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Trying to hook up a 3928485930285635 lb salt spreader to a truck listening to ice ice baby is ****ing hilarious
 
Posting to VN and driving a snow plow.

What possibly could go wrong?

I'm drawing a blank.


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Y'all, I gotta get some things out of my system, so I'm going to do it here cause you don't know me :) This has been the ****tiest year OF MY LIFE. My dad has cancer and his heart is failing...my hubby passed on to Heaven in May at 46..and today, my daughter was in a bad car wreck. She is going to be ok, but OMG when I got that phone call! Here it is Christmas season and I come home to an empty, quiet home. It gets to me - A LOT.

sorry, I just had to get personal for a few minutes and let it out!!! My dad doesn't want anyone to know about his cancer, so we can't say anything...

I know everyone has issues, but ****, I just needed to vent for a sec. I feel like I have to hold it in all the time, so.....thanks for listening or reading or just scrolling by. :)

Carry on!

Everything going better? Been catching up this morning on the last week and your post has still been weighing on me. I hope you are doing well. Or, as well as you can. Touches a soft spot in my heart. Not that there are many left.
 
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Watching one of my top 10 favorite movies on Netflix right now: The Prestige. If any of you don't know who Christopher Nolan is, you're missing out.
 
I used to know an old Vietnam vet that had descended into utter alcoholism. He was always walking around drunk ranting about dead babies. In the bars he was seen to always leave about an inch of his beer in the glass, can or bottle. I asked him why and he said through slurred speech and yellow eyes-"Thats where the drugs is at"
 
I used to know an old Vietnam vet that had descended into utter alcoholism. He was always walking around drunk ranting about dead babies. In the bars he was seen to always leave about an inch of his beer in the glass, can or bottle. I asked him why and he said through slurred speech and yellow eyes-"Thats where the drugs is at"

Um, you'd be surprised of the truth in that. Lipophillic drugs fall to the bottom if you leave them long enough.
 
I always used to go into a bar on the strip that had many name changes. The last one I can think of was "The Library" Back in the 80's I went in around noon before a football game and sat at the bar. A long haired hippie type came in and sat beside me and we struck up a conversation. This was about a year before the Worlds Fair in 82. He explained he was from somewhere in the NW [ I can't remember exactly where , maybe Seattle.] and was there working on construction for the Expo. We proceeded to have a nice talk and later I noticed him getting visibly wobbly on the stool. Out of the corner of my now impatient for the game to start eye I saw his hand slowly go up to his mouth and about a minute later he jumped up and barfed all over himself and the floor. He looked at me and grinned through his stupor and said " Man , you might want to turn your head" I'm thinking "turn my head?" Hell, the worst is over. So, I didn''t. He proceeded to bend over and look at his puke in the floor like he was on a treasure hunt and then quickly and delicately fished something out of it, put in his mouth and took a swig of beer and swallowed. Not being one too easily shocked I looked at him and asked "WTH was that dude" Again with a slurred response " My last hit of acid" .
Oh to be young again.
Edit: I believe it was before the Vandy game but can't be sure. I can't believe we screwed around and lost to Ky. that year. Anthony Hancock caught a long td pass in the first half in that one and it looked like we had the game well in hand before losing 21-10.
 
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I always used to go into a bar on the strip that had many name changes. The last one I can think of was "The Library" Back in the 80's I went in around noon before a football game and sat at the bar. A long haired hippie type came in and sat beside me and we struck up a conversation. This was about a year before the Worlds Fair in 82. He explained he was from somewhere in the NW [ I can't remember exactly where , maybe Seattle.] and was there working on construction for the Expo. We proceeded to have a nice talk and later I notice him getting visibly wobbly on the stool. Out of the corner of my now impatient for the game to start eye I saw his hand slowly go up to his mouth and about a minute later he jumped up and barfed all over himself and the floor. He looked at me and grinned through his stupor and said " Man , you might want to turn your head" I'm thinking "turn my head?" Hell, the worst is over. So, I didn''t. He proceeded to bend over and look at his puke in the floor like he was on a treasure hunt and then quickly and delicately fished something out of it, put in his mouth and took a swig of beer and swallowed. Not being one too easily shocked I looked at him and asked "WTH was that dude" Again with a slurred response " My last hit of acid" .
Oh to be young again.

Friend, that is not acid. That is something else. I'm as derapved as ape and even I din't know what that is. That is not "to be young again".

I've dropped acid before. It wasn't anything like that. Very fullfilling but difficult. I don't dare do it again. My demons would eat me alive. They own me.
 
Friend, that is not acid. That is something else. I'm as derapved as ape and even I din't know what that is. That is not "to be young again".

I've dropped acid before. It wasn't anything like that. Very fullfilling but difficult. I don't dare do it again. My demons would eat me alive. They own me.

Yea doesn't sound like acid. I could drink like a fish when I tried it the few times.
 
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