The Original O'l Farts Club.

[Unca Walt]

I reserve my stash of muscle relaxers, Benzos and opiates for those moments, but I hate the opiates, even in baby strength, as they 'plug me up', which is the worst effect I get from them, so I save them for when everything has gone to shit. (No pun intended...).

In my not so humble opinion, you are doing the right thing thataway.

Opiates have so many fargin negatives: They are like ingesting cement, they work for short periods, and they cause your brain to stop making endorphins.

So you can't shit, and you become a pussy regarding pain, relative to your undrugged pain status.

I have taken zerio opiods for a couple of years now.

I owe.

 

[jokerman]

I brung flowers and soft music............ View attachment 18948685 View attachment 18948685 View attachment 18948685 View attachment 18948685 View attachment 18948688

Good Shatterday morning brothers and sisters! View attachment 18948686 View attachment 18948687

The streets and sidewalks are all still skating rinks here. A mostly cloudy day here, followed by afternoon rain, starting at 33F and predicted to reach 43F. Hopefully the ice will melt away before tomorrow.

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Sly ...very sly GW

 

[jokerman]

Old electricians' joke

 

[bigsur51]

Good morning all you Cool Cats and the Lurkers too!..

also a warm welcome to Mr Hash who apparently swam ashore whilest I was asleep

Swede is still asleep , just me and two cats and this hot coffee

my left foot has started to go numb , about 3 weeks ago I noticed , some slight swelling , I could tell when the put my tennis shoes on , the right was was tighter than the left…Kay Sara

11 degrees here , going up to 25 , we may take a trip up to Burlington and see all the excitement of the big city and get a few supplies

The excitement centers around the fact that there will be about 300 illegal aliens bussed there and most of them will be housed at the old prison that shut down a few years ago

that is 300 who knows where in the hell they are from and now they are just 60 miles from our little town

hardly anyone locks up anything around here but that just changed

now it’s lock and load mode

 

[Unca Walt]

Mine look kinda like the picture…
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Dang, they look good. Pity bugs got on two of 'em.

 

[buzzmobile]

Something must be done before its too late.

Don't forget the CalMag.

 

[Gray Wolf]

I had to ask what that meant a while back.

But just yesterday, I was looking through some of my pics taken in Amsterdam, and they triggered a memory.

I had bought a really powerful pre-rolled in a "Palm Tree" store and smoked it there. I wandered down the street to where I was going to meet the Red Witchie-poo...

...and suddenly I needed to sit down. There are zerio public benches in A-dam. I found an 8-inch circular package holder (yup) at the right height. Sat on it and tried to stay awake.

Some guy comes by, and says "Wakey, wakey." I smiled.

Herself showed up a coupla minutes later, and I said:

"We gotta get back to the hotel, right now."

She was pissed at me fer sure.

PS: The reason she was not with me at the "Koffee Shop" was because the day before we had walked down the narrow road (too narrow for cars) scoping out the novelty of weed stores/supermarkets/soda fountain-lookin' places all selling weed -- and she got a contact high while we were walking outside on the street! She does not like weed.

High Myrcene in a strain produces heavy couch lock.

 

[buzzmobile]

The End.

 

[Janborrego]

Loved your story and I love GSDs too. I like you have always dogs in my life. They have provided unconditional love unlike any human being can match imo. Most of my dogs have been shelter dogs usually large strong ones. We are Now retired, older and can’t take the chance being pulled down in the street by a strong dog that maybe sees a rabbit to chase. We now have two golden doodles Maryjane and Arlo. They are still pretty large but are much easier to manage and equally love us unconditionally.
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Cuties!!

 

[Janborrego]

Mine look kinda like the picture…
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Did you egg wash them? That is how I get yhe color like the pic. I’ll bet they were good. I have been baking bread since I was a child standing on a chair next to grandma. Mine still does not taste as awesome as hers did. It is very close though. She never measured anything just poured it in and it was always right.

 

[buzzmobile]

64 Ford Falcon

aka Cuban Cadillac in Miami

 

[buzzmobile]

Then I posed the question and mods acted dumb.

From what I have read they probably were not acting.

 

[Unca Walt]

Speaking of Amsterdam... I found an old magazine article I wrote:

A Steamy Interlude In Amsterdam
© Walt C. Snedeker​

There are some who say that the Fabled PC is somewhat modest and shy. These people simply do not know what they are talking about. Referring to PC's modesty quotient in normal human terms by saying she is "shy" is about as much an understatement as saying that snowbirds occasionally drive in less than exemplary manner.

So it was an amazing event when she agreed to go into the establishment abutting our hotel in Amsterdam, Holland, last week.

‘SAUNA’ , the neatly-lettered sign touted to passersby (thet wuz us).

"Hey! Let's go in and do the sauna-thing," I hyped enthusiastically, "we can steam out a dozen Heinekens or so."

"Well..." PC was eyeing the group of photos behind the glass window box which depicted a seated comely young lass leaning casually against a wooden backdrop of cedar boards. The seated comely young lass didn't happen to have any clothes on, but she also just happened to be in a rather modest position that made it so that it didn't really matter.

