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The Bar => The Lounge => Topic started by: Schadenfreude on May 27, 2012, 08:36:49 PM
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I already fessed up to smoking blunts and grabbing my crotch in the cigar thread. What dumb shit did you do? :popcorn:
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I saved most of my dumb shit for college and adulthood. I was mostly an angel in high school. :P
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I've got one that's pretty stupid.
Mr. Reimer, my Biology teacher in 11th grade, was an asshole. So I started skipping his class on a semi-regular basis.
Homecoming parade. I'm in the marching band. Front rank. And I'd skipped his class that day.
Busted. :rotf: :rofl:
That one cost me 6 months of doing the dishes every night. :lmao:
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Bottle rocket wars. In dry ass brush. And when we go tired of that I shot off the last couple dozen. Only problem was the fact my football coach lived across the street from me. One rocket went stray and blew up in his BBQ whioe he wa having a cookout.
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I've got one that's pretty stupid.
Mr. Reimer, my Biology teacher in 11th grade, was an asshole. So I started skipping his class on a semi-regular basis.
Homecoming parade. I'm in the marching band. Front rank. And I'd skipped his class that day.
Busted. :rotf: :rofl:
That one cost me 6 months of doing the dishes every night. :lmao:
We are too smart by half in our youth, aren't we. :lmao:
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I was probably 10 years old at the time. Back before match.com and other internet dating sites, they used to have a service called dial-a-date. You called a number and left a voice mail telling a bit about yourself and what you were looking for in a mate. I fancied myself a pretty good impersonator and did a pretty good impersonation of Richard M. Nixon or so I thought.
I was in the middle of one of my messages, when a real person broke in and said, "how would you like to spend some time in jail?". I nearly shit myself. :lmao:
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Bottle rocket wars. In dry ass brush. And when we go tired of that I shot off the last couple dozen. Only problem was the fact my football coach lived across the street from me. One rocket went stray and blew up in his BBQ whioe he wa having a cookout.
Ruhroh....I bet he never suspected it was you. :-)
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I was in the middle of one of my messages, when a real person broke in and said, "how would you like to spend some time in jail?". I nearly shit myself. :lmao:
Must have been a Democrat. :lmao:
I guess the worst thing I can admit to was caused by someone else. I was nearby but not paying attention. Setting random stuff on fire, the kids across the street managed to burn down a large section of woodland/scrub before our parents showed up and put it out.
Wasn't me, I swear.
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Must have been a Democrat. :lmao:
I guess the worst thing I can admit to was caused by someone else. I was nearby but not paying attention. Setting random stuff on fire, the kids across the street managed to burn down a large section of woodland/scrub before our parents showed up and put it out.
Wasn't me, I swear.
You are Cleopatra my dear and you are the queen of denial. This is what happens when you block out something horrific that you caused from your past and say "nope, it wasn't me"
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I saved most of my dumb shit for college and adulthood. I was mostly an angel in high school. :P
Yah... you and Bonnie getting arrested on a wild date!
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I was a goody two shoes, smoked pot 3 times in my late teens but that was it, I've never been drunk and can probably count on 2 hands the number of drinks I've ever had.
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I did get detention once in high school, 3 of us were talking, if we didn't show up for detention we got a demerit, I didn't want to ruin my record of getting no demerits throughout all of high school so I was the only fool who showed up for detention.
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I was a goody two shoes, smoked pot 3 times in my late teens but that was it, I've never been drunk and can probably count on 2 hands the number of drinks I've ever had.
So what happened to turn you into the miscreant you are now? :rofl:
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So what happened to turn you into the miscreant you are now? :rofl:
:lmao: I'm still a goody two shoes, I think.
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I was a goody two shoes, smoked pot 3 times in my late teens but that was it, I've never been drunk and can probably count on 2 hands the number of drinks I've ever had.
I am sorry..... so sorry.... so very very sorry. :-)
But seriously, drinking is not for everyone. My mother has never drank and I asked her why. She said that she saw enough alcoholic relatives and she felt she was predisposed. I totally respect that choice.
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I am sorry..... so sorry.... so very very sorry. :-)
But seriously, drinking is not for everyone. My mother has never drank and I asked her why. She said that she saw enough alcoholic relatives and she felt she was predisposed. I totally respect that choice.
There's tons of alcoholism on both sides of my family, my Mom and Dad rarely drank and we never had alcohol in the house except when we were expecting company, but for me I just never liked the taste of it, I'd try sips of other peoples drinks to see if I could find 1 I like and I can't find 1.
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:lmao: I'm still a goody two shoes, I think.
Well, don't stub yer toes, girl!
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Dumb shit done as a kid ?
Suffice to say that I'm lucky to have all fingers , my eyesight and hearing intact.
Better living through chemistry.
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What dumb shit did you do? :popcorn:
I set my forearm on fire back in the day trying to be Gene Simmons. :mental:
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:rocker:
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My Mother had a bad habit of saying, "Do you think I'm stupid?"
I answered that...once. KABOOOM! I was a teen, and towered over my mom, but she let me have it but good.
I learned a lot of respect for that little gal that day.
But I also learned the meaning of, "rhetorical question."
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I was on a date with a gal. We went to a drive in theater. It was a chick flick, "Other Side of the Mountain Part 2." It was a muggy August night, too hot and humid to cuddle. The windows were down for any breeze. and the drive-in was packed. every spot had a car.
The story was about this crippled gal. Every guy who dated her treated her like crap...except for this one guy, the perfect guy....it was a dream come true. Unfortunately the perfect guy wasn't that perfect of a pilot and his plane went SPLAT, into a mountain. He was like pancake flambe' dead.
The gal on screen was crying. My gal was crying. I could hear gals all over the drive-in crying.
and then I realized. Every car was just like mine. Too humid to even allow for a girl to cry on your shoulder, every guy was grumbling, every girl was crying. Half the audience loved the movie, and half the audience wanted to poke their eyes out...
It struck me as funny...so I laughed. and KABOOM! My date clobbered me! She thought I was laughing at the gal on the screen. I tried to explain but she was hearing none of it!
It was then I learned one of the truths about women. Even when you are right, YOU ARE STILL WRONG!
Don't bother trying to defend or save yourself. Just take your lumps and shower her with gifts and flowers later.
It's funny, but a number of my epiphanies at that time in life started with a KABOOM!
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Oh my! Its a wonder I lived thru it.
The funniest thing we did was on a 35' high bridge over a river. We would walk tightrope style on the guard rail and when a car would go over pretend it shook us off and we would "fall" into the water. Then we would scurry up under the abutments and hide while the driver of the car panicked and searched the water for us. It was funny till someone recognized us and told our parents. How about the old wallet with a dollar sticking out attached to fishing line laying in the road and a bunch of giggling kids in the bushes waiting to jerk it when someone stopped to pick it up.
