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Post by MOLEY on May 5, 2012 15:12:08 GMT -5
Once got trapped upside down, going around and around and around on a vintage children's roundabout at some ridiculous time in the middle of the night. Post, bottle of Benylin for a cough a pub meal and vodka session, celebrating friends birthday just prior to our little excursion cruising the river Camb on the narrow boat. Earlier that last evening whilst moored at the bottom of the pub garden I had cooked a pizza on the cooker for everyone and broke a nob on the cooker. The next day my friend was running to the public toilet all night claiming I'd poisoned her, it was a vegetarian pizza so I think she was being silly and no-one else complained. The next day I was very hung over and lay on top of the boat covered in baby oil for more hours than was sensible in a heatwave. I used baby oil to moisturise with in them days being a green idiot about the dangers of cooking in the sun and what is known as safe for body care. This obviously brought on heatstroke later that day and ruining the trip whilst everyone else enjoyed the pub that night, I felt fucking awful. On top of headache from hell, nasty sunburn, upset gut, general nauseousness and an 8x8 bruise on my leg from the roundabout. Felt better the next day for gentle pub excursion and magic mushroom tea party on the boat, before swurvy wurvy trip back to the original mooring when my friends were staying, they thought it all hilarious! This is just one tale I can share being a stupid twat and having no sense of self-preservation, you would think I got a tad wiser but nope!
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Post by philipkduck on May 5, 2012 15:24:19 GMT -5
Once got trapped upside down, going around and around and around on a vintage children's roundabout at some ridiculous time in the middle of the night. Post, bottle of Benylin for a cough a pub meal and vodka session, celebrating friends birthday just prior to our little excursion cruising the river Camb on the narrow boat. Earlier that last evening whilst moored at the bottom of the pub garden I had cooked a pizza on the cooker for everyone and broke a nob on the cooker. The next day my friend was running to the public toilet all night claiming I'd poisoned her, it was a vegetarian pizza so I think she was being silly and no-one else complained. The next day I was very hung over and lay on top of the boat covered in baby oil for more hours than was sensible in a heatwave. I used baby oil to moisturise with in them days being a green idiot about the dangers of cooking in the sun and what is known as safe for body care. This obviously brought on heatstroke later that day and ruining the trip whilst everyone else enjoyed the pub that night, I felt fucking awful. On top of headache from hell, nasty sunburn, upset gut, general nauseousness and an 8x8 bruise on my leg from the roundabout. Felt better the next day for gentle pub excursion and magic mushroom tea party on the boat, before swurvy wurvy trip back to the original mooring when my friends were staying, they thought it all hilarious! This is just one tale I can share being a stupid twat and having no sense of self-preservation, you would think I got a tad wiser but nope! Product recall : All MOLEY 2000 models - reality / vodka interface problems. Report to nearest MOLEY franchise for brain transplant.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on May 5, 2012 15:33:52 GMT -5
We were living in Ellis, ks, which at that time had the highest alcohol consumption per capita of several neighboring states. Now that we have left I am reasonably certain that is no longer the case.
Some friends we had made online had come to visit and we were having a party at the house. Well Terri and I had gone to bed, it should be noted we sleep naked. At some point I woke to the sounds of someone throwing up. A few things jumped right out at me. I was spooning Terri and a naked man was spooning me and puking on my back.
He hit the floor and I was screaming and Terri was passed out. I went outside to where the party was screaming and cussing, It took a minute to realize why everybody was looking at me in an odd way. Yes, I hadn't taken time to put any clothes on, but I was so mad it didn't matter. I finished yelling at them and let them know that someone was going to wash my back off.
I went into the shower and a woman came in and got all the puke off of my back while I was still yelling at her. I then made them come get the naked man out of our bedroom and got the bed changed, all the while Terri remained passed out.
The two older ladies that lived behind us always made a point to sit outside and smile and wave after that.
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Post by MOLEY on May 5, 2012 15:34:11 GMT -5
It was in about 1989 I was just 19
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Post by rscott on May 5, 2012 16:08:10 GMT -5
During the height of my drink'n daze I would blackout and wake up in jail unhurt but with bloody knuckles wondering who the hell I beat the shit out of this time. It happened three times in one year - the judge was not impressed and put in one of my five anger management courses over the years.
Geeze - When I think back I realize what a mellow dude I'm becoming in my old age. I was a walking disaster zone, toxic to everyone around me and mean to the bone. Dope and cognitive therapy have done wonders for me in the last three years.
@ Moley - You'd be the same age as my daughter. I'm the same generation as your dad and you treat me as a peer and talk of your dad as a bit dotty - "What's up with that?" Now you made me feel old and gave me the sad.
RScott
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2012 19:17:42 GMT -5
You guys all make me feel so normal. I can't even begin to tell you how it feels.
(((((((everybody))))))
Thanks, for being wild childs too...
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Post by The Mad Hatter on May 5, 2012 19:32:25 GMT -5
You guys all make me feel so normal. I can't even begin to tell you how it feels. (((((((everybody)))))) Thanks, for being wild childs too... Um...on my last one I was in my 40's...
