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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by studio1087, Nov 12, 2020.
I was born on a pirate ship.
(And I say that holding my tongue)
Sometimes this forum can get pretty racy.
I was the 1967 Sussex County junior 1/2 mile champion.
I'm starting to think hard liquor gives me gas.
I like to put chameleons on plaid tablecloths.
There is no brown light.
A wood frog can hold it's pee for up to 8 months. (Wudda ya bet they drink beer too!)
In heaven, there is no beer!
When I was 15, I met the doctor that delivered my mom while walking in Chama, NM for the first time.
So, for people born in 1999, how does that work the only 9 numbers and the first one cannot be a 9? Nice clickbait!
A true story:
As a fat Freshman in a boarding HS, 1973-
In May 1973, we had our annual day-long sports competition between Classes ( entire school, 150 boys) known as the May Games- think it was a Saturday.
Things like flag football, sack races, broad jump, tug-of-war etc. Ending with a Pie Eating Contest
It was eating just 1 Morton's Chocolate Frozen Ice Cream Pie - 4 contestants one from each Class- whomever ate it the fastest was the winner!
I was the Freshman that entered.
The 4 of got our pies, the Senior ( Bobby Ruocco) was the most popular student in the entire school ( funny guy, great athlete, actor, Student Body President) was favored to win.
We started, GO!
and me and Bobby were neck and neck, and Bobby beat me- but he threw up the pie right after finishing, disqualified!
We both were ahead of the Sophomore and Junior by half a pie.
Because Bobby disqualified himself, and I was ahead by so much, I won, plus was awarded 2nd, 3rd, and 4th place too!
* I was the only one in our Class to score any team points in any May Games event- Hero, for a day!
This is right up my alley,
Just plain juvenile!
Man, there better be! I know lots of people who say they're going to heaven.
And the thought of spending eternity with some of them . . . . I'm gonna need a few beers.
Same here, Camp Zama.
There's a place called "Ooh Aah Point" in the Grand Canyon.
Mine's a doozy....
I don't play my own guitar brand.
I have a bunch of them, love them as art pieces, but don't like them very much as playable guitars. The one exception, may be my Rockerbox semi-hollows, I occasionally play one of them, but that's about it, otherwise it's my two telecasters, Gretsch resonator, or Kala nylon string.
Back in 1983 I was in the process of getting my airframe and powerplant license at Frederick community college in Maryland. We went on a field trip to a facility in Suitland, Maryland that contained the Enola gay that was in the process of being restored.
We actually were given pretty much total access to the facility.
A few of us happened upon the Enola gay sitting in a corner of the warehouse pretty much in pieces, The fuselage was fully intact so we climbed aboard and did some exploring.
The cockpit was pretty much bare but the pilots and copilot's seat were still installed, so naturally I sat in both. What a strange feeling to do that considering the history of the plane.
Oh and I was born in Landstuhl Germany being an Airforce brat. We lived off base and being the 4th kid I came quickly and mom didn't make it to the base to have me.
I was actually born in a German hospital and the head guy at the hospital refused to put me in with the other German babies being as I was an American.
So I was given a room by myself.
My birth certificate is in German with an American translation.
What about chin-panzees?
My first guitar was a Magnum pos with pennies stuck under the low E saddle so it was playable. Came with a Gorilla amp. Both are long gone.