Then there was black powder pipe bombs and BB gun fights and everything in between.
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My Mother had a bad habit of saying, "Do you think I'm stupid?"
I answered that...once. KABOOOM! I was a teen, and towered over my mom, but she let me have it but good.
I learned a lot of respect for that little gal that day.
But I also learned the meaning of, "rhetorical question."
I had a similar experience with my mom when I gave her some lip as a teen. Mine wasn't a KABOOOM, it was a SMACK and that was both the first and last time I did that.
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I was on a date with a gal. We went to a drive in theater. It was a chick flick, "Other Side of the Mountain Part 2." It was a muggy August night, too hot and humid to cuddle. The windows were down for any breeze. and the drive-in was packed. every spot had a car.
The story was about this crippled gal. Every guy who dated her treated her like crap...except for this one guy, the perfect guy....it was a dream come true. Unfortunately the perfect guy wasn't that perfect of a pilot and his plane went SPLAT, into a mountain. He was like pancake flambe' dead.
The gal on screen was crying. My gal was crying. I could hear gals all over the drive-in crying.
and then I realized. Every car was just like mine. Too humid to even allow for a girl to cry on your shoulder, every guy was grumbling, every girl was crying. Half the audience loved the movie, and half the audience wanted to poke their eyes out...
It struck me as funny...so I laughed. and KABOOM! My date clobbered me! She thought I was laughing at the gal on the screen. I tried to explain but she was hearing none of it!
It was then I learned one of the truths about women. Even when you are right, YOU ARE STILL WRONG!
Don't bother trying to defend or save yourself. Just take your lumps and shower her with gifts and flowers later.
It's funny, but a number of my epiphanies at that time in life started with a KABOOM!
:lmao: :lmao: :lmao:
True to my member name, I would have laughed too. I have a bad habit of laughing when I shouldn't.
I was an extra in a movie called Ice Castles. This was a movie about an olympic bound figure skater who had a skating accident and became blind. At her comeback performance she skates the performance of her life. She does the old victory lap when the people in the stands start tossing bouquets of flowers down on the ice. She of course can't see the flowers and is falling all over the place. I was able to contain myself the first time, but after the 10th shoot of the exact same scene, it became so slapstick that I had a hard time keeping my composure - and here I am standing right next to the star, Robbie Benson. I was only 14 years old at the time and I bet the editing crew was pissed. :lmao:
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Oh my! Its a wonder I lived thru it.
The funniest thing we did was on a 35' high bridge over a river. We would walk tightrope style on the guard rail and when a car would go over pretend it shook us off and we would "fall" into the water. Then we would scurry up under the abutments and hide while the driver of the car panicked and searched the water for us. It was funny till someone recognized us and told our parents. How about the old wallet with a dollar sticking out attached to fishing line laying in the road and a bunch of giggling kids in the bushes waiting to jerk it when someone stopped to pick it up.
Then there was black powder pipe bombs and BB gun fights and everything in between.
You are unambiguously evil. :lmao:
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I set my forearm on fire back in the day trying to be Gene Simmons. :mental:
This is the kind of story that you will remember when you see your own children doing something similar and know it will not end well. They always get a bigger kick out of hearing how their parents escaped death and forget about the thrill of doing whatever it was they were scheming. :lmao:
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I was such a goody two shoes as a kid and throughout high school. I saved dumb stunts up for later.
Absolute dumbest: I was 22. Lived in Omaha, but was up in DesMoines on a business trip that just happened to coincide with the Iowa State Fair on the night that Chicago was playing in a concert there. Met friends at the Fair after work, we wandered around the fair until time for the concert, had a couple of beers which I totally detested but was the only choice of adult beverage at the fair. We all went to the concert, and instead of leaving right after the concert, I stayed with friends and partied some more.
Drove back to Omaha at 2am after the bars closed, not only tired, but alone and slightly intoxicated. 144 miles to the far east side of Omaha and I lived on 96th.
At one point, I pulled over, took my contacts OUT ( :thatsright: ) cause they were bugging me, and I followed a semi quite closely, because I could see his taillights. He was not happy. He pulled off the interstate, so I would go on ahead, and then came right back on. He passed me, and I kept following him all the way through Omaha.
Got home, went into my apartment, went to sleep for a couple of hours. When I got up in the morning I couldn't find my contacts. Found them laying on the console of my car.
Never did see a cop, the whole way home. But I must have had an army of Guardian Angels watching over me.
That stunt far surpassed stupid.
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Oh my! Its a wonder I lived thru it.
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Then there was black powder pipe bombs and BB gun fights and everything in between.
Yep. The stuff that'd earn you a truck full of angry gentlemen in black uniforms followed by a media circus these days.
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Dumb shit done as a kid ?
Suffice to say that I'm lucky to have all fingers , my eyesight and hearing intact.
Better living through chemistry.
I am not surprised by this admission. :-)
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I was such a goody two shoes as a kid and throughout high school. I saved dumb stunts up for later.
Absolute dumbest: I was 22. Lived in Omaha, but was up in DesMoines on a business trip that just happened to coincide with the Iowa State Fair on the night that Chicago was playing in a concert there. Met friends at the Fair after work, we wandered around the fair until time for the concert, had a couple of beers which I totally detested but was the only choice of adult beverage at the fair. We all went to the concert, and instead of leaving right after the concert, I stayed with friends and partied some more.
Drove back to Omaha at 2am after the bars closed, not only tired, but alone and slightly intoxicated. 144 miles to the far east side of Omaha and I lived on 96th.
At one point, I pulled over, took my contacts OUT ( :thatsright: ) cause they were bugging me, and I followed a semi quite closely, because I could see his taillights. He was not happy. He pulled off the interstate, so I would go on ahead, and then came right back on. He passed me, and I kept following him all the way through Omaha.
Got home, went into my apartment, went to sleep for a couple of hours. When I got up in the morning I couldn't find my contacts. Found them laying on the console of my car.
Never did see a cop, the whole way home. But I must have had an army of Guardian Angels watching over me.
That stunt far surpassed stupid.
I know that feeling, I drove home a few times when I should not have driven and I thank God that nothing ever happened to anyone.
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All of my stupid shit I did is sealed in my juvenile record. That is all. :whatever:
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I was about 21 years old and me and my boyfriend of 2 years decide we are going to "park". It was winter time and we take his little volkswagen jetta down to a secluded area (which also happened to be a swampland). We park on what we think is solid ground. Well, the car starts a-rocking and suddenly the thin layer of ice that was supporting us breaks and we drop about 6 inches. We are suspended by what little ice is left under the front and rear bumper.
Bloody heck, this was before cell phones, so Romeo leaves me in the car and he goes to get help. When the tow arrived, the tow driver rolled his eyes at our predicament and chalked it up to another Saturday night. :p
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All of my stupid shit I did is sealed in my juvenile record. That is all. :whatever:
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I plead the fifth.
