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| apple | Jul 23 2005, 04:12 PM Post #1 |
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one of the angels
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I had a datsun in my twenties. It was already old when I got it ,and one day while driving the 20 miles to the airport, the straps holding my muffler onto the bottom of the car broke. So I pulled over, took off my bra and tied the muffler back up. I never wore a bra back then so I didn't realize that mine was missing.. or i assumed it was lost in the abyss of my apartment. The next year I took my car in to get the cv joints or something fixed and talked with the mechanics who were amazed that bras were so sturdy and could last so long under duress, and who all gathered around to gawk at the woman who fixed her car with a bra. you have any silly stories to share? |
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| pianojerome | Jul 23 2005, 05:11 PM Post #2 |
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HOLY CARP!!!
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![]() When I was in 10th grade, I took a U.S. History course with a veteran for a teacher. One day, the teacher was telling us all about one of his particularly difficult training days, when they were practicing throwing real grenades. They would throw the grenade and then jump into a trench. He recalled that there was this one wimpy guy who couldn't throw the grenade very far, and one day he actually threw a grenade into his own trench. The general (or whatever you call the leader there) immediately jumped the guy, dragging him into a nearby trench (not the one with the grenade in it), just before the grenade exploded. So I raised my hand, and said, "Wow! Sounds like he had a blast." I got a few chuckles. A few minutes later, we were watching a film. The teacher snuck up behind me and gave me this real hard smack on the back. The sound of that smack could have easily woken up anyone sleeping in the back of the room. So could've the ensuing laughter. That really hurt, too. But I think it was worth it.
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| pianojerome | Jul 23 2005, 07:03 PM Post #3 |
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HOLY CARP!!!
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As the story is told, a good friend of mine (when he was in 4th grade) was once confronted in the bathroom by a bully. "Hey, you wanna fight?!" taunted the bully. "I'd rather dance!" replied my friend, and he started to dance. The bully just shook his head and walked away. |
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| dolmansaxlil | Jul 23 2005, 07:17 PM Post #4 |
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HOLY CARP!!!
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When I was in my first year of university, I had to take the required lighting course. On the second day, we had to climb the wheeled A-frame ladder that was 20 feet tall with an 8 foot extension. We had to climb the ladder, climb the extension, swing our leg up over the top of the extension, lock our feet around the rungs and the the four people spotting the ladder at the bottom rolled us across the stage to the next lamp. When we got there, we had to use both hands to focus the instrument to the specs given by the instructor. I'm deathly afraid of heights. I sat on the stage, watching 11 classmates go up before me getting more and more freaked out. Finally, the instructor looked around and said "Well is that everyone?" My classmates looked at me. "C'mon Sharon" I walked over to him and said "Sholem, I don't think I can do it. I'm deathly afraid of heights." "All you have to do is try. If you get part way up and can't do it, just climb down. But you have to try." Well, by this time there were 20 guys standing on the fly rail, waiting to load in the current show. They were all watching the first years, making stupid comments. I'm incredibly stubborn. NO WAY was I going to get part way up that ladder and stop and come down. So I climbed it. I got to the top and stopped. "Just swing your right leg over the top of the ladder!" Ugh. So I did that. Then they rolled me about 15 feet across the stage to the next lamp. I let go with both hands, and was shaking so hard I dropped my wrench three times (luckily, we wore them on a lanyard for that reason). I focused the lamp. Sholem was kind and made it a quick focus. I climbed back down the ladder, and by the time I got to the bottom, I was almost hyperventilating and my whole body was shaking. My friend Sean, who was spotting the ladder on the side I climbed down grabbed me and hugged me when I got to the bottom, and refused to let me go for about 5 minutes because he was afraid I was going to fall over if he wasn't supporting me. He was probably right. But damnit, I climbed the stupid thing. And when we had to do a lighting hand in the studio theatre on the 15 foot grid, I was able to stand on the 10 foot a frame without panicing. Considering I don't like to get on a chair to change a lightbulb, that was huge for me. I ended up getting an A in the class. But in my exit interview, Sholem told me that even though I fulfilled all the technical requirements of the course, that he would only give me an A on the grounds that I never, EVER tried to take Lighting II or become a lighting tech. I eagerly agreed and accepted my A. |
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"Your first 10,000 photographs are your worst." ~ Henri Cartier-Bresson My Flickr Photostream | |
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| kentcouncil | Jul 24 2005, 12:05 AM Post #5 |
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Fulla-Carp
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When I was living in London, I went to spend a rainy afternoon in my favorite bookstore. I settled down into a chair and dropped my heavy backpack to the floor, but I misjudged its weight and wrenched my left shoulder a bit. I started to rub it when I felt two hands settle on my shoulders and start giving me a really expert massage. In my surprise and enjoyment, I found it difficult to speak. I turned around to see who it was, and saw a petite, young, dark-haired woman I didn't recognize. I did manage to murmur "Thank you very much" and saw her smile, before I leaned forward and closed my eyes, as I felt so relaxed I was almost falling asleep. She worked on my neck and shoulders for about ten minutes, and then patted me twice gently on the back of my head. When I stirred after a few seconds to look at her, she was gone. I searched throughout the store, but didn't see her again, that day or for the rest of the time I was in London. It was the oddest, yet one of the kindest, favors I have ever received. I still wish I could introduced myself, found out what her name was, and expressed my gratitude properly, though I have to admit that the air of mystery about her does make the memory rather appealing to me. I still think of her; in fact, when I heard about the London bombings, along with my other friends and acquaintances in the city, I was hoping she was safe as well. |
