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THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
1. Innovative
2. Preliminary
3. Proliferation
4. Cinnamon
THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
1. Specificity
2. Anti-constitutionalistically
3. Passive-aggressive disorder
4. Transubstantiate
THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
1. No thanks, I'm married.
2. Nope, no more booze for me!
3. Sorry, but you're not really my type.
4. Taco Bell? No thanks, I'm not hungry.
5. Good evening, officer. Isn't it lovely out to night?
6. Oh, I couldn't! No one wants to hear me sing karaoke.
7. I'm not interested in fighting you.
8. Thank you, but I won't make any attempt to dance, I have no
coordination. I'd hate to look like a fool!
9. Where is the nearest bathroom? I refuse to pee in this parking
lot or on the side of the road.
10. I must be going home now, as I have to work in the morning.
1. Innovative
2. Preliminary
3. Proliferation
4. Cinnamon
THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
1. Specificity
2. Anti-constitutionalistically
3. Passive-aggressive disorder
4. Transubstantiate
THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
1. No thanks, I'm married.
2. Nope, no more booze for me!
3. Sorry, but you're not really my type.
4. Taco Bell? No thanks, I'm not hungry.
5. Good evening, officer. Isn't it lovely out to night?
6. Oh, I couldn't! No one wants to hear me sing karaoke.
7. I'm not interested in fighting you.
8. Thank you, but I won't make any attempt to dance, I have no
coordination. I'd hate to look like a fool!
9. Where is the nearest bathroom? I refuse to pee in this parking
lot or on the side of the road.
10. I must be going home now, as I have to work in the morning.
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I can't say this one stone cold sober. :wah:
[QUOTE]2. Anti-constitutionalistically[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE]2. Anti-constitutionalistically[/QUOTE]
ALOHA!!
MOTTO TO LIVE BY:
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, champagne in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming.
WOO HOO!!, what a ride!!!"
MOTTO TO LIVE BY:
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, champagne in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming.
WOO HOO!!, what a ride!!!"
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watermark;885758 wrote: Are you drunk now, hoppy? :-2
Drunk some of the time. Crazy all the time. What's your excuse?
Drunk some of the time. Crazy all the time. What's your excuse?
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hoppy;885869 wrote: Drunk some of the time. Crazy all the time. What's your excuse?
see, you fit in perfectly here!
see, you fit in perfectly here!
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I can never say Chekosl.. Crap can't spell it sober either.:wah:
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sunny104;886847 wrote: see, you fit in perfectly here! 
That remark reminded me of a story. Everything on this board reminds me of a story. Anyway, back in the '40's when I was a wee snot, there was little to do in the evenings, especially in the winter. We had a couple old Philco's (radios), and listened to Jack Benny, Amos & Andy, dance music or popular music. Dad read a lot, the women sewed, Ike was usually with the Hooker boys from down the road. Gramps would spread out one of those jigsaw puzzles with a gazillion pieces, on the dining room table. We ate in the kitchen so the dining room table only got used on special occasions. First, he would turn over all the pieces facing up. Then, he would walk around the old round oak table, trying pieces for fit. Hour after hour, smoking his hand rolled cigarettes, sipping from his fruit jar of old panther pee, his name for whatever he had in that jar. The rest of us would often stop, try a piece or two as we went by. Once finished, some days later, the puzzle would be left on the table on display, until gramps got a new one. Then, the old was put back in the box and stowed away in a closet.
Well, gramps and I had a little spat about some missing rolling papers and tobacco and he slapped me aside the head. Not hard, mostly playful. So, to get even, I got a handful of pieces from one of gramp's old puzzles and added them to the pile of the puzzle he was currently working on. It took a few days for gramps to discover my trick. What bothered me was, nothing was said. Then, I started finding puzzle pieces in my breakfast oatmeal, in my school lunch sandwiches and other odd places.
Gramps was a crusty old fart. Granny said he spent a number of weekends in jails for drunken brawls, in his prime days. I still have a few photos of him with his beloved teams of draft horses.
That remark reminded me of a story. Everything on this board reminds me of a story. Anyway, back in the '40's when I was a wee snot, there was little to do in the evenings, especially in the winter. We had a couple old Philco's (radios), and listened to Jack Benny, Amos & Andy, dance music or popular music. Dad read a lot, the women sewed, Ike was usually with the Hooker boys from down the road. Gramps would spread out one of those jigsaw puzzles with a gazillion pieces, on the dining room table. We ate in the kitchen so the dining room table only got used on special occasions. First, he would turn over all the pieces facing up. Then, he would walk around the old round oak table, trying pieces for fit. Hour after hour, smoking his hand rolled cigarettes, sipping from his fruit jar of old panther pee, his name for whatever he had in that jar. The rest of us would often stop, try a piece or two as we went by. Once finished, some days later, the puzzle would be left on the table on display, until gramps got a new one. Then, the old was put back in the box and stowed away in a closet.
Well, gramps and I had a little spat about some missing rolling papers and tobacco and he slapped me aside the head. Not hard, mostly playful. So, to get even, I got a handful of pieces from one of gramp's old puzzles and added them to the pile of the puzzle he was currently working on. It took a few days for gramps to discover my trick. What bothered me was, nothing was said. Then, I started finding puzzle pieces in my breakfast oatmeal, in my school lunch sandwiches and other odd places.
Gramps was a crusty old fart. Granny said he spent a number of weekends in jails for drunken brawls, in his prime days. I still have a few photos of him with his beloved teams of draft horses.
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I like your stories Hoppy! :-6
are you southern?? :p
are you southern?? :p
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sunny104;887625 wrote: I like your stories Hoppy! :-6
are you southern?? :p
Thanks. They are just memories of better times. No, not southern. Iowa.
are you southern?? :p
Thanks. They are just memories of better times. No, not southern. Iowa.
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hoppy;887632 wrote: Thanks. They are just memories of better times. No, not southern. Iowa.
you seem southern!
and that is a compliment.
:wah: :-6
you seem southern!
and that is a compliment.
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sunny104;887637 wrote: you seem southern!
and that is a compliment.
:wah: :-6
Thank you again. I knew lots of southern folk. Admired, respected them, and even loved a few of the opposite sex. I found most of them to be friendly and generous.
and that is a compliment.
Thank you again. I knew lots of southern folk. Admired, respected them, and even loved a few of the opposite sex. I found most of them to be friendly and generous.