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Kat, or maybe it was akabukowski, once said to me that everyone thinks their life would make a good book.

She is probably right. What do you think?

Here is your chance.

Let's all tell stories from our experiences as we traveled through time.


Ahh, but there has to be rules. They will be pretty loose, but rules there must be.


1. It can be any experience that you want to tell us about.

2. It can be as short as one line. Or as long as fifty. Anything over thirty will be deleted.

3.You do not have to end the story at fiftyy lines, but you have to quit writing at the end of fiftyy lines. You can not post again until at least one other person  has posted something.

This ensures that everyone gets a chance.

4.You can continue on the same subject or jump to a new one.

5. Nothing is required to be in chronological order.

6. Very Graphic Sexual discriptions should be posted in the sex talk group. You can direct us to go there if we want to read about it.

7. No one will be checking the facts 

8. Additional rules will be posted and implemented as I see fit.

Step right up and post. who knows, the next knock on your door may be Spielberg asking for the movie rights.

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there is a really mean rooster at  work that attacks. I named him Ted Bundy.

No chickens  just 2 roosters, 6 ducks, 7 goats, the number of dogs can vary from

12-112. A donkey.

3 cats.

I shovel all the shit.

I am in the Shit Shoveling hall of fame.

Been shoveling  shit since I was 10.

I broke and galloped the  1985 Belmont stakes winner.

I galloped million dollar racehorses. Got old and fat.

Now i shovel goat and dog shit.

This is my life.


Beth, You forgot the crabs. And the beer.

When I was dating my future 2nd wife, I took her to Houston for the first race of the national championship motorcycle series, It was flat track, which I think is the most exciting racing there is. I never had the reflexes required to ride it, but was into Motocross and Enduros. Anyway, one of the guys I knew, MIke Kidd was in the running for National Champion that year,  and since flat track was his best event, he had a good chance of winning his race.

They had filled the arena area of the Astrodome with dirt and turned it into a race track.

We had made the decision to go at the last moment, and drove down from Austin. When we got there I purchased the tickets. they were good seats, and we proceded to our area.  

The seats  were right in the middle of a large area of empty seats. Kind of strange.

Just before the Heat races got cranked up, the seats around us started to fill. It was all guys and gals wearing gang jackets. The Gang? "The Banditos". The Biggist, Baddist, Motorcycle gang on the Gulf Coast. I was pretty nervious for a while. But we got to talking to some of them and they were pretty friendly. However as the evening wore on they got drunker and louder and rowdier. Started doing things like dropping their pants and hanging a moon over the railing.

Security came over a few times,but their were no altercations that got too serious, and we had a good time.  Mike did pretty well but didn't win. I think he finished the season in the top ten that year.  I was happy to get out of there with all my teeth.

we got married and the wife and I both rode bikes for a number of years. Our youngest Son turned out to be a pretty good Motorcross rider.   

I was alone on an assignment to supply communications to the first Marine Division.
I stopped at their HQ for a few good men. The old man said, bring my Marines back in one piece or I will have you’re a$$. I asked if he could throw a corpsman (medic) in the deal. He answered with a hard no.
We got to our closest point we could drive to. I grabbed a heavy spool of dumbbell wirings and off we went laying wire the whole way.
We came upon a huge rice paddy. We had to cross it. Half way across the VC was shooting at us and the bullets would splash in the water around us. I said that when we get out of the water, break off in two columns and keep your butts down and we will just blend it with the razor grass.
We got up on the bank and one marine was yelling, corpsman and that he had been hit. We had no medic. And since I had first aide I crawled to the wounded Marine. I cut up the side of his boot where all the blood was coming from. I spotted a huge leech on his ankle, then I started to laugh.
The Marine got mad. He said I just had my foot shot off and you are laughing. I then pulled the leech off of the wound and used an old rag to clean up the blood on his ankle. I used a roll of Scotch 88 tape (black electrical tape) and taped his boot back on so he could walk. When we got back, he was going to report the worst medic that he ever saw. The army switchboards light up as they were looking for that inept US Army medic. They sent our outfit a bill for one pair of combat boots. I ordered the boots and the request was denied. The signal corps could only order telephone poles.

That rooster should be sold for cockfighting. It's a big sport in certain areas of the country and particularly in the Philippines. The crowd goes crazy during a cockfight. I know PETA will have a fit.



As well they should

What Bob said.

i think cruel and unusual punishment should be reserved for the humans that deserve it.

Ok TeeBub, BEND OVER. time for your cruel and unusual punishment.

This time I'm granting your wish to shave your ass for the photo taking > ;-)



btw ...this site has really cute avatars http://theskwerlmaster.com/avatars

Does this mean I'm gonna get whacked with the rolled up news paper AGAIN?

Kooner said this in another thread: "crabs scare me. especially those big sand crabs with those alien eyeballs."


Which reminded me of a story.

When I was about 16 I was laying out on the beach w/a girlfriend in Panama City Beach, FL. I was laying on my stomach & had untied my bikini top to avoid a tan line across my back. I'd been laying there for quite some time, & lifted my head for some reason, just as a sand crab was running toward me from a foot or so away. I screamed & jumped up. Without my top, of course. Very embarrassing to a 16 yr old. ;-p

Uh huh....:=)
Another picture painted in my head.
yep. I imagined that one targeting you. '-)




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