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My Mother had a bad habit of saying, "Do you think I'm stupid?"
I answered that...once. KABOOOM! I was a teen, and towered over my mom, but she let me have it but good.
I learned a lot of respect for that little gal that day.
But I also learned the meaning of, "rhetorical question."
My mom is 6 feet tall, but I passed her in height about 13. Her philosophy was "With a chair and a baseball bat, we're still equal." She actually punched me once. Never had to do it again...
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I plead the fifth.
I did a few of those when I was younger.
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My mom is 6 feet tall, but I passed her in height about 13. Her philosophy was "With a chair and a baseball bat, we're still equal." She actually punched me once. Never had to do it again...
Yoiks! Leave it to mom to leave a lasting impression. :-)
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I was on a date with a gal. We went to a drive in theater. It was a chick flick, "Other Side of the Mountain Part 2." It was a muggy August night, too hot and humid to cuddle. The windows were down for any breeze. and the drive-in was packed. every spot had a car.
The story was about this crippled gal. Every guy who dated her treated her like crap...except for this one guy, the perfect guy....it was a dream come true. Unfortunately the perfect guy wasn't that perfect of a pilot and his plane went SPLAT, into a mountain. He was like pancake flambe' dead.
The gal on screen was crying. My gal was crying. I could hear gals all over the drive-in crying.
and then I realized. Every car was just like mine. Too humid to even allow for a girl to cry on your shoulder, every guy was grumbling, every girl was crying. Half the audience loved the movie, and half the audience wanted to poke their eyes out...
It struck me as funny...so I laughed. and KABOOM! My date clobbered me! She thought I was laughing at the gal on the screen. I tried to explain but she was hearing none of it!
It was then I learned one of the truths about women. Even when you are right, YOU ARE STILL WRONG!
Don't bother trying to defend or save yourself. Just take your lumps and shower her with gifts and flowers later.
It's funny, but a number of my epiphanies at that time in life started with a KABOOM!
:lmao:
I still cry when I see the ending to An Officer and a Gentlemen, my husband looks at me and has a WTF look on his face then he laughs. Here's the ending, can't find the english version so the spanish will have to do:
[youtube=425,350]rWj7kjAVL5I[/youtube]
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I was such a goody two shoes, I should be embarrassed to tell this story, but I'll just tell it. I was working in the medical field and going to school at the time, a couple of co-workers were going to a softball game between a couple of bars playing against each other, I was probably 19 at the time, well the team we were rooting for lost, and 1 of the guys said we need more T & A from the women cheering from our side, I turned to 1 of my co-workers and said, T & A? Tonsils and Adenoids?
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I was such a goody two shoes, I should be embarrassed to tell this story, but I'll just tell it. I was working in the medical field and going to school at the time, a couple of co-workers were going to a softball game between a couple of bars playing against each other, I was probably 19 at the time, well the team we were rooting for lost, and 1 of the guys said we need more T & A from the women cheering from our side, I turned to 1 of my co-workers and said, T & A? Tonsils and Adenoids?
:lmao: I think you were probably most correct, clinically speaking of course!
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When I was six i tossed a brick at some kids that were tossing dirt balls at us and missed. I couldn't get up from behind from where I was otherwise I'd be seen. Got found out anyway and they dropped it on top of my head and I ended up with seven stitches in my skull. Then there were several times driving and drinking all over the back roadshere in the county and one time after a party for my friends 19th or 20th birthday he tells me I'm to drunk to drive my 71 Nova and after awhile he talks me int oleting him drive which resulted in him driving my car into a ditch just outside the gate from the patch of farmland we had the part y at. No damage but I drove it out of the ditch and back home.
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Everytime I read this thread more memories surface :lmao:, when we moved to NJ from NY the kids celebrated mischief night here, we went out to throw eggs, no way could I damage someones car or house so I threw an egg on my Parents tree.
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Everytime I read this thread more memories surface :lmao:, when we moved to NJ from NY the kids celebrated mischief night here, we went out to throw eggs, no way could I damage someones car or house so I threw an egg on my Parents tree.
Show that tree who is boss! :lmao:
The fact that your conscious remembered this to this day makes me lol.
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When I was six i tossed a brick at some kids that were tossing dirt balls at us and missed. I couldn't get up from behind from where I was otherwise I'd be seen. Got found out anyway and they dropped it on top of my head and I ended up with seven stitches in my skull. Then there were several times driving and drinking all over the back roadshere in the county and one time after a party for my friends 19th or 20th birthday he tells me I'm to drunk to drive my 71 Nova and after awhile he talks me int oleting him drive which resulted in him driving my car into a ditch just outside the gate from the patch of farmland we had the part y at. No damage but I drove it out of the ditch and back home.
Oof! I kind of suspected you have some battle scars.
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All of my stupid shit I did is sealed in my juvenile record. That is all. :whatever:
Waitaminute. I have it on good authority that you were NEVER a juvenile. You were born an adult.
So out with it. What was so terribly wrong about what you did as a non-juvenile? :-)
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I was such a goody two shoes, I should be embarrassed to tell this story, but I'll just tell it. I was working in the medical field and going to school at the time, a couple of co-workers were going to a softball game between a couple of bars playing against each other, I was probably 19 at the time, well the team we were rooting for lost, and 1 of the guys said we need more T & A from the women cheering from our side, I turned to 1 of my co-workers and said, T & A? Tonsils and Adenoids?
That ain't goody two shoes, hon. That's just plain YOUNG. :lmao:
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That ain't goody two shoes, hon. That's just plain YOUNG. :lmao:
Tylenol and Anacin.
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Waitaminute. I have it on good authority that you were NEVER a juvenile. You were born an adult.
So out with it. What was so terribly wrong about what you did as a non-juvenile? :-)
My Non-juvenile record is as boring as vanilla pudding or tapioca. :-)
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My Non-juvenile record is as boring as vanilla pudding or tapioca. :-)
I'll bet there's more to this tapioca story...
What's My Line ? Colin Mokery, Ryan Stiles (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVpyhwuzFJY)
Maybe while visiting a small island called Cuba ?
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What's My Line ? Colin Mokery, Ryan Stiles[/url]
Maybe while visiting a small island called Cuba ?
No comment. :whatever:
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I was about 21 years old and me and my boyfriend of 2 years decide we are going to "park". It was winter time and we take his little volkswagen jetta down to a secluded area (which also happened to be a swampland). We park on what we think is solid ground. Well, the car starts a-rocking and suddenly the thin layer of ice that was supporting us breaks and we drop about 6 inches. We are suspended by what little ice is left under the front and rear bumper.
