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Post by badbrad on Feb 19, 2020 19:12:29 GMT -6
No judgement. We are all human. Tell us stories on the dumb shit you have done in the past. Dumb stories on what you did today. Old pictures. New pictures. Whatever. Let us not laugh at you. Let us laugh with you. I'll start. Young dumb full of cum right there. Circa 1995
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Post by benmnwi on Feb 19, 2020 19:13:39 GMT -6
Is that a cavalier?
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Post by badbrad on Feb 19, 2020 19:17:43 GMT -6
A mother fucking pimped out cavalier at that. 😂😂😂
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Post by benmnwi on Feb 19, 2020 19:20:34 GMT -6
Ha- that's what threw me off. I've never seen a cavalier with aftermarket accessories like that.
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Post by batman on Feb 19, 2020 19:40:19 GMT -6
I have nothing.
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Post by MoBuckChaser on Feb 19, 2020 19:56:13 GMT -6
Where do I fucking start....LOL
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Post by MoBuckChaser on Feb 19, 2020 20:03:24 GMT -6
Here goes: One night I was in the Brooklyn Park MN jail. Was sitting there on a long bench hand cuffed to the wall waiting to be processed for about 4 hours. I was getting hungry and asked one on the jailers if I could get something to eat. He said sure, got pizza coming in a few minutes. I though great, finally will get some food. About 25 minutes later pizza showed up. They set it on the bench about 10' away from me, every jailer that came by grabbed a piece until it was gone.
It was there way of saying fuck you, don't come back here.....Cock Suckers!
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Post by badbrad on Feb 19, 2020 20:10:31 GMT -6
The guy who says he has nothing actually has more than Mo.
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Post by badbrad on Feb 19, 2020 20:11:45 GMT -6
Ha- that's what threw me off. I've never seen a cavalier with aftermarket accessories like that. Yeah. Young and dumb. And lot more. And thought that was somehow awesome to do ?? Jesus
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Post by MoBuckChaser on Feb 19, 2020 20:11:48 GMT -6
The guy who says he has nothing actually has more than Mo. FACT!
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Post by badbrad on Feb 19, 2020 20:13:50 GMT -6
Here goes: One night I was in the Brooklyn Park MN jail. Was sitting there on a long bench hand cuffed to the wall waiting to be processed for about 4 hours. I was getting hungry and asked one on the jailers if I could get something to eat. He said sure, got pizza coming in a few minutes. I though great, finally will get some food. About 25 minutes later pizza showed up. They set it on the bench about 10' away from me, every jailer that came by grabbed a piece until it was gone. It was there way of saying fuck you, don't come back here.....Cock Suckers! Nobody asked you to do dumb shit to get a piece of pizza. They were not thinking. Desperate man might of provided some entertainment. Anyways. What were you in for ?
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Post by MoBuckChaser on Feb 19, 2020 20:15:22 GMT -6
Here goes: One night I was in the Brooklyn Park MN jail. Was sitting there on a long bench hand cuffed to the wall waiting to be processed for about 4 hours. I was getting hungry and asked one on the jailers if I could get something to eat. He said sure, got pizza coming in a few minutes. I though great, finally will get some food. About 25 minutes later pizza showed up. They set it on the bench about 10' away from me, every jailer that came by grabbed a piece until it was gone. It was there way of saying fuck you, don't come back here.....Cock Suckers! Nobody asked you to do dumb shit to get a piece of pizza. They were not thinking. Desperate man might of provided some entertainment. Anyways. What were you in for ? Drinking in a burger king.....
