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Post by badbrad on Feb 21, 2020 13:09:16 GMT -6
Regarding the embarrassing story or picture topic, I'm very lucky that my really dumb/embarrassing activities took place before everyone had a phone in their pocket that can immediately take pictures or videos of any dumb thing done. 20 years ago you could be a complete idiot and totally deny everything the next day since there was no proof. Well now you can write about them here.
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Post by badbrad on Feb 21, 2020 13:10:12 GMT -6
I am the opposite when it comes to IPAs. I will start with one and then thats it. If I have had a few other drinks then IPAs are too much. If I am just starting out they are good.
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Post by terrifictom on Feb 21, 2020 14:48:05 GMT -6
This happened about 20 years ago. I went down to Texas with my wife and son to visit my brother and his family for Christmas. My bother who managed and lived on a 19,000 acre hunting ranch in South Texas took me out to hunt Nilgai Antelope. I ended up shooting a nice bull. After field dressing I asked my brother how we were going to get it back to camp. This thing still weighed 400 pounds plus. My brother said that what they do is spin the back tires down to axle, it is all sand down there. He than said that the 2 of us should be able to drag it onto the bed of the pickup. My wife and son were watching us. Well we got the head of the bull up on to tailgate and the bull was not moving much. My brother said that he and I needed to give it one more pull on 3 and it would slide into the bed. Well on 3 we both pulled with all we had. Unknown to us under the rubber mat that was on the bed of truck bed was slime and old blood. Well with that pull the bull came up with the mat sliding out from our feet landing right on top of me. My brother and my head collided knocking our hats sideways and bending my glasses. So here I am with a bloody Nilgai on top of me with my hat on sideways and bent glasses. My brother managed to get out. My wife and son are laughing their asses off along with taking pictures and I can't do a thing. Finally after a while they rolled the Nilgai off me. I looked like I had been shot and field dressed. When I got back to camp every one in camp had a good laugh on me when we told them what had happened.
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Post by biglakebass on Feb 21, 2020 15:11:00 GMT -6
goddam, cell phone would have been PERFECT for that event!
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Post by terrifictom on Feb 21, 2020 15:25:14 GMT -6
goddam, cell phone would have been PERFECT for that event! In my case I am glad they weren't around yet.
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Post by Catscratch on Feb 21, 2020 15:43:06 GMT -6
Sitting on the dash of a racecar tuning it (no hood, no windshield), had my feet on either fenderwell, straddling the engine, looking down at the carb as I flipped the throttle to rev it after making adjustments. She backfired a mushroom cloud ball of flame and burned my eyebrows, eyelashes, and all hair not protected by my hat completely off. My wife was sitting in a lawn chair drinking beer while I was doing my redneck thing. When I could finally squint my eyes open and see through the wall of smoke that my face was producing she was pointing and laughing so hard she could hardly ask if I was ok.
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Post by sd51555 on Feb 21, 2020 22:05:40 GMT -6
I used to have this thing for rippin a loud fart at the urinal in a bar bathroom. Guys don't talk at the trough. You just don't do it, or make eye contact. So there is this perfect silence just waiting to be broken. One time I pushed really hard and let'er rip. I immediately said, "Ah f*ck." Guy next to me did look over and just said, "Sorry man..."
I had to duck walk 8 blocks home, throw my clothes in the dumpster, shower, and head back out again. I can about imagine the dude telling that story when he walked outta there.
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Post by Foggy on Feb 21, 2020 22:08:23 GMT -6
I used to have this thing for rippin a loud fart at the urinal in a bar bathroom. Guys don't talk at the trough. You just don't do it, or make eye contact. So there is this perfect silence just waiting to be broken. One time I pushed really hard and let'er rip. I immediately said, "Ah f*ck." Guy next to me did look over and just said, "Sorry man..." I had to duck walk 8 blocks home, throw my clothes in the dumpster, shower, and head back out again. I can about imagine the dude telling that story when he walked outta there. Ewwwwww. That's disgusting. You could at least have carried your bucket with you!
