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The Original O'l Farts Club.
- Thread starter Putembk
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You know I’m a sucker for all the extras
Yes maybe Maryann but with skills. I’m sure I could have made that boat work again…
Watching this brought back a memory (of course it did lol).
My gf wrote music, sang and had her own rock band since
she was young. When she got older and wanting to play
at the bigger bars, she switched over to country as the
rock clubs all had house bands.
On weekdays after rehearsal, we'd hit the karaoke bars
so she could rock out. She nailed this song. Folks started
coming out just to hear her sing Zombie. Was crazy.
That is not the memory that came up... well, not the one
I want to tell anyway.
She wanted a new guitar player and had her sights set
on a guy who looked and dressed like Prince and played
like Hendrix. He was phenomenal. She got him and they
began getting regular gigs. She landed a regular gig in
her home town (cow town) and they were killing it.
As you can imagine, there were those 'good ole boys'
that just didn't take kindly to someone who looked
like Prince in their bar. smh.
One night after the gig we headed to the local biker
bar. Oh boy... one of the cats in there didn't take
kindly to a white girl sitting with 'Prince'. Nothing
happened in the bar but when we left ole dude followed
them out.
I saw what was about to happen and told the gal I was
riding with to stop! Then yanked the side door of the van
open. Just then, this angry fella punched the drummer (HU?)
and not the guitar player. Drummer went down like a stone.
Mayhem broke out as I leaped from the van picked up that
poor little drummer, slung his dead weight over my shoulder
and got him into the van. Dude was out cold.
The trouble dispersed quickly and no one else was hurt.
Everyone was asking how the hell did I pick up the drummer
like that? Mind you, I was about 135lb soaking wet back
then. I didn't have a clue how but I got him to safety.
Thinking about moms that lift cars off their children
and stories of the like. I was running on pure adrenaline for sure.
Drummer was okay. Took a mean hit though.
I'm pretty high... pardon my rambling
Wow you’re kinda like Wonder Woman brave too. I would have been the one under the seat…
Nah, more like stupid lol. I just acted. Couldn't leave him laying there.
If I were WW, I'd have used my rope and took ole boy out b4 anything happened
Watching this brought back a memory (of course it did lol).
My gf wrote music, sang and had her own rock band since
she was young. When she got older and wanting to play
at the bigger bars, she switched over to country as the
rock clubs all had house bands.
On weekdays after rehearsal, we'd hit the karaoke bars
so she could rock out. She nailed this song. Folks started
coming out just to hear her sing Zombie. Was crazy.
That is not the memory that came up... well, not the one
I want to tell anyway.
She wanted a new guitar player and had her sights set
on a guy who looked and dressed like Prince and played
like Hendrix. He was phenomenal. She got him and they
began getting regular gigs. She landed a regular gig in
her home town (cow town) and they were killing it.
As you can imagine, there were those 'good ole boys'
that just didn't take kindly to someone who looked
like Prince in their bar. smh.
One night after the gig we headed to the local biker
bar. Oh boy... one of the cats in there didn't take
kindly to a white girl sitting with 'Prince'. Nothing
happened in the bar but when we left ole dude followed
them out.
I saw what was about to happen and told the gal I was
riding with to stop! Then yanked the side door of the van
open. Just then, this angry fella punched the drummer (HU?)
and not the guitar player. Drummer went down like a stone.
Mayhem broke out as I leaped from the van picked up that
poor little drummer, slung his dead weight over my shoulder
and got him into the van. Dude was out cold.
The trouble dispersed quickly and no one else was hurt.
Everyone was asking how the hell did I pick up the drummer
like that? Mind you, I was about 135lb soaking wet back
then. I didn't have a clue how but I got him to safety.
Thinking about moms that lift cars off their children
and stories of the like. I was running on pure adrenaline for sure.
Drummer was okay. Took a mean hit though.
I'm pretty high... pardon my rambling
you go girl!!
Then how about meeting me for a drink after work?You know I’m a sucker for all the extras
We really have a cast of character's hereIt's been so humid lately, the gals didn't need a drink.
I did pot up one plant as it was root bound.
Should recover well.
So boring and lonely around the house these days.
Night time is the worst.
So pleased to have a buncha old farts to hang out with.
Sure helps to have some laughs to keep the blues at bay
I remember turning around in a turn around at the end of a long road and finding 100 or so of the nitrous cartridges and piles of tobacco from blunts.The only thing I hated about recreational nitrous use was for a while it became damn hard to find any cans of whipped cream at the store that still had a charge because of all the teens inhaling the gas from the can and then putting it back for people to still buy. Then along came cool whip though which solved the problem, take that teens.
The kids are so stupid and leave evidense
dogzter
Drapetomaniac
Why would you want to........to go fishing?
Sure as hell wouldn't want to leave such a place personally.
Well you have all the extras now @SubGirl - we upgraded you on ICMAG - enjoyYou know I’m a sucker for all the extras
Watching this brought back a memory (of course it did lol).