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Post by Foggy on Feb 19, 2020 22:42:10 GMT -6
After the movie the Film-Flam Man......it became "fashionable" to take a ride on the rail-road tracks with your car. Sometimes we would let a little air out.....but most often if you had wide oval tires you could just ride the tracks very nicely with those wide tires. The secret was to not go too fast and dont steer.....just let the car ride the tracks. If you went much over thirty MPH....the car would start to rock.....and would go off the tracks. Bad news. We did this for a few years......and late one night we came off the tracks in the middle of a tressle.....a few miles east of town. Spooky situation. My friend and I had dates.....and were drunker than a dozen sailors. But we managed to get to the jack.....get MY car back on the tracks and get rolling again....without falling off that tressle. Bastard was a narrow thing too. After that we pretty much swore off riding on the tracks for many years. One night (after I was married) we went back to my home town.....and I was living in Minneapolis. We met up with two other couples and were planning to to go to the outdoor movies.....and drink a few beers. It was still pretty light out.....and we got to talking about the old days. Two of the three of us had the experience of getting my car back on the tracks.....and the other guy didnt believe us. So......we had to show him. We went to the edge of town.......to an area known as "The Cut" on the rail road tracks......as its cut into the ground and curves up and out of town.....with high banks on either side of the tracks. We had six people in a two door car (my Chevelle) and we got it up on the tracks at a little used interaction. We were only going to go about a mile along this sweeping curve through the cut.....and we were quite sure their would be no trains on sat evening. We had previously learned that those tracks were pretty high and you could easily get a low car hung up on the tracks. Anyway......we were just underway about half way to our destination intersection......and going into a wide sweeping curve.....WHEN WE ALL SAW THIS BRIGHT LIGHT COMONG AT US. No way I could get everyone out of the car.....and no way to get off the tracks without getting to the intersection I could see about 1/4 mile away. At the speed we were traveling.....the car would surely get hung up on the tracks. I pressed the go pedal as much as I could and gripped the steering wheel as I knew I had to steer the car at these speeds or it would come of the tracks. I suppose I got up to about 80 MPH and the train was perhaps 25 yards away.......and there was no way I could make it to the intersection. Nobody ever spoke a word. I made the car swerve violently to the left and we tried to scale the big embankment.....and came to a skidding stop just a few feet off the tracks......with the engineer sounding his horn. We were all afraid the car would tip over back onto the tracks.....but it didnt. The train went by......we carefully slid out of the car......pushed the front end around......and drove about 100 yards to the intersection where we were headed. Nobody spoke to me for the rest of the night.....including my wife. The underside of the car was really beat up and bent much of the suspension. I sold that car a few weeks later and was so glad to see it go down the road. We all lived......and I will never drive the rails again. . About as close to coming to die as I have ever been. Lucky that night. FORE!
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Post by Tooln on Feb 19, 2020 23:42:21 GMT -6
Surprised you had a wife after that one.
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Post by Tooln on Feb 20, 2020 0:25:52 GMT -6
17 years old living at home on the farm. Saturday afternoon my day off. A buddy calls me up to come to TP inn. It a bar 1 mile east of town and the farm was 1 mile west of town. His brothers horseshoe team was having a party. So I jump on the cycle as it was hotter than fuck that day. We pitched some shoes and got our ass's kick from guys who threw on league so we head into the bar to shoot pool and drink. Was there for 3-4 hours slamming them down. Decided it was time to head home so I walked out of the air conditioner bar to the HOT outside. Took 2 steps and went down. Got back up and went back inside and had a few cokes to sober up some. Tried again after half hour or so. Down again I went. One of the other guys dragged my ass in and laid me in the corner. Don't know how long I laid there but when I got up I figured I'd try it one more time. I stayed on my feet this time. So I walked around and figured I was good to drive the cycle home. I went back inside and asked my buddy to follow me home. When I got there I got off the bike and walked away and heard a crash. There it was laying on its side, I forgot to put the kickstand down. I left it laying there went inside and passed out on the bedroom floor. The next day my buddy called and told me I went through town 60 mph and never stopped at the one stop sign along the way. I also had to buck the baler that day as the old man didn't have a thrower. I puked my guts out all day long and my old man laughed his ass off. That day I swore off drinking and driving on 2 wheels. Wasn't till I was in my late 40's where I'd have a drink or 2 while on 2 wheels. I consider myself luck to be alive.
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