You don't like pickles ?!?!
I don't think we can be friends anymore...
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone !
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You don't like pickles ?!?!
I don't think we can be friends anymore...
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone !
i didn't ask for him to be named - i meant sombebody needs to know him already
Sweet Jesus on the cross, Foxhot ! That gives a layer to "Get off my lawn" that I didn't think existed - I glad you didn't get shot !
My random fact for today is someone tried to mug me once - big guy, maybe six-two, 180 pounds - and I actually fought back...
I guess you never know what you'd do in a situation like that until it happens - I always thought that at just five-four and maybe a buck-ten soaking wet I would have "run away quickly" as in Monty Python, but I pulled back on the purse he was trying to take and started swinging my arms and screaming like an absolute lunatic, and he ran away.
To this day I'm grateful that it ended as it did, and not in the hospital or the morgue.
Ha! I'm from the Midwest, and I recognize those. Could have added "being stuck behind farm machinery for hours" too.
You don't like pickles ?!?!
I don't think we can be friends anymore...
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone !
I have a friend who wants to like pickles because they look and sound great to him when he sees others eat them, so once in a while he'll try one just to verify he still hates them.
Yes. I suppose no matter what you do or don't, the ones who began the crap will always think it's your fault. Good thing that never happens on message boards.
That shooting----most likely a BB, as we never verified the make----reminded me of two other occurrences, one later, one earlier. In the later one, at night, I believe a disgruntled pluckwad fired another shot in the air 100 feet away as a possible warning for us to behave ourselves....or my mentally ill brother in particular. Just my suspicion, no proof.
And the earlier one, again at night, probably back around 1982ish, I was recording and editing the TV commercials out of Langella's DRACULA when a egg smacked rather hard against the living room window. My reaction at that moment was almost identical to the BB! From now on, close the damn LR windows. All for the best.
Then there was that massive egg attack at night naturally in the backyard in 1995. Luckily we were never toilet-papered, but it was a petty retaliation for my brother's retaliation for getting smacked in the back of the head by another high-quality individual in the daytime. All stupid, and all random at first, but it sets up a moronic chain.
You've had some, um... interesting adventures. Foxhot - happily things have calmed down for you !
And +1 for Langella's Dracula - great movie
I won the drop-an-egg-off-the-roof contest/experiment in the 8th grade with Jello made with only 1/3 the normal amount of water, the styrofoam that came with my sister's new blow dryer, and ratchet straps we used to put up tarps when camping...
I won a gift certificate to McDonald's for five bucks !
Merry Christmas, eh... 
I recently noticed that my left ear has gotten almost a full centimeter longer than my right one. This must have happened just within the last few months. Of course, I know that the cartilage in the ears, nose and chin grows as we age, but I wasn't expecting one ear to grow faster than the other! I suppose if it gets any bigger, I can always get a job in a sideshow.
maybe it's that 7 ounces ear-ring?
Holy shit! I hope you had no lasting damage.
This one ain't just the Midwest. I have friends like this.
This one ain't just the Midwest. I have friends like this.
We have it here in PA, too !
My dad used to joke that he built the enclosed porch for just that purpose - he called it "The Goodbye Patio"...
Those certainly weren't good odds to say the least. My worst was with two guys who grabbed me from behind and I managed to throw the one guy off on the ground and I guess I was so incensed and wasn't even thinking that I then started running after the second one who took off and managed to get away. Telling my wife afterwards, she thought I was crazy, although I'm kind of glad I wasn't able to catch the guy as angry as I was.
The strangest thing was I was so obviously full of adrenaline, I didn't even notice the fact at first that the first guy had cut the back of my upper arm open once I started to resist. Only after I was able to recompose myself did I realize the stream of blood running down my forearm and finally feeling the pain. The way they attacked me and the fact they didn't actually try to take anything, I still think to this day it wasn't a mugging, but they initially thought I was someone else. But I still have the unsightly souvenir from my elbow to halfway up my triceps, which likely could have been minimized with the stitches I never got.
I'm the sort of the reverse...I weigh a lot more now, but the same with diabetes.
At the age of 61, I'm working on my first album project
Almost finished, backing vocals being added before mixing and mastering
44 minutes of melancholy pop / folk rock, on the way
Almost finished, backing vocals being added before mixing and mastering
44 minutes of melancholy pop / folk rock, on the way
post a teaser when you're done