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Post by The Mad Hatter on May 5, 2012 20:00:33 GMT -5
In fact only 3 years ago... As you can see the back area of our Jeep was very small. Where it is parked in this picture is in a ditch near the entrance of The Country Stampede. As I had a handicapped card no one ever even tried to stop us from parking there. Three Kansas State University girls came running over wanting to party with us, of course we said yes. Hell, just about everybody attending the concerts walked by and we met lots of fun people. Now, only 2 of the girls fit in the back, Terri and myself were sitting atop the roll bar as usual, and one girl was standing at the back of the Jeep on the ground. They got to talking to Terri about an experiment they were doing for school and asked if it would be okay. Terri said yes. Next thing I know they are yelling at every guy, and we are talking thousands, "Show us your penis and we will show you our boobs!". A surprisingly small amount of guys were willing, but as I said, thousands came by... Every tine a guy was brave enough to show, 8 boobs were flashed, Terri was playing too. I was the designated bartender and kept having to get down and mix drinks and dodge boobs. All fucking night. Oh, Terri was awarded the "Best of show" for the night, we still have those beads... Her 50 year old boobs kicked those young girls all night. She has great tits.
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Post by StormInateacup on May 6, 2012 0:15:13 GMT -5
During the height of my drink'n daze I would blackout and wake up in jail unhurt but with bloody knuckles wondering who the hell I beat the shit out of this time. It happened three times in one year - the judge was not impressed and put in one of my five anger management courses over the years. Geeze - When I think back I realize what a mellow dude I'm becoming in my old age. I was a walking disaster zone, toxic to everyone around me and mean to the bone. Dope and cognitive therapy have done wonders for me in the last three years. @ Moley - You'd be the same age as my daughter. I'm the same generation as your dad and you treat me as a peer and talk of your dad as a bit dotty - "What's up with that?" Now you made me feel old and gave me the sad. RScott We don't think you're dotty because you don't act dotty. And you sure as shit don't act like our dads did!! LMAO. Oh and Charley - I want to meet Teri!!!
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Post by The Mad Hatter on May 6, 2012 0:18:20 GMT -5
She's something else, don't know what I did to deserve her, but I'll take it.
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Post by rscott on May 6, 2012 0:37:07 GMT -5
Until my accident at age 44 I felt young, I had never been beaten by a younger man and could keep up with 20 year olds. Then came the accident and I aged twenty years instantly. Until I quit morphine 3 years ago I felt old, now I feel 44 again.
"snort snort rut rut" I gotta find me a woman!!!
Anybody know of any good Russian bride sites? The pickin's around here are mighty slim and I'm not into sheep like some of the locals.
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Post by StormInateacup on May 6, 2012 1:14:14 GMT -5
I'd sling me hook at you if I lived in the proper hemisphere. lol My suggestion is look and see where the local anarchists hang - there have to be anarchists in Dakota - we're everywhere. Face facts - you're gonna need an anarchist to be sure none of your secrets get out to the authorities should the love affair go pear shaped. Oh yeah there was the time I was propping up the bar with some woman I had never seen before at a wedding, looking at this idiot bloke on the dance-floor making a right knob of himself with the old white man's overbite - making cracks about how I bet he had a dozen kids - it was obvious he had no rhythm at all - critiquing his wardrobe choices, his paunch, his comb over... yep - it was her husband!
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Post by MOLEY on May 6, 2012 3:02:08 GMT -5
My Dad is a wild man you would like him RScott he shoots stuff like pidgeons if they piss him off and he was once a mechanic on minis mainly but hates driving them, ex-farm labourer on old open top combines, sheep shearing, still drives a lorry post retirement age (70 this year) and does the gardening bit grumpy and hates the thought of socialising
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Post by rscott on May 6, 2012 8:24:28 GMT -5
My Dad is a wild man you would like him RScott he shoots stuff like pidgeons if they piss him off and he was once a mechanic on minis mainly but hates driving them, ex-farm labourer on old open top combines, sheep shearing, still drives a lorry post retirement age (70 this year) and does the gardening bit grumpy and hates the thought of socialising I'm 60 your dad's 70 and my dad is 80. I'll have to admit your dad is closer to my dads generation than mine but it does sound like I'd like him. I've never known my daughter but I would hope she's a little like you.
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Post by MOLEY on May 6, 2012 8:35:49 GMT -5
My Dad is a wild man you would like him RScott he shoots stuff like pidgeons if they piss him off and he was once a mechanic on minis mainly but hates driving them, ex-farm labourer on old open top combines, sheep shearing, still drives a lorry post retirement age (70 this year) and does the gardening bit grumpy and hates the thought of socialising I'm 60 your dad's 70 and my dad is 80. I'll have to admit your dad is closer to my dads generation than mine but it does sound like I'd like him. I've never known my daughter but I would hope she's a little like you. Awww.....OurScott dear boy you're a diamond geezer, I have my father's moody temperament he's funny in a Homer Simpson way he's a bit hard like you on the outside and soft and squishy on the inside, like you is.
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