Bloody heck, this was before cell phones, so Romeo leaves me in the car and he goes to get help. When the tow arrived, the tow driver rolled his eyes at our predicament and chalked it up to another Saturday night. :p
I was a few years younger, I was with Kevin in the back of his VW Bug.
See here...
(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Foam_Kitty/4a2ec5d4.jpg)
We were in the back seat (I was very flexible back in the day). We were, well you know, doing stuff and a cop knocked on the window with his flash light (it was ON by the way) and made us both get out of the car. I didn't have any pants on. He gave me time to put them on then took me aside, away from Kevin, and made sure I was willing participant in the "activity". Then he told Kevin to take me home now and for him to go straight home. We did.
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I know that feeling, I drove home a few times when I should not have driven and I thank God that nothing ever happened to anyone.
So did I and I was pulled over once. You remember my friend Lori right? I was 17 and it was about 2am. She was laying down (I was driving an S-10 pick-up) and her head was in my lap. She was about to get sick so I was trying to prevent it. Anyway I was stroking her hair to try to calm her down and prevent her throwing up in my truck and a cop pulled me over. He made me get in his cop car and recite the alphabet. I sang it, I don't know why I did. He knew I was drunk but let me go with just a warning for going through a yellow light. My mom found the ticket and I was grounded...for being out at 2am (the time was written on the warning).
At the time I was so thankful, looking back it was irresponsible of him (and obviously me for doing it) for letting me go. What if I had had a wreck and killed myself and Lori or worse yet, some innocent driver in another car. This was about 1984-1985. I don't think you could get away with it today. That incident did stick with me though. It is one of my biggest fears with my children, I have told them about it several times and stress the "what if" you kill an innocent person part of it.
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No comment. :whatever:
No guts, no glory!
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I was a goody two shoes for sure. About the stupidest thing I ever did was almost start a fight with a guy who had a couple inches and fair amount of weight on me when I was 11. He started picking on my little brother, so I pinned him against the wall of the school. You should have seen his face when the quiet little bookworm started yelling at him to stop picking on her brother. :rotf:
Mind you, he stole my necklace in 4th grade too, and then the teacher confiscated it and I never got it back :bird:
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I was a goody two shoes for sure. About the stupidest thing I ever did was almost start a fight with a guy who had a couple inches and fair amount of weight on me when I was 11. He started picking on my little brother, so I pinned him against the wall of the school. You should have seen his face when the quiet little bookworm started yelling at him to stop picking on her brother. :rotf:
Mind you, he stole my necklace in 4th grade too, and then the teacher confiscated it and I never got it back :bird:
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I shoved rocks down the throat of a boy in my grade who was bullying my sister. She was a few grades behind me.
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In HS a guy pinched my butt in front of the whole class, he got a right hook to his face, if I didn't do that I knew every guy would be pinching me, the right hook solved that problem.
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Mostly just parts 2 and 3 of sex, drugs and rock-n-roll (and booze) in HS and college. At age 14, I allowed a friend to convince me to help her get some of her stuff out of their apartment (they had been locked out due to non-payment of rent) and ended up getting busted for B & E which scared the crap out of me :o
Fortuitously puked blackberry brandy all over a guy who was trying to take advantage of the fact I was wasted on that crap (HS). Saw a friend of mine (also in HS) completely lose his shit because he was on acid and speed and put his whole foot through a windshield of a car; he was then chased down and tackled by local cops and dragged away in cuffs.
Got into a couple of fistfights during basketball games in which I was playing (4 years in HS) because I kept getting cheap-shotted in the ribs while shooting or rebounding (I have a temper :argh: :-))
Lots of other things I've forgotten about . . .
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Booze, bucks and broads. The three B's. :rotf:
Anyway....
Shared a couple of emails last week with one of my former first sergeants. He reminded me that I had gotten toe-to-toe with the Hannover, Germany Polizei when one of our guys had toss a fire extinguisher through a window to break out of the Rail Transportation Office (RTO) in which he got locked into.
It was either do that or risk missing a troop movement, and of course, we all know you don't miss a movement -- otherwise you get constipated! :p
Seriously, he'd gotten locked in and busted out the only way he could. The cops were hot on his trail though, and attempted to arrest him and drag him away until I somehow convinced the cops we'd make good on the busted window.
I don't remember that event, but hell, it was a long time ago and I'd prolly had a couple of brewskis as well.... :-)
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I was about 21 years old and me and my boyfriend of 2 years decide we are going to "park". It was winter time and we take his little volkswagen jetta down to a secluded area (which also happened to be a swampland). We park on what we think is solid ground. Well, the car starts a-rocking and suddenly the thin layer of ice that was supporting us breaks and we drop about 6 inches. We are suspended by what little ice is left under the front and rear bumper.
Bloody heck, this was before cell phones, so Romeo leaves me in the car and he goes to get help. When the tow arrived, the tow driver rolled his eyes at our predicament and chalked it up to another Saturday night. :p
Did you have time to put your top back on before the tow truck showed up? :popcorn:
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So did I and I was pulled over once. You remember my friend Lori right? I was 17 and it was about 2am. She was laying down (I was driving an S-10 pick-up) and her head was in my lap. She was about to get sick so I was trying to prevent it. Anyway I was stroking her hair to try to calm her down and prevent her throwing up in my truck and a cop pulled me over. He made me get in his cop car and recite the alphabet. I sang it, I don't know why I did. He knew I was drunk but let me go with just a warning for going through a yellow light. My mom found the ticket and I was grounded...for being out at 2am (the time was written on the warning).
At the time I was so thankful, looking back it was irresponsible of him (and obviously me for doing it) for letting me go. What if I had had a wreck and killed myself and Lori or worse yet, some innocent driver in another car. This was about 1984-1985. I don't think you could get away with it today. That incident did stick with me though. It is one of my biggest fears with my children, I have told them about it several times and stress the "what if" you kill an innocent person part of it.
So you got off because a girl had her head in your lap? Great story! :lmao:
I don't have time to type all the stupid shit I did when I was younger.
One thing stands out....being a union committeeman for the Steelworkers at an aluminum plant (ALCOA-Davenport Works). At the age of 23 I had my own office and my duties were split between the company and union. I wore many hats. I was young, cocky and radical. I did slow down a couple over zealous supervisors that would rather see someone get killed then properly shut down a machine and some other good deeds...I worked 2ND shift and made very good money, had lots of girlfriends, and a ton of bad habits.
It's pretty rare for me to drink now. Very rare.
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Memo to self--never drive dad's boss' kid home in Dad's souped up '79 Ford at over 100 mph. I wanted to kick that little bastard's ass after it got back to my dad, who I'm sure wanted to kick my ass. Then there was the time we made contact explosives in Chemistry. Fairly stable until it dried out, and then if you threw it at someone's face shield, it make a pretty nice blast, until one piece got UNDER the face shield and blew up on his face. Ow.
