ever saw him when he was home on leave..imagine Chet (Bill Paxton) from that 80’s movie “Weird Science” with Kelly LeBrock..he was an arsehole too come to think of it!!
That’s the nickname my parents and everyone called me growing up, but it’s not my proper name (Gerritt). Had to move out of state before I could get my real name to stick…
Knew one Gary in grade school – we were the only boys in the clarinet section. I quit clarinet in high school because it did not turn out to be a good way to meet women.
Met another Gary with my identical last name (odd Dutch name, there weren’t too many of us around) – we went to the same eye doctor. We both got up when the receptionist called. That was weird. He was 20+ years older than I, not related as far as we could tell.
1. an uncle Gary, the most amazingly jackhole racist I have ever known. He shares a birthday with the Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. heh.
2. a cousin. a nice kid
3. one guy from high school. a burnout but a decent enough guy.
Best friend’s name is Gary. Known him since we were both in elementary school when everyone called him Gus. In our fifties now. We scuba dive together every year and vacation with our families together. He introduced me to my wife (he was dating her at the time) and there is not a better person out there.
I worked with a Gary doing maintenance duties for the postal service. Funny guy to work with but his maintenance skills were questionable, at best. Then he bacame my boss. I opted out on an early retirement before he could fire me for using my sick leave (are you ready for this?) for an illness. I found out later that he had contracted cancer and was taking a lot of sick leave. Ironic, huh. And at the risk of sounding heartless……He died….I’m still retired.
I’m a postal ET10 at P&DC. We have an amt of questionable maintenance ability as well. As in “Hand me a Phillips screwdriver”. (AMT) “Who’s Phillip, and why does he have the screwdrivers?” How the hell some of these guys manage to get hired for anything involving tools amazes me.
We have a good friend who is a Gary. Well, actually, is the boyfriend of one of one of my best friends. He’s a nice guy but is cheap as hell. So cheap, in fact, when the two of them go out to dinner, they split one dinner. He’s too cheap to spring for two meals so he eats half of hers.
But what bothers me the most about him is that he is still married to someone else. He won’t file for a divorce because he doesn’t want to have to “pay out” the wife. Half the house, half of everything. My nickname for him is “the family guy” because he still “goes home” every other night but sleeps on the couch in the basement…so he says….and plays daddy to his 17 and 20 year old daughters. Though he talks about them lime they’re still toddlers.
My girlfriend says she’s fine with this “arrangement” but I know it bothers her. They’ve been together for 6 years and she has never met his kids because they “just couldn’t handle the fact that daddy has a girlfriend”.
Garys –
Brother-in-law, great guy, puts up with more crap than any man should. I half-expect him to just go off at some point.
Friend and football teammate in high school, played last two games with a broken leg but wouldn’t tell anyone because he didn’t want to miss them. Was in a cast the day after the season ended. I don’t know how he did it.
Pet snail that sleeps beside my bed and that I sing songs about… wait, that’s not me…
Gary #1: Nickname Gig. Loud mouth drunk and a drug problem. Diabetic since we were kids. Got on disability at about age 30 due to a leg amputation. Never took care of himself and died about age 50. If you saw him coming up the street on his battery operated wheel chair scooter, run and hide unless you had about an hour to hear about absolutely nothing. His wife is hot, I think she needs a good night out. Can’t believe she stayed with him for nearly 30 years.
Gary #2: Nice, even tempered skinny guy. IQ about 5 points higher than Forest Gump. We went through 8 years of grade school and 4 years of high school together. He always had bed head hair and all of his clothes were wrinkled and had mild BO. Have not seen him for 25 years.
Gary #3: Spells his name Gerry, but pronounced Gary. Current co-worker. Owned a lumber company in Potter County, PA and was making some big bucks a few years ago. Evidently signed a contract to timber a large parcel of the Allegheny National Forest years ago, had the area surveyed and started cutting down half of the state. State of PA and the Feds sued him, put his company under, and he moved to South Carolina and became a salesman. Rumor has it that he must sneak into Pennsylvania by dark of night to visit his elderly parents in Potter County. If he is caught in the state, they will kill him, eat him, and throw him in a dungeon. He is still making monthly payments on the trees he cut down that were outside the boundaries and will still be making payments after he is dead.
Gary #4: A customer who is a Purchasing Manager for a large coal strip mining company near Charleston, WV. He only discusses college football, hound dogs, guns, and pick-up trucks. I could quote him $5,000 or $50,000 on a job and he places the order either way. On one hand, I love the guy. On the other hand, I would like to shove a tube sock in his mouth and tape it shut.
A Garry from Junior High – died of cancer – so sad. I have a theory of names where you’re parents have made it impossible to go forward with your life. Jerry – you are probably an asshole. Larry – who knows anyone remotely cool named Larry. I just had a Larry tried to pick me up at work, I am pretty shy and avoided the entire conversation to the best that I could.
Oh also know a cat in Vancouver named Gary, he must weigh 50 pounds.
Skinny Black guy?
damn, jtb, I just spit coffee across my desk. LMAO.
A relative named Gary. He survived 3 tours
In Vietnam, but was killed in a convience store
Robbery in the early 90’s in Nashville. His murder
Is still unsolved.
Was cruisin’ with a guy named Gary one night–decided to check out the new stretch of Interstate that had just been finished from Tuscola to Pesotum–when we took the exit off of I-57 to go back South he took the on-ramp to get back on northbound I-57. DUH!!! Last time I got in a car with him!!!
Gary Coleman:
http://www.findadeath.com/Deceased/c/Gary_Coleman/Death_Of_Gary_Coleman.htm
Who killed Gary Coleman?
Brothers and sisters; it was all of us.
Oh. My. Gawd. That site! The first album is the Yachts! The Yachting Type was an old favorite! I’m gonna lose a few hours of my life now…
I have a good retired friend named Gary. Has helped me with jobs around the household dozens of times. Often we’ll rent equipment and split the cost between our two houses.
BUT being retired, he is used to being on his own schedule, and many times he has said he’d do something, like help me till up the yard and do some landscaping, only to find out on the weekend (I’m still working and only have free time on the weekend) he is either traveling, or has already done his yard so I have to spend extra time and dollars and do it myself.
At those times I’d like to kick his ass. But overall, he’s a good buddy to have, and he gives me more beer than I give him, so I guess it evens out ok.
The only Gary I can think of is a hard drinking friend of a friend that I see once a year or so. We all go out as a group, get real drunk, and then Gary inevitably say “man…if I weren’t gay I would so marry you!”.
Gary’s gay?…