No Sh*t, This Really Happened...

[likwid]

Originally Posted by Crafty Angler

I sit back and the next thing I hear is "Hey, you guys, look at this!". I look over the rail and sure enough, one of the blondes is standing in front of house with...well, the top half of her dress is around her waist, her arms are in the air and she's swinging back and forth yelling "WOO WOO! WOO WOO!"

And you didn't have a camera ready.



You hate freedom.

[Mr. Sandman]

Clean livin...that is why good stuff like that happens to you.

Tomorrow, I expect to here a Penthouse Forum-like description on what happened when you went over to to check up on the girls.

[Crafty Angler]

Originally Posted by Mr. Sandman

Clean livin...that is why good stuff like that happens to you.

Tomorrow, I expect to here a Penthouse Forum-like description on what happened when you went over to to check up on the girls.

Well, Jim, on point #1 I prefer to think of it as karma

And on point #2, well...to tell you the truth, I'm just an old porch dog and my bark is considerably worse than my bite. I'm also pretty cautious about just how long and how loud I bark, and who may be within earshot to...uh...misinterpret it, if you get my drift.

I really don't want to find myself sitting at a table with a guy standing next to me saying, "Your Honor, my client strenuously objects to the forced sale of his collection of fishing equipment as part of this settlement and denies any wrongdoing on his part!"

You know, an old fool and his accumulated net worth are soon parted.

However, I do maintain my right to continue as an avid devotee of...I dunno, birdwatching I guess. Strictly scientific interest, of course.

Gaaaahahaha OMG, I just thought of another incident - nope, not now, I'll save it for another time - like maybe this winter when we could all use a good laugh.

It must be karma

[FishermanTim]

It definitely is karma.

Here's my contribution to this thread:

about 8-10 years back I used to frequent the downtown club scene at Axis on Lansdowne St. I stopped VOLUNTARILY when I turned 40, yet I wasn't a lounge lizard. Anyway, this one Saturday night after a rousing night of drinking and dancing I was heading down to Kenmore Sqaure for some snack and a taxi home. While heading up Lansdowne St. there was a crowd gathering just inside the lower parking garage across from the Fenway's Green Monster. There was one of those make-shift drum street performers really getting his groove on, and doing a good job at it.
The fun for me was that there were a couple of couples standing next to me (good looking college chicks and their boyfriends). Well, at some point one of the guys who had been standing behind his girl decided to move over to get a better look at the drummer, and his girlfriend didn't notice. Instead she just move back into who she thought was her guy, but was actually me. That in itself was comical enough, except that she was feeling a little frisky, and decided to give her man a frisky reach-around to fondle his junk. You can only imagine the look on her face when she noticed her guy standing to her right, and turning around to face me, grinning from ear to ear.
I thanked her and proceeded on my way, noting the many shades of red on her face.

Then there's my first flight on Airlingus back in '92, but that too is for another day.

Some say that we make these things up, but if you haven't lived our lives, or walked in our shoes, how do you know?

[Mr. Sandman]

So...headed out with a buddy for a few hours of fishing and a loong walk. Very slow fishing, probably the slowest I've seen this entire season. We made the long walk back to the parking lot which is off the beaten path, its past midnight and we here some giggles, naughty screams, and drunkin laughter...all female. My friend turns to me and says, what do you think that is? Awe, it's August and there is a lot of sex on the beach this year I would bet something of that nature is ahead...
As we approached they see us and run ahead towards the dune and path to the lot. My truck and their car were parked next to each other and the only one in the lot They got to the vehicle first and as I approached I hit the button on the key fob to light up the world. Well, there was some scrambling going on but everything was in clear sight. They asked how the fishing was...my response was not as fun as the swimming must have been. (I thought about making a lewd comment about the size of my friends rod but refrained) More laughter....they got dressed and sped off 5 partially clothed babes in a island bomb of a car with the strong smell of booze in the air. See you later boys!!!!!!! heheheheheh
My friend says..."That was the best part of the night!"...yep...it wasn't a total bust (pun intended). Gotta luv MV in August even if the surf fishing is slow.