Weekends on the bluffs with a 6-pack of Mickey's Big Mouth beers. Oh, why couldn't I have had better taste?
Seems like I did a lot more "stupid shit" in the Navy than when I was a kid. And NO, there isn't any photographic evidence of it--not anymore. And I'll deny any and all accusations leveled at me. I was the paragon of virtue and cleanliness.
(Oh, who the hell am I kidding.)
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Weekends on the bluffs with a 6-pack of Mickey's Big Mouth beers. Oh, why couldn't I have had better taste?
Genny Cream Ale in my case on the bank of the Delaware River or somewhere in the Pine Barrens . . . puke city :puke:
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Oof! I kind of suspected you have some battle scars.
Yep a nice one on the right side of my skull where I used to part my hair. Mom has an old picture of me after it happened with my head still bandaged up. Took at least 7 stitches to close it up and a couple of her towels to keep the blood from spilling out all over. Years later when I was in the Army I got a few more from concertina wire when some idiot pushed a whole rol off the back of a truck and it caught me between it and the building we were all next to and I got 4 more stitches on my right leg.
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Booze, bucks and broads. The three B's. :rotf:
Anyway....
Shared a couple of emails last week with one of my former first sergeants. He reminded me that I had gotten toe-to-toe with the Hannover, Germany Polizei when one of our guys had toss a fire extinguisher through a window to break out of the Rail Transportation Office (RTO) in which he got locked into.
It was either do that or risk missing a troop movement, and of course, we all know you don't miss a movement -- otherwise you get constipated! :p
Seriously, he'd gotten locked in and busted out the only way he could. The cops were hot on his trail though, and attempted to arrest him and drag him away until I somehow convinced the cops we'd make good on the busted window.
I don't remember that event, but hell, it was a long time ago and I'd prolly had a couple of brewskis as well.... :-)
Missing movement. I have a story I wish I could tell about doing that . I ended up in a neck brace over it.
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I was a few years younger, I was with Kevin in the back of his VW Bug.
See here...
(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Foam_Kitty/4a2ec5d4.jpg)
We were in the back seat (I was very flexible back in the day). We were, well you know, doing stuff and a cop knocked on the window with his flash light (it was ON by the way) and made us both get out of the car. I didn't have any pants on. He gave me time to put them on then took me aside, away from Kevin, and made sure I was willing participant in the "activity". Then he told Kevin to take me home now and for him to go straight home. We did.
What are the chances that we both experienced naughty incidents in VWs? I guess that's what comes with flexibility. :lmao:
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Genny Cream Ale in my case on the bank of the Delaware River or somewhere in the Pine Barrens . . . puke city :puke:
Genny Screamers! :o :o :o :panic: :panic: :panic: :bolt: :runaway: :tongue:
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What are the chances that we both experienced naughty incidents in VWs? I guess that's what comes with flexibility. :lmao:
Try the back of a '79 Civic if you want to test your flexibility! :-)
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Try the back of a '79 Civic if you want to test your flexibility! :-)
Toyota FX16. Hatchback.
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Toyota FX16. Hatchback.
We iz bad . . . :naughty: :-)
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What are the chances that we both experienced naughty incidents in VWs? I guess that's what comes with flexibility. :lmao:
Looks like the hood got most the of the activity.
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What are the chances that we both experienced naughty incidents in VWs? I guess that's what comes with flexibility. :lmao:
[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vc7_NEinAjI[/youtube]
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Probably the most dangerous activity as a kid came when I was around 10 years old.
Friends family owned a big farm with a 3 story barn. My girl friend talked me into jumping off the rafters into the hay stored about 20 feet below.
First time I drove a car at 14 my boyfriend decided to teach me to drive, it began to rain out and a car full of boys pulled up behind us. I decided to show off and hit the gas, spun out and went backwards over a hill flipped the car and ended up in the middle of a field. --No seat belts at that time--
Young adult was the first time I let a Sailor get an inch above my knee.
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Try the back of a '79 Civic if you want to test your flexibility! :-)
I bow to your xxxtreme flexibility!!! :lmao: :lmao: :lmao:
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Toyota FX16. Hatchback.
YEAAAAH BABY! :yahoo:
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Probably the most dangerous activity as a kid came when I was around 10 years old.
Friends family owned a big farm with a 3 story barn. My girl friend talked me into jumping off the rafters into the hay stored about 20 feet below.
First time I drove a car at 14 my boyfriend decided to teach me to drive, it began to rain out and a car full of boys pulled up behind us. I decided to show off and hit the gas, spun out and went backwards over a hill flipped the car and ended up in the middle of a field. --No seat belts at that time--
Young adult was the first time I let a Sailor get an inch above my knee.
Wild one!
I have a friend who is a paraplegic from a barn jumping incident, that is dangerous stuff.
I must admit the 2nd is pretty exciting, but the 3rd story gave me goosebumps, I even let out a little scream. :-)
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Looks like the hood got most the of the activity.
I like when you say "hood". :naughty:
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Look at all the sluts on CC. :naughty:
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Look at all the sluts on CC. :naughty:
Wha?????? O-)
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I like when you say "hood". :naughty:
:bwah: damn right! :naughty:
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Look at all the sluts on CC. :naughty:
Excuse me?! I have no sluts on me!
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:bwah: damn right! :naughty:
:rotf:
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Excuse me?! I have no sluts on me!
Give us a second. :cheersmate:
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Look at all the sluts on CC. :naughty:
I think something just moved on me..... :p
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Wha?????? O-)
Oh yah! :lmao:
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Oh yah! :lmao:
Truly don't know what you are talking about...... :whistling:
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I think something just moved on me..... :p
Or in you?
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Or in you?
:ohnoes:
you din't!!!!
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Give us a second. :cheersmate:
:o
:rotf: :rotf: :rotf:
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Or in you?
I think my toe moved. :lmao:
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I think my toe moved. :lmao:
I'd walk a mile for it.
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I'd walk a mile for it.
I think they are cute, unless of course they look like a really bad roastbeef sandwich. :p
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I think they are cute, unless of course they look like a really bad roastbeef sandwich. :p
Well, how do you distinguish and compare toes to a really good roastbeef sandwich?
Slathered in horseradish? Adorned with mayonnaise (oh, now there's a kinky one)? Festooned with frijoles? (Gotta be PC on this one, yunno.)
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Well, how do you distinguish and compare toes to a really good roastbeef sandwich?
Slathered in horseradish? Adorned with mayonnaise (oh, now there's a kinky one)? Festooned with frijoles? (Gotta be PC on this one, yunno.)
frijoles? What the hell? You coulda just said mustard. Who puts beans on a roast beef sandwich???
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frijoles? What the hell? You coulda just said mustard. Who puts beans on a roast beef sandwich???
