Hey, come check this out...
Cowboy: "Hey, come over here and check this out..."
Clime: "What you got?"
Cowboy: "Across the way."
Clime: ~looking at another building 150 or so meters away~ "It's a forklift."
Cowboy: "No. It a chick on a forklift. A hot chick."
Clime: "How can you tell?"
Cowboy produces not one but two sets of binos and one spotting scope.
Clime: "Why on earth do you keep all these here?"
Cowboy: "Just for this sort of eventuality."
Clime: "Oh. Wow. She is hot..."
Of course that doesn't beat having phone conversations with Stodgy, who at the time kept an apartment in Mission Valley with a window over looking an exercise trail. During mid-conversation, I would hear his roommate scream "Window!", hear a rush of feet, and Stodge and Ski would be over at the window checking out a nubile runner or walker...
A minute ago it was like a poolhall up in this motherfucker. Now it's as quiet as a church...
A Saturday night with all the guys camping in Oklahoma found me at the poolhall. Albeit a suburban one in Plano. I didn't run into a cash cow like I did last week, but maybe I ran into something better. I'm playing very well, dropping the nine on the break in no less than four games on the night, when I remove my tunnel-vision goggles and see a hot chick with her two pre-teen sons on the table next to me. The kids are shooting the lights out. Re-racking and placing the cue ball close to the right side rail for the next break puts me right next to the gal.
"Say. I've seen good shooters, but never a whole family of them."
"giggle"
Yep, didn't leave until they did and had a grand time...
Sunday morning and a .50 Cal
The Flying Leathernecks. Man. Nothing beats getting up and turning the tube on to John Wayne and Robert Ryan leading a Marine Fighter/Attack squadron to jump a ship convoy steaming down "The Slot". The unenlightened ones won't know that Robert Ryan played the head of the parachute school in "The Dirty Dozen". The really unenlightened won't know that he really was Airborne in real life. USMC. Snapped up by the OSS during WWII...
Clime: "What you got?"
Cowboy: "Across the way."
Clime: ~looking at another building 150 or so meters away~ "It's a forklift."
Cowboy: "No. It a chick on a forklift. A hot chick."
Clime: "How can you tell?"
Cowboy produces not one but two sets of binos and one spotting scope.
Clime: "Why on earth do you keep all these here?"
Cowboy: "Just for this sort of eventuality."
Clime: "Oh. Wow. She is hot..."
Of course that doesn't beat having phone conversations with Stodgy, who at the time kept an apartment in Mission Valley with a window over looking an exercise trail. During mid-conversation, I would hear his roommate scream "Window!", hear a rush of feet, and Stodge and Ski would be over at the window checking out a nubile runner or walker...
A minute ago it was like a poolhall up in this motherfucker. Now it's as quiet as a church...
A Saturday night with all the guys camping in Oklahoma found me at the poolhall. Albeit a suburban one in Plano. I didn't run into a cash cow like I did last week, but maybe I ran into something better. I'm playing very well, dropping the nine on the break in no less than four games on the night, when I remove my tunnel-vision goggles and see a hot chick with her two pre-teen sons on the table next to me. The kids are shooting the lights out. Re-racking and placing the cue ball close to the right side rail for the next break puts me right next to the gal.
"Say. I've seen good shooters, but never a whole family of them."
"giggle"
Yep, didn't leave until they did and had a grand time...
Sunday morning and a .50 Cal
The Flying Leathernecks. Man. Nothing beats getting up and turning the tube on to John Wayne and Robert Ryan leading a Marine Fighter/Attack squadron to jump a ship convoy steaming down "The Slot". The unenlightened ones won't know that Robert Ryan played the head of the parachute school in "The Dirty Dozen". The really unenlightened won't know that he really was Airborne in real life. USMC. Snapped up by the OSS during WWII...
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