Because for that much, I would be happy to.
SO, meanwhile, one of the brain surgeons (no pun intended) at the barn the other day was moaning about how “sad” it was that NBA players had games on Xmas day, “surely they would be happier with their families.” Well, let’s review: some of 'em are getting 30k plus per game, then they’ll whup some cuties afterwards, then go to home or hotel for Xmas dinner. Oh yeah, really sad.
Coreene - you owned 30 stables ?!?!?!
s’pose I’d better contribute; I limo-surfed bra-less through downtown Charlotte.
If I remember the Snug Harbor correctly, plenty of romance at the bar, but unless you could fit it in your pocket (and my jeans were always too tight for that), there was no room for romance in the ladies room.
Och, there was plenty of room. My old boyfriend was 6’4" tall and a strapping Vincent D’O type and it was no problem.
Phil Lynott’s pickup line was “Do you have any Irish in you? Do you want any more Irish in you?” Former singer of Thin Lizzy (I used to work for their PR co).
Unintentionally romantic, and years and years ago, ran into a friend of mine that Heidi knows on New Year’s Eve. Was mad about him. Three girlfriends and I went over to the Queen Mary after a concert in Long Beach. We’re in the parking lot and he drove over and I hear this “Coreene!” Walked over, he opens the car door, pulls me in and lays this smackeroooooo on me that I still can feel to this day.
I was doomed after that.
So that doesn’t fall into the Really Romantic category, but it does fall into the Cool Things On New Years category.
…no dancing, no drinking, no flashing (unless you count the mad-dash-to-the-linen-closet-for-a-washcloth-before-anyone-sees-you), no NUTHIN. I have one earring hole in each ear. No tattoos (do riding/horse-related scars count?), no smoking. I am…to quote a friend…“so pure it’s ridiculous.” 
But…BUT…there is this dirty little thing I did when I was 17. It involved the oh-so-fine @$$ of my SCRUMPTIOUS, STRAIGHT dressage/CT trainer (seriously, this man could have modeled underwear for Calvin Klein!) and a camera. 
Uhhhhh. Yeeeaah. I only LOOK sweet and innocent! 
Still have that shot somewhere…but (butt?) it’s MY picture. I don’t randomly share it with people.
Did I include in my confession that I also…ahem…took advantage of a two-way mirror while said trainer was changing clothes? Ohhhhh. Never mind.
~Sara
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Member of the Dirt Divers 78th Airborne Unit, ATH Squadron
Years and years ago, I went to one of the top private schools in New York…you know, the kind that parents kill to get their kids into…well, I took a film making class from a male teacher, and for our field trips, which were many, he would take the class to a fifth avenue screening office where we would screen movies…little did my parents or the school know they were pornagraphic 
I think we were either all too mortified to say anything, or we secretly enjoyed them, so I don’t remember if anyone ever found out…I always thought of contacting the school after the fact, can you imagine the scandal?
“A good horse is never a bad color.” Anonymous
Men playing guitars-I always thought that the look on their face while they did this was probably the same look on their face they would have during sex.
As far as flashing, lets just say I have a bead or two from Mardi Gras.
6’7", 250 lbs., used to play pro football, but photographed here in a steroid-free state.
And as you can tell from the photo, he can’t keep his hands off my ass.
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by BlueGreenBlue:
First concert: Prince, Purple Rain, in Minneapolis.
My rottie (who lives with my ex) used to fart, and whenever she would fart, she would turn around and look at her butt like “what was THAT?” it was hilarious!
>^.,.^<
~~Linda
“My treasures do not clink or glitter; they gleam in the sun and neigh in the night”
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Oh mein goodness! I LOFF Prince.
My friend’s Rottie did that SAME thing!!! 
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<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by drifting cloud:
When I was little (elementary/middle school) I loved to go to the mall because I would go to the 2nd floor and drop things on people who were on the first floor. Usually little balls made of clay or Play-Doh, but sometimes I used gummy bears. I must have been good at this, because I never got caught or got in trouble and I did it a LOT.
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Um… I did this last week. At a two-story bar, with ice! (and I’m 26)
But after reading most of your stories, I am feeling quite inhibited!
I have had my fair share of “experiences” I just have never been caught. Though I still have the scars to prove it! 
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My Best Drunk Story: my bro and I go to a concert in Utrecht in Holland. I was dating one of said band; they were going off to Germany late that night so I went back to stay at my grandma’s that night to go home the next day. I have no idea that the brownies are Those Brownies and have one. Bro and I are totally plastered, race for the last train back to Amersfoort (yes, champagne bottle under my arm). Reeeeeally looping. The guy facing us keeps staring, so I say “HEY! What’s your #%!%ing problem?!”
He says, in English, “You don’t know who I am, do you?” In Dutch I say “No, who cares?” And he says “I’m your cousin Andre’.”
Well that took like four seconds to go around every oom and tante and neef and jichtje in Holland the next day, and my mother (back in Calif) was SO not amused.
I dunno, Matt had an SO- but she was long distance and well, wouldn’t nump…
however I know Hill’s story and I empathize with her. The boy wants out of his relationship (or hes saying that, and we know how they lie…) and feels trapped. but then again, I don’t think I could pass up her bodacious boobies either
I want this thread to never die!
Laura
Nump nump nump nump nump.
I haff sayed this be fore, I be ein German horse und this it be straight from mein mouth.
The power of ‘yes’ is one exercised by women - it’s the equivalent of ‘yes, I’ll go out on a date with you’, ‘yes, I’ll dance with you’, ‘yes, I may nump you’. 
I think the trick of it all is to realize that men are actually quite fragile little beasts, whose minds are easily blown - not unlike a greenie off the track.
I’ve had all sorts of lines thrown my way, including an invitation to pose for Penthouse ( ); thankfully I’ve never had to resort to one myself. I’m like Coreene in this respect, why bother speaking when a big ole smooch speaks volumes.
Has it struck anyone else that horsewomen seem to streak/flash/nump at a greater rate than the general population?
And on that note, let’s bid Coreene’s thread adieu!
First concert: Stephen Stills (before CSN and CSNY)
Great seats.
Our neighbors were so nice. They shared.
My romantic moment…went to a new boyfriend’s house to um, watch movies. It was the middle of winter and he had a leather couch, not really cozy. He gets a blanket and puts it in the dryer, being from Kentucky, I thought the puppy had pissed on it but no…he was just warming it up for me!
One hundred percent of the shots you don’t take, don’t go in
I am a wimp 
I thought it was too hot to ride today (87 in Laguna Niguel). Each pony got a turn out and a shower. I was wearing t-shirt and shorts. Then I took the kiddos swimming at the pool.
All BBers must report to SoCal immediately !!! Life is good!
PSS MrsMouse and elizabeth, it takes real talent to pull off plain vanilla. You have to GOOOOD to do that. The rest of us just baffle 'em with BS 
PS Peggy, I always wanted to be the Evil Chem Professor, I settled for being a bio chemical quantum mechanic
[This message was edited by nhwr on Jan. 05, 2003 at 10:21 PM.]
I have danced on the bar. If I was with Robby and Heidi, we would dance on the bar together.
ok someone has to get under 30%, PLEASE! I am not the BB ho!!
Laura
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