:thatsright:
Semantics, schemantics . . . O-)
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frijoles? What the hell? You coulda just said mustard. Who puts beans on a roast beef sandwich???
You said "bean" and wineslob said "hood", I think I shall pass out from all this codespeak. :-)
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frijoles? What the hell? You coulda just said mustard. Who puts beans on a roast beef sandwich???
Who the hell puts MUSTARD on a roast beef sandwich?!?
Sacrilegious!
Frijoles I puree with a little gravy and slather it on like a paste. Or at least, I'll try that one day when I have literally nothing else better to do. :lmao:
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Who the hell puts MUSTARD on a roast beef sandwich?!?
Sacrilegious!
Frijoles I puree with a little gravy and slather it on like a paste. Or at least, I'll try that one day when I have literally nothing else better to do. :lmao:
That sounds beyond foul.
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That sounds beyond foul.
So I gather that meets with your approval? If I heat the bean paste up a little bit? :lmao: :rotf:
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So I gather that meets with your approval? If I heat the bean paste up a little bit? :lmao: :rotf:
I would rather have mustard. And yes, mustard on a Roast Beef is sacrilegious......but it ain't foul bean paste. :mad:
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I would rather have mustard. And yes, mustard on a Roast Beef is sacrilegious......but it ain't foul bean paste. :mad:
What is it about beans you don't like, dear? O-)
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What is it about beans you don't like, dear? O-)
They're good for your heart.
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I didn't do stupid shit as a kid.
I'm making up for lost time now.
Doing a damn fine job of it, too.
I like beans. :old:
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You said "bean" and wineslob said "hood", I think I shall pass out from all this codespeak. :-)
It IS getting rather warm in here . . . :naughty:
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Me and some of my friends in different cars shooting bottle rockets at each other while driving down a service road. All fun and games until one veered off and hit a semi driving down the freeway.
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Most of my "stupid shit" activities I reserved for my first enlistment and most of them involved drinking copious amounts of booze. One of these "stupid shit" moments happened in Acapulco in '92 when the ship I was on was picking up LCACs from Panama City, FL, and taking them to ACU 5 at Camp Pendelton.
The new skipper liked hitting liberty ports and this trip was a doozie - Stops in Acapulco, Cancun, and several days in Panama City during spring break. I was 22, single, making good money, no debt, and wild enough to shoot at. Acapulco has quite a few open air bars and I happened to find one that had a full bottle of Wild Turkey and many drinking college girls. I was drinking, having a good time, and kinda blacked out. At some point during my "lost time", I guess I got dared to shake my ass on the bar. That must have been it because I came to wearing my Nikes and a smile with college girls cheering and the music blaring.
Have any of you ever heard the term "make a Sailor blush"? Well, I managed to do it that day because my buddies were shaking their heads in the corner and looking around like they were hoping "dad" didn't catch us being bad.
Ahhh, all of the good times that I had no idea how I had gotten into....
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Try the back of a '79 Civic if you want to test your flexibility! :-)
Not as hard as an old Dodge Omni.
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Most of my "stupid shit" activities I reserved for my first enlistment and most of them involved drinking copious amounts of booze. One of these "stupid shit" moments happened in Acapulco in '92 when the ship I was on was picking up LCACs from Panama City, FL, and taking them to ACU 5 at Camp Pendelton.
The new skipper liked hitting liberty ports and this trip was a doozie - Stops in Acapulco, Cancun, and several days in Panama City during spring break. I was 22, single, making good money, no debt, and wild enough to shoot at. Acapulco has quite a few open air bars and I happened to find one that had a full bottle of Wild Turkey and many drinking college girls. I was drinking, having a good time, and kinda blacked out. At some point during my "lost time", I guess I got dared to shake my ass on the bar. That must have been it because I came to wearing my Nikes and a smile with college girls cheering and the music blaring.
Have any of you ever heard the term "make a Sailor blush"? Well, I managed to do it that day because my buddies were shaking their heads in the corner and looking around like they were hoping "dad" didn't catch us being bad.
Ahhh, all of the good times that I had no idea how I had gotten into....
Used to go there for party and scuba diving. :lmao:
Why does njpines hate beans? :???:
Airwolf, before I forget, it was in an old Pontiac convertable. :lmao:
I'll never forget when several of us had to come up with twenty bucks to fill a twenty-something gallon gas tank.
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That should have read seven bucks.
No, I don't know why I said twenty. Leave me alone.
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Who the hell puts MUSTARD on a roast beef sandwich?!?
Sacrilegious!
Frijoles I puree with a little gravy and slather it on like a paste. Or at least, I'll try that one day when I have literally nothing else better to do. :lmao:
Mustard on Schadenfreude's toes would not stop me from licking it off..... :naughty:
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I don't think the internet is large enough to hold all the stories of the stupid stuff I did as a youngster....and I have the scars to prove it.
Whats really scary is that I did them all without benefit of drugs and alcohol.
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Why does njpines hate beans? :???:
I like beans! Iassa's the one who didn't want Eupher's bean puree on her roast beef sandwich :-)
I want a loaded pastrami on rye sandwich this weekend (from another thread) -- that is my quest!
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I like beans! Iassa's the one who didn't want Eupher's bean puree on her roast beef sandwich :-)
I want a loaded pastrami on rye sandwich this weekend (from another thread) -- that is my quest!
Yeah. Tots is missing a real treat, but hey, that's her loss. :whistling:
There's a burger chain in Salt Lake City that does charbroiled burgers (big, honkin' burgers) with a big pile of pastrami on top. :drool:
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I like beans! Iassa's the one who didn't want Eupher's bean puree on her roast beef sandwich :-)
I want a loaded pastrami on rye sandwich this weekend (from another thread) -- that is my quest!
.....To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause overtstuffed, deliciously fatty, slightly garlicked pastrami on rye!
Brings a tear to my eye, I tells ya!
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.....To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause overstuffed, deliciously fatty, slightly garlicked pastrami on rye!
Brings a tear to my eye, I tells ya!
Time to saddle up Rocinante and look for a deli! :-)
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Time to saddle up Rocinante and look for a deli! :-)
Got a mountain bike named Rocinante, as luck would have it! Onward, My Lady! To glory and pastrami, not necessarily in that order!
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Got a mountain bike named Rocinante, as luck would have it! Onward, My Lady! To glory and pastrami, not necessarily in that order!
and I want a big, sour pickle too!! :drool: :-)
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Oh my.
Get a room, you guys. :rotf:
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Oh my.
Get a room, you guys. :rotf:
:naughty:
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Oh my.
Get a room, you guys. :rotf:
OK, then what? :tongue: :-)
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OK, then what? :tongue: :-)
Have a sandwich?
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Have a sandwich?
makes sense . . .
