Down memory lane... 1979. I was 16 and had a 1963 Ford Econoline Van. I was cool as hell. My van had a bed with a black fake fur cover over it in the back and awesome faux wood paneling on the walls. And shag carpet. I also had a portable TV, which was pretty much unheard of back then. It was only black and white and depended on an antennae being pointed the right direction in order for you to get a picture on the 6" screen. One night myself and my first girlfriend were out in the woods doing what teenagers do... We were watching The Midnight Special all alone in my van, enveloped in fake fur, and....nothing happened. Other then us watching this: I've often wondered what became of her.
My wife decided to surprise me for my 30th, which was yesterday, by getting us a babysitter and taking me to my favorite sushi restaurant. Afterward we went to a bar and while I went to the restroom I gave her the challenge to get me “something interesting.” I came back to a full liter of draft beer in a mug. If you’ve never tried to drink a liter of beer before it gets warm, rest assured, no matter how frozen that mug is, it gets warm in a hurry and the burps are not worth it. I damn near cleared out that bar.
3 beers. It makes you pee a lot. My wife hates it when I talk to random strangers, so go figure I made friends with the lesbian couple next to us and they proceeded to hit on her.
I’m with you man. This is one of the reasons I turned to hard liquor. Depending on how dehydrated I am and what I’ve eaten, 2-3 beers can have me pissing every 15 minutes all night.
HEY.... you don't FUCK with THE BEAST. https://www.nbc4i.com/news/national...gouges-eyes-of-armed-home-intruder/1290489849
Oh, I know... we trained with it for a couple of years when I went to military college... to basically help us not get beat up when we went to town dressed in silly military college uniforms. "Blackie" from the 3 PPCLI was our instructor... and he taught us to (a) run the fuck away, and if that wasn't an option (b) win some sort of advantage so you can then run the fuck away. That "advantage" was due to Krav Maga.
“Fair” fights only happen in movies and sanctioned events. Get the fuck to safety, and if you can’t, then fuck the dude up enough to buy you time to get to safety. I’m surprised we don’t hear about more home invasions ending this way. After all, the criminals aren’t the brightest of the bunch.
Well that IS the beach I go to, and I HAVE been talking about wanting to try Jet skiing all weekend, but thankfully the most stressful part of my weekend was retrospectively trying to determine if I was unknowingly part of a plot to have a threesome that I wandered out of because I was reacting poorly to something in the house and started having trouble breathing, so I just went home instead.
I've noticed recently, as my train passes a now-closed strip club, it appears that a vigil has taken place and someone has left flowers and candles at the boarded up entrance. The volume and arrangement of each is reminiscent of those small roadside tributes to people killed in car crashes. The weirdest part? The flowers are replaced with fresh ones often. Someone is seriously sad that place is gone.
Maybe it closed because someone got murdered there. That happened to a strip club around here last year.
One of my tailgating buddies left a game and drove back to his town an hour or so away when he arrived he decided to hit up the strip club he frequented. As he pulled in the cops raided the place for drug trafficking and prostitution. He pulled a u turn and dipped out. Got to be an insane industry to work in.