My gf wrote music, sang and had her own rock band since
she was young. When she got older and wanting to play
at the bigger bars, she switched over to country as the
rock clubs all had house bands.
On weekdays after rehearsal, we'd hit the karaoke bars
so she could rock out. She nailed this song. Folks started
coming out just to hear her sing Zombie. Was crazy.
That is not the memory that came up... well, not the one
I want to tell anyway.
She wanted a new guitar player and had her sights set
on a guy who looked and dressed like Prince and played
like Hendrix. He was phenomenal. She got him and they
began getting regular gigs. She landed a regular gig in
her home town (cow town) and they were killing it.
As you can imagine, there were those 'good ole boys'
that just didn't take kindly to someone who looked
like Prince in their bar. smh.
One night after the gig we headed to the local biker
bar. Oh boy... one of the cats in there didn't take
kindly to a white girl sitting with 'Prince'. Nothing
happened in the bar but when we left ole dude followed
them out.
I saw what was about to happen and told the gal I was
riding with to stop! Then yanked the side door of the van
open. Just then, this angry fella punched the drummer (HU?)
and not the guitar player. Drummer went down like a stone.
Mayhem broke out as I leaped from the van picked up that
poor little drummer, slung his dead weight over my shoulder
and got him into the van. Dude was out cold.
The trouble dispersed quickly and no one else was hurt.
Everyone was asking how the hell did I pick up the drummer
like that? Mind you, I was about 135lb soaking wet back
then. I didn't have a clue how but I got him to safety.
Thinking about moms that lift cars off their children
and stories of the like. I was running on pure adrenaline for sure.
Drummer was okay. Took a mean hit though.
I'm pretty high... pardon my rambling
Talking of Zombies - we get alot of what I call PHONE ZOMBIES - around these parts - people that walk at you - so totally engrossed in their smart phones - that they don't see anything else but their phones - and are not even aware of what's coming at them - even if it is another PHONE ZOMBIE
- and the other day - I witnessed two PHONE ZOMBIES crashing into each other - which made me bellow with laughter so much so - when their two phones crashed to the pavement - and they both had that shock and awe look on their faces - that they both turned on me - verbally - as if I should have had some sympathy for those two idiots - instead of looking at the situation as COMEDY GOLD!
- because the tension has been building within me for a coupla years or more now - with myself having to move over for oncoming PHONE ZOMBIES on countless occasions - then seeing two of them walk into one another right in front of me - was a huge hysterical relief - and even when the two of them were scrambling around picking up their fractured phones - I just couldn't stop laughing - at their misfortune - and told them - thru a barrage of very mundane expletives - '
'You should both get matching T-shirts - with 'PHONE ZOMBIE!' - emblazoned across the front of them - just so that everyone approaching you knows!' - then I walked on - feeling very satisfied
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cola
Well-known member
Good Morning All (OF's):
Wishing each and every one of you, a pleasant morning, wonderful day, and outstanding evening.
I am currently pretty tied up with projects and work, so wanted to start with a daily check in hello.
Today is Friday and right next door to the weekend on Saturday. Will be glad for the break. TGIF!!
See you all tomorrow (again)!
Wishing each and every one of you, a pleasant morning, wonderful day, and outstanding evening.
I am currently pretty tied up with projects and work, so wanted to start with a daily check in hello.
Today is Friday and right next door to the weekend on Saturday. Will be glad for the break. TGIF!!
See you all tomorrow (again)!
Jiminy!! Where the hell did you come up with 1000 muskrat skins??? Jeez, I had four skin stretchers and never had all four in use at once.
Oh, bro!! You just triggered a funny, funny memory. I was on a bidness trip in Paris. Dressed in a suit and carrying a hard, smooth-cornered briefcase walking along some major street.
Lotsa people. I dodged one little dude (Frogs are really little people on average) and another actually leaned his shoulder into me to bump me, saying "imbecile". I went another couple of minutes, and saw this was the way it was. People would actually ignore your existence -- walking right at you -- until they were too close to avoid you, and they most ricky-tick did not try. It was like some kind of dick measuring contest Parisian-style.
**BREAK BREAK** <-- This is straight-arrow shit. TINS.
At that time, I weighed about 235 and was cut. The average Frog was about half my size...
Sooo... Here comes another guy, looking at me while I just innocently stare straight ahead. I put a total rock-grip on my briefcase, and innocuously braced my arm against my hip as hard as I could.
We collided. My arm never moved an inch. Remember: He was walking into me.
The little shit went up, over, and down on his ass and bounced once. He looks at me like I'm Jesus who just caught him peeing in the holy water and says: "Pardon, M'sieu!"
(*snork*) They got even. I wound up getting food-poisoned (some group was on strike). Got to ride in one of those Anne Frank wee-waw siren ambulances to a maternity!! hospital.