"It's wonderful," I added truthfully, for I had done the sauna scene while traveling in China a few years back, and had come out feeling absolutely grand.

"You go into the sauna first. That's the boardy-looking place in this picture," I pointed to the casual maiden's lair, "and pour some water on the rocks. That makes it really crazy in there." I was warming to the description, aided by the fact that Amsterdam was an absolutely Arctic 48o, and we Southrin-fried chilluns were both shivering like dogs passin’ peach pits.

"Then, after about 15 minutes, when you look like a lobster, you come out and jump in cold water."

I had to hasten to the next step, because PC's big blue eyes looked at me as if I had just announced my arrival from Mars, and I could see that Step 2 had very nearly upset the sauna-sales applecart.

"Then you go in the steam room. Note that they don't have a picture of that, 'cause you can't see three feet in a steam room. After a half hour in there, you go to the warm tubby," I pointed to the maiden in the tubby, "and relax."

"Will we be alone?"

"I think so."

"I'm not sure I really want to do this..."

"Aw, c'mon! Hey! We're in Amsterdam!”

So in we went.

I should have sold round-trip tickets for the Titanic. (*sigh*)

We walked down a hallway to a bar. Really. A liquor bar. The young blond guy behind the bar took our 29 guilders (about $19) and handed us two dinky little towels, and went back to drawing a beer for a guy sitting at the bar wearing a dinky little towel. Uh, oh.

"What do we do now?" PC's voice was tiny.

I turned around like I knew what I was doing, and pointed to a row of lockers in plain sight of the bar (15 feet away).

"We go over there and put our clothes in the lockers, and then we..." a quick glance showed the door to the sauna (on the other side of the bar) "...go over there."

"But, but, but..." PC sounded like a small outboard as we went to the lockers.

She opened a locker door, and tried to hide behind the six inch piece of metal. And me.

Then she looked at the dinky little towel.

"I need a bigger towel." This, in a voice that brooked no questions on anyone's part.

I went and got a bigger towel. One for each of us, I might as well add.

With me augmenting the door as a screen, the Fabled PC slipped out of her laundry and into the bigger towel. I nonchalantly skinned down and wrapped my towel around my magnificent torso, ignoring the clicking cameras of a troupe of parochial-school children going through on a tour with the nuns.

Onward past the bar, past the six or so easy-chair ensconced guys lounging around in dinky towels.

PC's worried eyes made her look like a copper-topped tarsier. She was distinctly nervous, if a crushing grip on the last three fingers of my left hand was any indication.

There were hooks outside the sauna to hang up our towels.

Glancing at the bar (and loungers) to ensure that nobody was looking thisaway, PC took a deep breath, and with the look that Marie Antoinette must have worn, yanked the towel off hurriedly, and lunged for the sauna door.

O, Titanic. You were a comparatively lucky ship.

When my very darling swung the sauna door wide whilst gloriously clad in Nature's Garb, she beheld a sauna occupied by several strange men dressed similarly to herself.

She shrieked once. She shrieked twice. The third shriek was a kind of doppler as she disappeared in hasty towel-wrapping speed back toward the lockers.

When I reached the lockers, my modest bride was pink enough that she looked like she had at least 45 minutes in the sauna.

"You do the sauna thing, darling," she panted, dressing fiercely, "I'll wait for you in the hotel room."

So I did. After all, somebody had to uphold the honor of American tourism courage. (And besides -- I'd invested the 29 guilders.)

The nice part was that by the time I got back to the sauna, there were two young ladies just entering, so the afternoon was not a total loss...

When I finally got done, and went back to the bar to get my locker key, the blond giant looked at me and schnickered (that's "snickered" in Dutch):

"In Amerika, dey do not haf zaunaz mit mix-ed couples, no?"

"This, dey do not haf." I answered.

One last small trial occurred: as I was too-casually getting dressed in the locker room amongst the ladies, I had to surreptitiously pocket the Fabled PC's knickers. In her haste, she had somehow forgotten to put them on.

The Dutch are very polite. But I swear I heard guttural feminine giggles as I nonchalantly ambled out.

 

[SubGirl]

Dang, they look good. Pity bugs got on two of 'em.

Yeah, you gotta eat them quick around here

 

[Janborrego]

Good Morning

 

[bigsur51]

a rare ole farts group coffee shot…

 

[BubbasPlace]

Forgive James Brown?

Yes, he wasn't all bad. After all, he was the hardest working man in show business, right?

 

[jokerman]

Wouldn

Dang, they look good. Pity bugs got on two of 'em.

Wouldn't stop me

 

[Janborrego]

a rare ole farts group coffee shot…


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That must a been wsy before my time

 

[SubGirl]

Can't pull one over on @dogzter ....haha yeah it took a while because I had no idea what happened...or where the cool peeps went....

Got a message from @Boo a while back saying you guys were going to a new spot...thing is...it was edited in a way where the name of the site you all are on was switched so I couldn't find you all... Then I posed the question and mods acted dumb.

I’m sorry that happened hash. We are glad you finally found us tho. Do you have a new baby?