R.C. Christian
Gold Member
I shook hands with Bill Clintoon at a banker conference.
I fell through ice off the coast of Sweden.
I fell through ice off the coast of Sweden.
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I've been to Dyersville (from Iowa).In the summer of 1993 after I just turned 11 years old, I actually got to go to the field where the Field of Dreams was filmed during a family vacation.![]()
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God bless you always!!!![]()
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Holly
P.S. I also went to the Mall of America during that vacation too.![]()
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I told Leslie Nielson he was pond scum while he played pool, then 86'd him for being an ass to the customers.
I get another brownie point!
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I told Leslie Nielson he was pond scum while he played pool, then 86'd him for being an ass to the customers.
I get another brownie point!
You dissed my homie!
Negged!
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I told Leslie Nielson he was pond scum while he played pool, then 86'd him for being an ass to the customers.
I get another brownie point!
You dissed my homie!
Negged!
Did you know him personally? As in, friend? If not..then note he was not anything like what he portrayed in movies. Think of the most obnoxious person here at USMB and times it by ten. That was Neilson that night. But it sure was fun to tell him to GTFO.![]()
Got drunk at a club in Paris and woke up in the back seat of my car in a parking garage the next morning in Salzburg, Austria.
Edit ... Uh, we used to party like hell in the service.
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Got drunk at a club in Paris and woke up in the back seat of my car in a parking garage the next morning in Salzburg, Austria.
Edit ... Uh, we used to party like hell in the service.
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HA!
I got a phone call from a buddy that said he was stuck in Okinawa with $20 and no ID. He got drunk and someone put him on a MAC flight. I looked in his wall locker and found his ID, paid the crew chief of the next flight to Oki $50 to get the suitcase to him. We covered for him by faking a Red Cross message that his grandfather had died and he needed to get home for the funeral (his grandfather had already died years before).![]()
Got drunk at a club in Paris and woke up in the back seat of my car in a parking garage the next morning in Salzburg, Austria.
Edit ... Uh, we used to party like hell in the service.
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HA!
I got a phone call from a buddy that said he was stuck in Okinawa with $20 and no ID. He got drunk and someone put him on a MAC flight. I looked in his wall locker and found his ID, paid the crew chief of the next flight to Oki $50 to get the suitcase to him. We covered for him by faking a Red Cross message that his grandfather had died and he needed to get home for the funeral (his grandfather had already died years before).![]()
THAT'S a friend!!
HA!
I got a phone call from a buddy that said he was stuck in Okinawa with $20 and no ID. He got drunk and someone put him on a MAC flight. I looked in his wall locker and found his ID, paid the crew chief of the next flight to Oki $50 to get the suitcase to him. We covered for him by faking a Red Cross message that his grandfather had died and he needed to get home for the funeral (his grandfather had already died years before).![]()
THAT'S a friend!!
And this was the day AFTER he stole my car! Fucker left it in San Francisco too. I named my son after him.
THAT'S a friend!!
And this was the day AFTER he stole my car! Fucker left it in San Francisco too. I named my son after him.
It's a special bond that can't be explained. I have exactly two friends like that... any of us would hitch-hike across the country to reach the other if he were in need.
Kudo's to those who have been blessed with friends like that.
Worked as an independent contractor for a Fortune 500 Company when I was only 13 years old.Rather than checking off a list, what about this?
What have you done that you believe no one else on this forum has ever done? One point for each thing you post that no one else here can also claim to have done (honor system).
Haha, you just reminded me of a trip I took with a friend once. Over 20 years ago.Dammit, Unk. Now you got me reliving my younger naughtiness.
I had a car. Yep. 64 t-bird. Cruising home from another town and saw a hitchiker. Stopped, asked him where he was going. He said Haight Ashbury. I said I wanted to go too! So he said LET'S GO THEN! I said ok...but...no car. I wanted to hitchhike with him. He looked at me like I was crazy, then laughed and said ok! My sister was with me so I told her to drive my car home. I got out, and we stuck out thumbs out. Wound up on a little used highway and nobody was stopping. So..I took my blouse off cuz he didn't have his shirt on due to the damn heat. After the second car passed by, someone stopped. Some guy in a pickup truck. We got in the back and I put my blouse back on. Guy in truck stopped and said take it back off or get out. So I took it back off. We rode all the way to Big Sur in the back of that truck, then he had to go another way and stopped. Thanked me for the view in his rear view mirror, and I put my blouse back on.
Next to the overpass was a motel. I booked a room for the night cuz I didn't want to be out there on the onramp. Cops would bust us for hitching. After we got in the room, I walked over to the freeway and saw groups of hitchers so I said "come with me. I got a room". 15 of us in one little room, lol. But we stayed quiet and the manager never knew there were so many in there.
Us girls made sure the next morning that the room was clean, and we washed all the towels and blankets at the laundry mat before turning in our keys. Place was cleaner after we left than it was when I rented it.
Dude and I made it to SF and I hopped a greyhound and came back home. I thought it a great adventure.![]()