#3 brings back some memories. I was ice skating in a swamp in early December after a week or so of sub-freezing temps. Inititaly skated out from the edge into the middle of water and back several times. No problem. The ice was solid at least fives inches think. I skated back to where I had departed from the edge, stopped and stood there talking to a friend who was just then putting his skates on. Next thing I know, I'm in water up to my crotch. It's about 20 degrees. I got out of the hole, skated over to the edge, sat on a log to take the skates off and was confronted with freezing laces on the skates. Luckily they hadn't frozen through. By the time I got the skates off and boots on, my pants were frozen solid and I'm shivering like a dog shittin' peach pits. I was about a half mile from home and warmed up a little from walking, but was glad that it wasn't a couple miles like some other places I skated back then.
Re:#5 1968. 2nd Radio Battalion, Camp Geiger. I stood across the table playing pool with a guy in the Rec room. I leaned over to get a "ground view" of his shot. The idiot swept the cue up into the light fixture.
THIS idiot watched the fluorescent tube fall onto the able and shatter into a thousand pieces right in front of my eyes. Memory fades over time, but I think I might have had my gov't issued glasses on at the time.
Lesson learned: Never stand close to the pool table. OngBing
#2 Wadda fuck head eh?
ReplyDeleteLooks like a new "doggie" style.
Delete#2 That’s what he gets for putting peanut butter on his pecker !
ReplyDelete#6 Dive! Dive! Dive!
ReplyDelete#4. Gets up and looks around like “anyone see that.” Nope all good
ReplyDelete#6, I'm not expert, but I don't think that is how boats work.
ReplyDeleteMatt in KY
#3 brings back some memories. I was ice skating in a swamp in early December after a week or so of sub-freezing temps. Inititaly skated out from the edge into the middle of water and back several times. No problem. The ice was solid at least fives inches think. I skated back to where I had departed from the edge, stopped and stood there talking to a friend who was just then putting his skates on. Next thing I know, I'm in water up to my crotch. It's about 20 degrees. I got out of the hole, skated over to the edge, sat on a log to take the skates off and was confronted with freezing laces on the skates. Luckily they hadn't frozen through. By the time I got the skates off and boots on, my pants were frozen solid and I'm shivering like a dog shittin' peach pits. I was about a half mile from home and warmed up a little from walking, but was glad that it wasn't a couple miles like some other places I skated back then.
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...like a dog shittin' peach pits... this is a thing?
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ReplyDelete1968. 2nd Radio Battalion, Camp Geiger. I stood across the table playing pool with a guy in the Rec room. I leaned over to get a "ground view" of his shot. The idiot swept the cue up into the light fixture.
THIS idiot watched the fluorescent tube fall onto the able and shatter into a thousand pieces right in front of my eyes. Memory fades over time, but I think I might have had my gov't issued glasses on at the time.
Lesson learned: Never stand close to the pool table.
OngBing
#10. That is a good swing for any age. Good contact, line drive hitter.
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