:-)
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Have a sandwich?
Suhweet! :cheersmate:
Hi 5!
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The shame of it all. This thread has degenerated into...a cyber deli.
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Have a sandwich?
A waitress sandwich?
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The shame of it all. This thread has degenerated into...a cyber deli.
Give it time my friend.
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The shame of it all. This thread has degenerated into...a cyber deli.
Give it time thyme my friend.
Just a lil' fix. :tongue:
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Just a lil' fix. :tongue:
:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
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A waitress sandwich?
Is one named Rosemary ?
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Is one named Rosemary ?
:asssmack:
Cut that out. Jeez, ya already got Iassa fired up.
No do thst.
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:asssmack:
Cut that out. Jeez, ya already got Iassa fired up.
No do thst.
You can call me Tots. Easier to type. :-)
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Is one named Rosemary ?
Parsley me? :confused:
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I did homework when I was a kid.
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You can call me Tots. Easier to type. :-)
I would, except the "o" is right next to the "i", and sure as the dickens, I'd do a typo. :whatever:
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Stupid shit we did as kids.....
Believed in Love and Fairness.
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Parsley me? :confused:
You have the intellect of a sage.
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You have the intellect of a sage.
Well thank you very much sir, but let's not get too carawayed with ourselves.
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I would, except the "o" is right next to the "i", and sure as the dickens, I'd do a typo. :whatever:
:rofl:
Ok, that's cool.
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Well thank you very much sir, but let's not get too carawayed with ourselves.
Thyme out! Serious thread jack! :-)
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Thyme out! Serious thread jack! :-)
This thread is not just seriously threadjacked, it's also totally chive[as]s.
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This thread is not just seriously threadjacked, it's also totally chive[as]s.
I am beginning to rue the day I read the first pun here. I don't think I can mustard up another response.
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I am beginning to rue the day I read the first pun here. I don't think I can mustard up another response.
Oh, I'm sure I can find another pun to pepper you up -- just for fennel. After that, you can tarragon outta here if you want.
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Oh, I'm sure I can find another pun to pepper you up -- just for fennel. After that, you can tarragon outta here if you want.
This borage of puns is CRAZY!
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This borage of puns is CRAZY!
I for one only do it to curry favor with you.
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I for one only do it to curry favor with you.
Whatever you do to curry favor with Tots should really be done gingerly. Get fresh with her and she'll licorice.
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Whatever you do to curry favor with Tots should really be done gingerly. Get fresh with her and she'll licorice.
You wouldn't dare say that to my Aunt Meg. She's a nut.
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Oh, that's just cilantro. I know your Aunt Meg. She's delicious. :naughty:
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Thyme out! Serious thread jack! :-)
Good cheese.
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Oh, that's just cilantro. I know your Aunt Meg. She's delicious. :naughty:
That wouldn't fly in my part of the country, Portland Oregano.
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This borage of puns is CRAZY!
Clary, the cuminlative effects of these puns has created a sorrel state of affairs here.
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What you're really saying is that I should be cautious -- your Aunt Meg is still, after all, married to your Uncle Basil.
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What you're really saying is that I should be cautious -- your Aunt Meg is still, after all, married to your Uncle Basil.
My Uncle Basil is one of Ali Baba's 40 thieves. He knows the magic opening word.
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I knew it wouldn't take long for the cinnamon [sin of man] to be reflected within this thread.
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I knew it wouldn't take long for the cinnamon [sin of man] to be reflected within this thread.
You have the tumeric(y) to bring something like that up ?
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You have the tumeric(y) to bring something like that up ?
Yes, I do. What chervil gonna do about it? :nunchuck:
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Yes, I do. What chervil gonna do about it? :nunchuck:
I will wrap you up and mail you in a plain vanilla envelope.
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I will wrap you up and mail you in a plain vanilla envelope.
That's a rather unsavory statement.
And, on that note, I'm gonna split. Gotta renew my CCW at the sheriff's office. :cheersmate:
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That's a rather unsavory statement.
And, on that note, I'm gonna split. Gotta renew my CCW at the sheriff's office. :cheersmate:
curry up!
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I think you all have been hitting the herb too hard!
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curry up!
Make sure you shoot as straight as an arrowroot.
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Make sure you shoot as straight as an arrowroot.
Easy to do with Pepper spray.
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curry up!
Maybe he needs to get the cardamom, first, before he can visit the Sheriff? She might need to be driven somewhere. Shallot be done? (Btw, I heard OZ's car is mint, no doubt he treats it gingerly.)
But if he's got a CCW at least we know OZ takes the cloves off before he gets in a fight.
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I've had enough of this silliness.
I'm gonna take my Oregs 'n go.
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I think you all have been hitting the herb too hard!
Major Doobage?
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Maybe he needs to get the cardamom, first, before he can visit the Sheriff? She might need to be driven somewhere. Shallot be done? (Btw, I heard OZ's car is mint, no doubt he treats it gingerly.)
But if he's got a CCW at least we know OZ takes the cloves off before he gets in a fight.
DANG! You are the sage of the punsters. Hi5!
:cheersmate:
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DANG! You are the sage of the punsters. Hi5!
:cheersmate:
Well, you're the one that started it. :fuelfire:
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Thanks Tots (and returned!)--since I've been a repeat offender in the derailment of this thread, I'm going to actually try to get it back on track...
When I was a kid, I think I was around 10 or 11, my parents belonged to a beach club. Anyway, there were buildings with lots of cabanas, multileveled in this case (two levels). It was all wood.
Well, I knew this other kid, and we--for no reason I know of, except kids like fire--set fires under the lower level. Just paper fires, but you had to crawl under there and we were absolutely playing with fire, ha ha, because the wood of the floor of the first level (the "roof" to us two geniues underneath) was pretty close to the flames at their highest.
We got caught one day, tried to run, but they had us as soon as we crawled out from under (and thank goodness we were caught, really.). The cops came and scared us silly--scared us into Parkinson's we were shaking so badly. They let us go and that was the end of it, but YOW, was THAT ever a stupid thing to do!
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Major Doobage?
Be careful, this word could be mistaken for another and then we'll all have to fennel for ourselves . . .
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Be careful, this word could be mistaken for another and then we'll all have to fennel for ourselves . . .
Boobage??? Where?
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Hi 5 for both of you (nj and Skul) for re-derailing the thread. :tongue:
Ok, which one of you is Professor Chaos, and which one is Major Disarray?
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Hi 5 for both of you (nj and Skul) for re-derailing the thread. :tongue:
Ok, which one of you is Professor Chaos, and which one is Major Disarray?
Professor Chaos is my nickname! For real!!!
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Hi 5 for both of you (nj and Skul) for re-derailing the thread. :tongue:
Ok, which one of you is Professor Chaos, and which one is Major Disarray?
