Anytime.

said friend and myself having breached .2 and proceeded to the next bar, enjoyed ourselves there for a while proceeded back to the first one. It was 11 pm on a sunny Alaskan eve (bright twilight) when he was romping up the Seward highway driving a 1976 Suburban with no reverse when a corvette pulled up next to us, he looks out of his windows and sez"A clam is driving that! Holy Shit. He then proceeds to hammer the suburban to the next light, ariving before she got there, jumps out of the sub, splays across the hood of the vette slobbering I love you. She smiles, they chat for a revolution of the light and he jumps in the vette, hollers at me to get money (he is out) and meet him at coots (chillicoot charlies where all the tourists and tards go) Now I dont have any money (we had been drinking since 5pm) so I call home, talk to my (then) wife to meet us at coots, and bring a fifty (she had gotten paid that day) for my bud and some money for ourselves. I drive to coots, he isnt their. My wife shows up in a cab so proceed to try accross the street where they made the best marguiritas in Anchorage. There they are, she is cute, a school teacher. He is handsome in a rough way. His speech is littered with total racist, sexist commentary. Without repeating it picture a kkk meeting inside a black strip club. He gets ready to leave she is a little reluctant, half fear and half lit and wanting to get some I guess. I drive home. The next day I get his ride back to him and asks how she was. Well, she gave a half assed bj and then started crying she wanted to go home so he is a gentleman and escorts her to the door of the trailer and calls his ex to come over and finish the job.
thanx,
bill

Post #219,195 by Another Scott 8/13/05 6:56:22 PM Reply	Anytime. Make sure you include that story in your memoirs and we'll be even. :-) Cheers, Scott.
Post #219,199 by boxley 8/13/05 7:27:27 PM Reply	well here is a partial said friend and myself having breached .2 and proceeded to the next bar, enjoyed ourselves there for a while proceeded back to the first one. It was 11 pm on a sunny Alaskan eve (bright twilight) when he was romping up the Seward highway driving a 1976 Suburban with no reverse when a corvette pulled up next to us, he looks out of his windows and sez"A clam is driving that! Holy Shit. He then proceeds to hammer the suburban to the next light, ariving before she got there, jumps out of the sub, splays across the hood of the vette slobbering I love you. She smiles, they chat for a revolution of the light and he jumps in the vette, hollers at me to get money (he is out) and meet him at coots (chillicoot charlies where all the tourists and tards go) Now I dont have any money (we had been drinking since 5pm) so I call home, talk to my (then) wife to meet us at coots, and bring a fifty (she had gotten paid that day) for my bud and some money for ourselves. I drive to coots, he isnt their. My wife shows up in a cab so proceed to try accross the street where they made the best marguiritas in Anchorage. There they are, she is cute, a school teacher. He is handsome in a rough way. His speech is littered with total racist, sexist commentary. Without repeating it picture a kkk meeting inside a black strip club. He gets ready to leave she is a little reluctant, half fear and half lit and wanting to get some I guess. I drive home. The next day I get his ride back to him and asks how she was. Well, she gave a half assed bj and then started crying she wanted to go home so he is a gentleman and escorts her to the door of the trailer and calls his ex to come over and finish the job. thanx, bill "the reason people don't buy conspiracy theories is that they think conspiracy means everyone is on the same program. Thats not how it works. Everybody has a different program. They just all want the same guy dead. Socrates was a gadfly, but I bet he took time out to screw somebodies wife" Gus Vitelli Any opinions expressed by me are mine alone, posted from my home computer, on my own time as a free american and do not reflect the opinions of any person or company that I have had professional relations with in the past 49 years. meep questions, help? [link\|mailto:pappas@catholic.org\|email pappas at catholic.org]
Post #219,200 by Another Scott 8/13/05 7:52:49 PM Reply	!

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