Tell us your best story. Your best day, the wildest thing you've seen, an event in your life.
I'm looking for the story that defines your life, the one you'd tell your grandkids around a campfire, the one you and your old friends re-tell half a box of beer into a night.
Tell us about the time you saw your dad kill a bear with his case knife, the day you won the lottery, the turd that was born with your child, the day your grandpa took you fishing.....good, bad, ugly. Your best story.
The only rule, it has to be true to the best of your memory. Go. [Reply]
Freshman year was Shangri-La, looking back. We were assigned a 4 person corner room. Which was about the size of 3 2-person rooms, so we already had a square footage advantage.
We proceeded to move the bunk beds to one corner and put a partition between them so we could place them side-by-side. The other side we filled with a fooseball table, couches, and entertainment center [something relatively unknown, even in homes, in 1989-90].
Then the mother lode. The liquor store in town went out of business and had a 75% off sale. We must have bought and squirreled away $200 in top shelf liquor, regularly priced $800. Never got crazy, just a nice place to get pleasantly buzzed and either play cards, play fooseball or watch a movie in surround sound [Oooohhhh!!] The way the room was situated, RAs couldn't see in to where we 'recreated' on the far side of the room, so we could 'recreate' in relative peace.
The closest we got to trouble was when someone pulled the fire alarm, and mysteriously, there we were with our girlfriends in t-shirts standing next to us on the sidewalk. But even then, it was just a sideways glance from the RAs.
I'm still deadly shooting from the back two in fooseball. [Reply]
Originally Posted by Baby Lee:
1, The first thing I said, I just said, with my own brain and fingers.
2. I have a few persistent antagonists who apparently take my every pop culture reference as an affront to CP decorum. So I thought you were needling me [like 'what's that, one of your smart mouthed movies lines, movie boy?']
3. In response I needled you back, knowing; 1) you're a wrestler, 2) you write long posts, 3) Foxcatcher is boring, and 4) referring back to my movie reference reputation.
Originally Posted by Pasta Giant Meatball:
Tell us a story Rausch
My top 2 I'll only tell in person.
No. 3 was (somewhat) witnessed by another planeteer.
Over a 3 day period I got drunk with Otho from the Bettlejuice movie, got drunk with (one of my ****ing idols) Tom Savini and a Canadian official trying to get a mission to Mars funded, met and had a about a 10 minute conversation with Peter David (IMHO the best comix writer out there,) watched David Carradine's drunk ass get thrown out of a bar I was in (violently,) and hung out with a vacationing hooker who I milked for every bit of information she would give.
Looking back I was young and horribly selfish. This man gave me a key to a door that opened a world I would never have had access to. My only point to being there was to help Misplaced Chiefs Fan do his thing. Instead I went full on Raush mode and accomplished little other than pissing him off. Likely forever.
That said I could type a ****ing novella about the few days I had in Atlanta and it would likely not scratch the surface. This was a Hunter S. Thompson experience if there ever was one and I feel a burning urge to put it to paper every time I touch the keyboard. There is absolutely no way I could ever repay the man for the 3 day stretch of insanity he allowed me.
In fact he sent me pics later to...clarify events I didn't even remember that just added to the moment.
So I will take this moment to thank you, as a grey-beard now, for making the mistake of allowing me to come with you and have the best 3 day stretch of my life... [Reply]
I grew up in Louisburg Ks, there was big 2 acre farm pond out in the country we called Lake 5. My brother and I along with several of our friends had either dirt bikes or smaller street bikes at the ripe old age of 13 to 17. We the county well and would travel the countryside on our bikes by way of the county gravel roads. At times finding ourselves up to 30 miles from home at the other end of the county.
Several of us had girlfriends and since I was the oldest I had a girlfriend a year older than me that would get her parents car. Sometimes we would all meet up at Lake 5 for our own crazy times. At times either the girls or the boys would have the pond just to ourselves. It was a semi secluded place, a good 1/4 mile back in the field, only visible by one side of the 2 county roads leading to the property.
One day we thought we had the pond to ourselves. These crazy bitches sneaked up to within a 100 yards of the pond from the west and surprised us. This is the entrance that is covered well so you can not see anybody coming in until they get right up on top of you. They are just giggling so we're thinking come girls, jump in just like the many times you have done before.
Here we were, 8 of us out there on a hot summer day, taking a dip before the girls showed up, not knowing they would be there.Not wanting to get our clothes wet, we all stripped down and jumped in. Lake 5 had a long deck that extended out in the water 25 yards with a diving board on it. Once in the water, you can not see anything to the west except the deck. You can only see the road to the north if you are on the far east end of the pond.
So here they are, laughing at us, giggling as we are expecting them to just jump in. Instead they just grabbed our clothes and left, hit the fucking road laughing their ass's off at us. So now what, Here we are STRANDED, at Lake 5 in our birthday suits and motor bikes, 6 miles from home.
Now, being as my dad was well know in the county, hauling grain & livestock to the market for many farmers and my uncle is the Chief of Police in Louisburg, we were a group of boys that are well known as well. But being young, dumb and naive with little common sense at the time, we jumped out of the water, got on the bikes to attempting chase them down. They left us our helmets & shoes along with a bruised and humiliated ego. So here we go streaking through the countryside for about an hour, dusty roads, pissed off, chasing a car that we are not going to catch. Finally we just gave up, each man is on his own getting home with his glory exposed.
Half of us lived in the country while the other half, myself, my brother and 2 friends from town that rode on the back of our bikes. The family rule ( from my Dad & Uncle ) was not to ride the bikes in the city since my uncle was the Chief of Police. It was 1.5 miles from our side of town to the city limits. Most city folks knew us since the town small, maybe 1000 people at best. We always had to walk the bikes 1.5 miles both ways every time we went for a ride. :-) On No Freaking Way this time, we had already spent an hour chasing these bitches through the countryside to no avail. We had those bikes screaming through country not stopping at any stop signs any where. I wasn't planning on walking that freaking bike home, I'm riding that bitch to the house as fast as I can.
We make it to just short of the city limits thinking we were OK, nobody has saw us, we never got caught, almost home with the toughest stretch coming up .... within the city limits! :-) Now how in the hell are we going to make that 1.5 miles through the city without getting caught?:-) I'm going for it, I can do this, even with my naked friend on back with my brother and his friend chasing.
Now little did we know that the county sheriff department gotten a few complaints of kids riding around the countryside naked. They had descriptions of the bikes and a couple of them even said it was us since they knew us through my dad. ( Yeah, you can see what's coming now ) So we don't know that the sheriff and my uncle are aware of the events taking place.
But here we are still thinking we have a chance to somehow get home as we are approaching the city limits of Louisburg. Awaiting 1/2 mile from the city limits is my dear old uncle. Unaware that the girls surprisingly drove back to town and gave him our clothes. He busted out laughing so hard about it he decided to meet us outside of town knowing which way we traveled in and out of town. The good thing was he never told the county sheriff department about it.
We still had to walk our bikes through town back home. But hey, at least we had our clothes on. My uncle told us he knew it was us before the girls gave him our clothes since we had told him once before we would go skinny dipping with the girls out there and he figured that they must of took our clothes. My brother and I, along with 6 of our friends had to face our parents about it that night.
Lesson learned ...... Never let your guard down and don't trust a bunch of crazy girls. [Reply]
