AIDEN AUCTION WINNING OFF TOPIC THREAD: like Seinfeld, it's an OT topic about NOTHING meets Question for Merry

You had to say it didn’t you. Just when I all but erased that repressed memory.

In response to what everyone else has posted…

Been there
Did that
Oh, did that twice
Would like to do that again
Yes I did inhale… more than once

Now for some randomness…

I have resigned myself to the fact that I will never have the bathroom to myself again for the rest of my natural born days.

Believe it or not, I have actually “fire walked” across a bed of hot coals without burning my feet and on purpose. No, I was not inebriated at the time.

And a question…

Why is it that no matter what the color of the load of clothes, the lint in the dryer’s lint catcher always comes out gray?

A dog has one master, a cat has an entire staff.

If you could find carpenter’s at Lowes that looked like Ty from Trading Spaces, I’d go in there wearing a bikini.
Come to think of it… me in a bikini would probably attract the fat guys with chronic plumber butt.

Speaking of dirty cars. Back in college TB dad caught his car on fire when he flicked a cig out the window and it came back in. It happened to ignite the previous 5 years worth of college crap that was in there. (By the way he was on the 7 year plan.)

Spellers of the world untie

No Coreene, I don’t think they were referring to the dimensions of the restrooms

<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Heidi:
Has it struck anyone else that horsewomen seem to streak/flash/nump at a greater rate than the general population?<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

I think it’s because once you’ve cleaned the sheath of a 17-hand gelding or watched a stallion being collected, nothing seems intimidating any more.

As for pick-up lines, I am more of a stealth hunter: I set my sights, quietly annihilate the competition and move directly in for the kill. Just ask Mr. Merry.

The tricky ones were always the shy guys. It was like coaxing a squirrel out of an oak tree by laying out a line of acorns and then waiting very, very quietly for him to take a nibble.

74% pure!

visit www.victorianfarms.com

Worst pickup line: “Are they real?”

Yes. People ask. Regularly. Then follows the EVEN BETTER line: “Can I touch them?”

UMMMMM, NO!!!

I hate Moriah, and Christina. LOVE J-Lo and Britney. Wish Whitney would stop lying and get to rehab.

EMPLOYED!!! Finally!! I started at Cosi and didn’t spill anything on anyone (yet), Dupont North for all you VA/MD/DC’ers

Favorite souvenir: ashtray lifted from restaurant in London when I was a senior in high school. I did not do the lifting - dad and stepmother did, mortifying said senior. Oh, the disgusted looks I threw! Imagine, then, finding it wrapped up under the Christmas tree for me!

Here’s one (prompted by the Mariah and other shriekers discussion): when did you know you had to dump him? For me, it was sitting in the back seat when the “I will always love you” Whitney thing came on, and he started making significant eye contact. To quote Heineken, EEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Miss Perfect:

Me too!! Good ol’ Hogs and Heffers! I believe my (tiny) bra is still hanging on the wall there.
Two days after leaving my first husband, I visited my brother in New York to blow off some steam - and boy, did I! The tattooed, raccoon eyed, bull horn wielding bartener pointed to me and said “Your cool!” and all my drinks were free from then on.
Up until that shining moment of glory, I had lived my life like the good girl that I was raised to be. My poor brother could only shake his head in disbelief. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

so I’m thinking this “Miss Perfect” name is a play on words??? That’s OK…my nickname at the office is “the little princess” though I chose NOT to use that for my screename!

Yes we visited Hogs & Heiffers but that wasn’t where I danced on the bar…it was actually AT the Coyote Ugly which is a few blocks away (Yes there REALLY IS a bar named that and a few of us were afraid to go in at the time!) But then the men were swayed when they offered free shots of wild turkey in the form of a body shot from the bartender to new customers–I admit I DECLINED that offer!

<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>And now back to our regularly scheduled raunchiness!<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Mrs. Mouse, thank you for the most excellent cue! This thread has inspired me to take my flashing beyond Lowe’s. Earlier this very evening, I flashed Mr. Cloud in the grocery store. There was no one else in my aisle at the time, but there was a very loud family with several kids in the next aisle. When Mr. Cloud saw me, he blushed and turned around very quickly. Then he was very distracted and couldn’t concentrate on the kind bacon he wanted.
I didn’t notice when I did my flashing that I was RIGHT UNDER a security camera. Oh well. Mr. Cloud says I am going to end up on the Internet on one of those exhibitionist websites.

“You’re only young once, but you can be immature forever!”

Thats always been my theory. I have dresses in my closet that I’ve had to throw parties to wear!!!

Stripping, flashing, dancing…guilty.

EMPLOYED!!! Finally!! I started at Cosi and didn’t spill anything on anyone (yet), Dupont North for all you VA/MD/DC’ers

Why am I not surprised that the men in your office already knew about it…it seems that ALL men know about it, and hide it away like some dirty little secret.