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Post by Sandbur on Feb 21, 2020 22:14:46 GMT -6
I used to have this thing for rippin a loud fart at the urinal in a bar bathroom. Guys don't talk at the trough. You just don't do it, or make eye contact. So there is this perfect silence just waiting to be broken. One time I pushed really hard and let'er rip. I immediately said, "Ah f*ck." Guy next to me did look over and just said, "Sorry man..." I had to duck walk 8 blocks home, throw my clothes in the dumpster, shower, and head back out again. I can about imagine the dude telling that story when he walked outta there. I heard, well know, of a young vet that was working over in Tooln’s area about 40 years ago. He drank some home made sauerkraut juice for supper. Well, in those days, the vet would treat a cow for milk fever and grab her by the tail to help her get up. He asked the farmer if he had an outhouse and the farmer said treat the cow first and then you can go in the house. Don’t try and lift a cow by the tail under those circumstances. Soon after the milk truck driver arrived and he asked what the young vet was doing out in the cow yard. Farmer said he shit his pants and was throwing them in the manure pile. Nothing like this spreads the news of a new vet in the community!
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Post by Foggy on Feb 21, 2020 22:52:12 GMT -6
I used to have this thing for rippin a loud fart at the urinal in a bar bathroom. Guys don't talk at the trough. You just don't do it, or make eye contact. So there is this perfect silence just waiting to be broken. One time I pushed really hard and let'er rip. I immediately said, "Ah f*ck." Guy next to me did look over and just said, "Sorry man..." I had to duck walk 8 blocks home, throw my clothes in the dumpster, shower, and head back out again. I can about imagine the dude telling that story when he walked outta there. I heard, well know, of a young vet that was working over in Tooln’s area about 40 years ago. He drank some home made sauerkraut juice for supper. Well, in those days, the vet would treat a cow for milk fever and grab her by the tail to help her get up. He asked the farmer if he had an outhouse and the farmer said treat the cow first and then you can go in the house. Don’t try and lift a cow by the tail under those circumstances. Soon after the milk truck driver arrived and he asked what the young vet was doing out in the cow yard. Farmer said he shit his pants and was throwing them in the manure pile. Nothing like this spreads the news of a new vet in the community! .....and this is why you moved to Royalton? .
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Post by Tooln on Feb 22, 2020 9:19:45 GMT -6
I used to have this thing for rippin a loud fart at the urinal in a bar bathroom. Guys don't talk at the trough. You just don't do it, or make eye contact. So there is this perfect silence just waiting to be broken. One time I pushed really hard and let'er rip. I immediately said, "Ah f*ck." Guy next to me did look over and just said, "Sorry man..." I had to duck walk 8 blocks home, throw my clothes in the dumpster, shower, and head back out again. I can about imagine the dude telling that story when he walked outta there. I heard, well know, of a young vet that was working over in Tooln’s area about 40 years ago. He drank some home made sauerkraut juice for supper. Well, in those days, the vet would treat a cow for milk fever and grab her by the tail to help her get up. He asked the farmer if he had an outhouse and the farmer said treat the cow first and then you can go in the house. Don’t try and lift a cow by the tail under those circumstances. Soon after the milk truck driver arrived and he asked what the young vet was doing out in the cow yard. Farmer said he shit his pants and was throwing them in the manure pile. Nothing like this spreads the news of a new vet in the community! Wasn't Lew was it?
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Post by Sandbur on Feb 22, 2020 9:50:10 GMT -6
I heard, well know, of a young vet that was working over in Tooln’s area about 40 years ago. He drank some home made sauerkraut juice for supper. Well, in those days, the vet would treat a cow for milk fever and grab her by the tail to help her get up. He asked the farmer if he had an outhouse and the farmer said treat the cow first and then you can go in the house. Don’t try and lift a cow by the tail under those circumstances. Soon after the milk truck driver arrived and he asked what the young vet was doing out in the cow yard. Farmer said he shit his pants and was throwing them in the manure pile. Nothing like this spreads the news of a new vet in the community! Wasn't you was it? I changed the question!
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Post by Tooln on Feb 22, 2020 12:06:46 GMT -6
I used to have this thing for rippin a loud fart at the urinal in a bar bathroom. Guys don't talk at the trough. You just don't do it, or make eye contact. So there is this perfect silence just waiting to be broken. One time I pushed really hard and let'er rip. I immediately said, "Ah f*ck." Guy next to me did look over and just said, "Sorry man..." I had to duck walk 8 blocks home, throw my clothes in the dumpster, shower, and head back out again. I can about imagine the dude telling that story when he walked outta there. I hope to hell you didn't go back to the scene of the crime.
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Post by Tooln on Feb 22, 2020 14:19:16 GMT -6
No seriously there was a vet my dad had on the farm in Thorp named Lew.
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Post by Sandbur on Feb 22, 2020 17:16:03 GMT -6
No seriously there was a vet my dad had on the farm in Thorp named Lew. I worked out of Stanley.
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