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It was a confusion of ideas between him and one of the lions he was hunting in Kenya that had caused A. B. Spottsworth to make the obituary column. He thought the lion was dead, and the lion thought it wasn't. - P.G. Wodehouse | |
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| FrankM | Jul 24 2005, 05:42 AM Post #6 |
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Senior Carp
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This is from my late teens. It was my first date with a slightly older girl I really wanted to impress with my suaveness and sophistication. So I took her rowing with the intended destination being a little island located in the middle of the lake. I had packed a picnic lunch, including a tablecloth, fine bottle of wine, etc. -- the full trappings for an idyllic romantic scene. When we arrived at the island, I looked down into the water and judged it was shallow enough to jump overboard and pull the boat the remaining few feet to shore. So I carefully rolled up my pants to just below my knees and jumped overboard. ... The water was up to my chin. aftermath: we both laughed hysterically and had a good time the rest of the day. But the romantic mood was definitely broken. So it wasn’t exactly the good time I had envisioned. |
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| dolmansaxlil | Jul 24 2005, 07:08 AM Post #7 |
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HOLY CARP!!!
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Dear Penthouse Forum, I never would have believed this if it hadn't happened to me, but...
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| ivorythumper | Jul 24 2005, 08:33 AM Post #8 |
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I am so adjective that I verb nouns!
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| Jack Frost | Jul 24 2005, 05:31 PM Post #9 |
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Bull-Carp
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I am sure I have some stories to share and will do so some time later....but I am kind of stuck on the image of Apple's bra and can't get past that at the moment....later.... jf |
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| kentcouncil | Jul 24 2005, 05:52 PM Post #10 |
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Fulla-Carp
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"When will you two realize that your most fevered fantasies are no match for my reality?" (Charles Emerson Winchester III, M*A*S*H) Seriously, I'm not sure how anyone could construe my account as erotic... my life is more fodder for "Reader's Digest" than "Penthouse"... however, in your two cases... I suspect Steve must still be in "honeymoon mode" (what that poor sweet girl sees in you I don't know, but after seeing your picture I suspect it's because you must be extremely wealthy )... and Sharon, I know that you are ALWAYS turned on...
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It was a confusion of ideas between him and one of the lions he was hunting in Kenya that had caused A. B. Spottsworth to make the obituary column. He thought the lion was dead, and the lion thought it wasn't. - P.G. Wodehouse | |
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| dolmansaxlil | Jul 24 2005, 06:05 PM Post #11 |
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LOL!
Read up til that point. After that, you can take it to Readers Digest, but until then it seemed like you might be going somewhere else!
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| NAK-1.0 | Jul 24 2005, 07:05 PM Post #12 |
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Today my computer kept crashing, I hurt my hand at the piano, somebody messed up the laundry, I spent 10 hours looking for a video I didn't have, and I couldn't get ahold of my parents. So I drank some vodka. (Actually, I just wrote "vodka" on the side of a bottle of water.) Then I got ticked when I realized it wasn't vodka, so I deleted all of my personal emails - along with a good portion of my mp3 collection - and erased the rollback point on my computer. ![]() But I got a blizzard from DQ 10 minutes ago. Life is good.
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| pianojerome | Jul 24 2005, 07:24 PM Post #13 |
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HOLY CARP!!!
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Is that why your avatar is naked? |
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| NAK-1.0 | Jul 24 2005, 07:30 PM Post #14 |
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Senior Carp
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| kentcouncil | Jul 24 2005, 08:07 PM Post #15 |
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Fulla-Carp
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Ha! You would think that! Then again, while reading your story, I kept waiting for the part where you took off all your clothes to allow yourself to get a better grip on the ladder... alas, it never happened.
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| Fizzygirl | Jul 25 2005, 04:59 PM Post #16 |
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Fulla-Carp
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Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose. ~ Garrison Keillor My latest videos. | |
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| David Burton | Jul 25 2005, 07:12 PM Post #17 |
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Senior Carp
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LOL, that's a wonderful story apple. |
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| apple | Jul 25 2005, 07:20 PM Post #18 |
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one of the angels
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why thank you...
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| pianojerome | Jul 25 2005, 08:00 PM Post #19 |
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HOLY CARP!!!
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Indeed. Bra-vo, Mary! |
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