I found out about it from a friend who worked at Disneyland. He said that it was amazing how many photos had to be deleted when they were screened.

What if the Hokey Pokey IS what its all about?

It is no big deal for classmates to have gone to school with sons/daughters of congressmen, senators, judges and Presidents.

How many can brag that their father went to school with Bozo the Clown? That’s right! Auntie Pat, the CBS (computer brilliant sister) and ETBW’s father was in GW high school with Willard Scott!

ETBW had a brief relationship with a former manager of the Key Theatre who was VERY old and went to school with Jim Morrison and actually remembers being at Woodstock.

<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR> I, too, have jumped double, bareback, and sans helmet <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> One particularly memorable moment in our teen years invoved a slow jog down the parental drive on my white Arab/TW albino mare (Whisper) bareback with Auntie Pat up behind me.

Approaching the nice 4x4 post 3’3’ “hitching post” that our father had installed at the end of the driveway, I inquired of Auntie Pat

“Want to have a sliding stop?”

Auntie Pat - “Uh, huh?”

Drop the reins and let the mare continue jogging straight to the hitching post.

UP and OVER, neither of us helmeted, prepared or holding on. Safe landing, that walking horse blood was daggoned smooth and the mare sure could jump!

(Auntie Pat’s version is sure to be slightly skewed from mine - ignore her.)

Friendship is Love without his wings
-Lord Byron

Oh, Heidi, anduhmmm. . . yeah. . .

A friend of mine wants to know how you pulled that off. You know, going from FBs to something serious. That is a hard transition to make.

Were you REGULAR FBs (e.g. did you hang out a lot)? How did it all happen? Didja just wake up one day and really like each other? . . . my friend wants to know!

scary enough thats a bad pic. he has no idea hes even close to attractive. Never seen the boy look in a mirror other than to put in his contacts or pick something out of his teeth., he likes horsies too. I can’t get him on one but he can’t get me on his motorcycle either. So we just oggle each other.

hehe.

Laura

mattbike2.jpg

ARgh I can’t upload the pic and I can’t figure out how to get mine to look like the old format again!! BLECK

ps I owned leg-warmers . . . . .but I was a ballet dancer

I’ve danced on a bar, and with a pole. Yes. I had done some serious drinking each time. Yes, there has been more then one time.

I have flashed a couple of people. See above for explanation.

A couple of nights ago I had a dream that I was eating an apple. So I did what any sleeping person would do while dreaming about eating an apple. I bit my husband.

Last night I saw the second LOTR movie, which I loved. I also loved Shadowfax. Apparently I was trying to learn how to whistle in my sleep last night. Hubby was not amused. He’d be even less amused if I asked for Aragon.

I finally named my kitten. It only took two months. Her name is Biscuit.

I hate ironing.

Someone is actually going to pay me money to cook food for them and 28 guests

I am terrified of roaches.

I cannot sit still for the life of me.

Last week I sprinkled edible glitter on my dog’s head just to annoy my husband.

I bought new sheets today.

And I still refuse to admit I’m 30. I am 29 and 15 months today.

‘Bother!’ said Pooh, as he uncovered a hive of Smurfs.

???

I don’t really remember my first concert, but I think it was Billy Idol. The Cult opened for him. Other memorable concerts from that era were Billy Joel and INXS (Ziggy Marley opened…he was cool!).

Merlin, I laughed so hard at your Mastiff story that I had tears in my eyes!

“You’re only young once, but you can be immature forever!”

I have been out of town with only a laptop for surfing. I am such a poor typist on laptops that only made what considered to be emergency posts.

But I could wait to get home for what has turned into a true confessions thread. Here goes…

First off I grew up in Marin County in the 60’s and 70’s, so for some this you can use you imagination

I learned to ride at a stable calle C Bar N Stables in Novato, CA. The Grateful Dead live there in a commune at the time. I almost ran down Jerry Garcia (well he spoked my horse), one time. I used to baby sit for Dan Hicks’s kids (of Dan Hicks and the Hot Licks fame, if you know that band, I think you are cool). I smoked “oregano” with Neil Young on the San Rafael courthouse lawn a couple of times and yes I inhaled. I was in a play with Johny Keyes at College of Marin (clothes on at all times).

Numping in odd places? Are there any places that are odd to nump? The Renaissance Faire originated in Marin County in the mid 60’s you got in free in you were in costume and rode a horse. "Twas the site of my first nump while my horse waited patiently tied to a tree. And Coreene, regarding the Snug Harbor… How do you think the place got it’s name? Ah, those were the daze…

Not too big on showing pink parts (if it isn’t Mardi Gras and I am north of the Mason Dixon Line), but I think anytime you go swimming after sunset, I think bathing suits are optional.