That's General Disarray to you, civilian! :tongue:
(http://a2.ec-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/10/bbf7ebab4b4167935c508f1a1f998c2d/l.jpg)
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That's General Disarray to you, civilian! :tongue:
(http://a2.ec-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/10/bbf7ebab4b4167935c508f1a1f998c2d/l.jpg)
Hi5! :cheersmate:
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Professor Chaos is my nickname! For real!!!
How long have you had it? That's Butters Scotch's "super-villain" identity on South Park!
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That's General Disarray to you, civilian! :tongue:
(http://a2.ec-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/10/bbf7ebab4b4167935c508f1a1f998c2d/l.jpg)
Ai! My bad Sir General Sir!!!!
(drops and does 20 without even having to be told...hearing a female R Lee Ermey in my head here....)
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Ai! My bad Sir General Sir!!!!
(drops and does 20 without even having to be told...hearing a female R Lee Ermey in my head here....)
I'm afraid my vocabulary isn't quite as inventive while screaming at the top of my lungs, but thank you kindly :-)
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Hi5! :cheersmate:
Backatcha!! :hi5: :-)
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I am thrilled to see how this thread has progressed.... (http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f366/a_sick_puppy/icons/thevil-rubbing-hands.gif)
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I am thrilled to see how this thread has progressed.... (http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f366/a_sick_puppy/icons/thevil-rubbing-hands.gif)
Me too. ;D
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Hi 5 for both of you (nj and Skul) for re-derailing the thread. :tongue:
Ok, which one of you is Professor Chaos, and which one is Major Disarray?
Twernt nothin', sir, Tits and I are on top of it. :whatever:
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Twernt nothin', sir, Tits and I are on top of it. :whatever:
You and who?
:rofl:
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Thread is going stream 'o consciousness, even some unconsciousness.
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Twernt nothin', sir, Tits and I are on top of it. :whatever:
:rotf: :lmao: :rotf: :lmao: :rotf: :lmao: :rotf: :lmao:
Uh...Skul? I think that's Tots.....
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:rotf: :lmao: :rotf: :lmao: :rotf: :lmao: :rotf: :lmao:
Uh...Skul? I think that's Tots.....
Awww, cripes, I warned her about that. :banghead:
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How long have you had it? That's Butters Scotch's "super-villain" identity on South Park!
I KNOW!!!! My nearest and dearest call me Butters, much to my dismay. Apparently they see a similarity in character, which I do not. They kindly refer to me as PC now. :-)
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Awww, cripes, I warned her about that. :banghead:
Horse hockey! You just wanted an excuse to type tits. :-)
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Horse hockey! You just wanted an excuse to type tits. :-)
It was an honest typo, trust me.
Tell us more about this "Butters" thing.
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It was an honest typo, trust me.
Tell us more about this "Butters" thing.
Long story, but you would have to watch South Park to get it.
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Long story, but you would have to watch South Park to get it.
Never seen it.
You seem grouchy tonight. :-*
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It was an honest typo, trust me.
Tell us more about this "Butters" thing.
I believe him, Tots. He had to pee earlier. He was probably thinking about that when he typed "Tits."
:lmao:
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I believe him, Tots. He had to pee earlier. He was probably thinking about that when he typed "Tits."
:lmao:
What he said, and I'm sticking to it.
Ya know we're in deep shit over this. You go first.
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What he said, and I'm sticking to it.
Ya know we're in deep shit over this. You go first.
Well, I'm not so sure that Tots doesn't appreciate the "buxom" nature of things. There's that to consider. Secondly, it's difficult to focus on the keyboard when your eyes are crossing due to an acute attack of urinitis. I mean, that's serious.
Finally, you did warn her about the proximity of "i" to "o".
I'd suggest it's really her fault since she didn't insist that you stick with typing her full screen name. I mean, you could've improvised and gone with "Iassasomething" but there was that eyecrossing thing again.
No matter what you did, you were screwed.
Shit. Story of our lives, yunno? :shrug:
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Horse hockey! You just wanted an excuse to type tits. :-)
Unleash your evil minions, PC!
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Twernt nothin', sir, Tits and I are on top of it. :whatever:
Thread title change to "Stupid shit we do as adults!" :rotf:
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Horse hockey! You just wanted an excuse to type tits. :-)
Tits? Did someone say
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:drool: :-)
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Thread title change to "Stupid shit we do as adults!" :rotf:
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You're killin' me here pines!
Are you sure we qualify as adults at this point, though?
And now there IS Major Boobage in the thread... :lol:
Tag you're it! :bolt:
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And now there IS Major Boobage in the thread... :lol:
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What he said, and I'm sticking to it.
Ya know we're in deep shit over this. You go first.
:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
Please don't interpret my absence from this thread as confirmation you are in deep doo doo. It was real life that just got in the way....sleep, eat, work, etc.
Takes a lot more than that to ruffle my feathers. :-)
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Oh my - I have some really great parking stories.
We used to go to this park in Northern Indiana where everyone would do their parking. One night my boyfriend and I were having a pretty good time ( :naughty: ) and all of the sudden a cop car pulled in behind us and turned his lights on. He got out of his car and went up to the driver's side where my boyfriend was sitting. Without looking in at me, he asked us both for ID. My ID was passed to him by my boyfriend and when he looked at it, he bent down and looked in at me and told me to get home.
He was my swimming coach.
And there was the time that I went out on a date and when I got home my dad was still up and he looked at me funny and asked me why my shirt was on inside out. Without hesitation, I told him we had been to the mall and I was trying on clothes.
:rofl:
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That got a nose snort, and a good laugh. :lmao:
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Oh my - I have some really great parking stories.
We used to go to this park in Northern Indiana where everyone would do their parking. One night my boyfriend and I were having a pretty good time ( :naughty: ) and all of the sudden a cop car pulled in behind us and turned his lights on. He got out of his car and went up to the driver's side where my boyfriend was sitting. Without looking in at me, he asked us both for ID. My ID was passed to him by my boyfriend and when he looked at it, he bent down and looked in at me and told me to get home.
He was my swimming coach.
And there was the time that I went out on a date and when I got home my dad was still up and he looked at me funny and asked me why my shirt was on inside out. Without hesitation, I told him we had been to the mall and I was trying on clothes.
:rofl:
The second story qualifies as smart shit!
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What I would look like as a merm.... oh man, I love this bitching bod!
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:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
Please don't interpret my absence from this thread as confirmation you are in deep doo doo. It was real life that just got in the way....sleep, eat, work, etc.
Takes a lot more than that to ruffle my feathers. :-)
I wanna ruffle your feathers :naughty:
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What I would look like as a merm.... oh man, I love this bitching bod!
(http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5043/2bdf7dc65151916294.jpg)
:popcorn:
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I just read the last several days of this thread, it should be minted.
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