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LMAO, I hope to GOD there is video of this somewhere......

That's so much better than......Hold my beer......

Pulled about 25 people out of the pool I worked at in high school as a lifeguard. Mostly kids, some adults. Place was nearly a waterpark in size, always packed. Mom of the first rescue cussed me up and down for pulling her kid out because "he can swim fine." I told her it wasn't normal to cough up water from the lungs while choking.

This is the funniest story I've read in along time.

I just read it again. I'm dying. I think I may have just shït myself a little. Gotta go check.

Bring a Bic for light.

PAMac, that made me laff so much I hurt.

Thanks?

Dan

PS: I volunteer to hold your beer next time.

Hahaha. He has done a first and last "only" thing.

Ha. Plain to see you were too smart to get suckered into voting fer Zer0.

This could be the winner

late to this thread, must admit I have not read all of the previous posts.

With too much beer, power tools, a 60s vintage pair of 210 cm head steel core skis and 2 pair of rental bindings a buddy of mine and I made a set of tandem skis in the early 80s. Skied the lone pine at MT Norquay and a bunch of runs at Westcastle (now Castle mtn)including some gates, all over Fortress Mtn. Lake Louise and Sunshine won't let us on the lifts. Great deal of fun. With well over 300 pounds on a set of torsionaly stiff skis you could carve on almost anything.

Donated bone marrow to some dude in Hamilton Ont in 1989. We were the same age with the same number of kids. Last I heard he was doing fine. First unrelated bone marrow donor out of Calgary.

Passed a motor vehicle on a pedal bike (old nasty beat up half ton) on the coastal highway in southern Oregon (going down hill of course)

A good weekend to ya'll.

GRF

Oh right..

Step 1. fill orifice with butane.

Step 2. ...

Had a grand mal seizure during a PA flight out of NAS Milton, 8000 ft, 180 knots, in the middle of a split-S maneuver over Foley, AL, in a T34C. Remember very little of that day. Had an IP behind me since I had not done the maneuver, although I had solo'd. . God bless Navy Lt. Jargowski, or I would have been a smoking hole in Foley. Eventually, after 6 months or so, designated a "single seizure."

Col "Bull" Bland, at my review board, said he'd get me whatever MOS I wanted. Picked Signals Intel, and damn if he didn't make it happen. Amazing what full bird Marine Colonel can accomplish.

Obviously, nothing special on my part. Blessed to be here, and blessed to have been given the opportunities.

Rolling along an old field road on big ranch, my hunting partner spotted a rooster pheasant run into a small field of asparagus. He jumped out to see if he could push the pheasant to the end of the field, a couple hundred yards, to get a shot. He did, and was returning with the pheasant when I felt the overpowering build up of gas and knew it wasn't going to stay contained. I figured the stench would be gone by the time he got to truck so I let fly.

It was beyond horrible. It rolled around the cab of the truck in a green fog and displaced every molecule of oxygen. My own nose hairs curled and eyes watered, the vinyl on the dash wrinkled and the glass glazed over. It had just reached its full potency when he swung the door open and leaned into the truck. His reaction was immediate. He spun away from the truck and started puking.

I don't know how many guys have ever made their hunting partner puke from a fart but it was one of my proudest moments.

I once sat on top of a phone pole and pushed a strand of open wire to the outside pin on a crossarm, with my feet. It was the outside pin on a slight curve and the only way I could think to do it by myself. My supervisor drove up just in time to watch me do it. He said to go ahead and tie it off and come on down, we had some talking to do. Boy, that was a long time ago.

I married the first woman I fell in love with and the only woman I've ever had sex with. That was 36 years ago. Our marriage still seems to be working.

If I remember correctly, as an instructor pilot, I flew with an Ensign Jargowski that came through NAS Meridian and probably got his wings around the '78-'79 time frame. Same guy?

You shouldn't wonder why you've been expelled to AK.

That is a true statement.... wisdom, eventhough not present at the time.... allowed that moment no desire to live again....

I had to get a new ID for this one, as I don't want to tarnish my reputation. Haha. About 35 years ago I was very much into horses. I rode all the time, trail, shows, and even a few rodeos. I wasn't especially a talented horseman, but I had the best little horse in my part of the country, and she took care of me. One night a buddy and myself had been to a team roping in Paris, TN. Some of the other guys there suggested that we stop in at Hank's Place on our way back home. Hank's Place was a nightspot in Paris opened up by Hank Williams Jr., who was a nearby resident. We had just pulled our truck and horse trailer into the parking lot and got out, when 2 girls got came running towards us. One of them, a very hot little blonde, said "hot damn, I see the closet thing I've seen of a cowboy since I left Oklahoma". I didn't really consider myself to be a cowboy, but I guess I was dressed the part, in boots and jeans. We introduced ourselves, and turns out she was a 19 year old aspiring country singer, who was doing a gig there at Hank's, as well as also In Nashville, when she could find one. We went in, had a few drinks and dances, and she and I really hit it off. She said let's go out and ride your horse, but when we got outside in my truck, we did another kind of riding, if you catch my drift. Very good "riding" too, as she was a very enthusiastic rider. Well, I went to see her in Paris again a few weeks later, and afterwards found it hard to want to leave. Some time after that, I took my horses and met her at the nearby Land Between the Lakes and spent the day riding. Yes, actually horseback riding this time, plus a couple of other sessions of that other kind of "riding" that she was so good at. Now, she was starting to get to me, and I was so tore up about it that I couldn't eat or sleep. You see, I was married and 12 years older than she was, and I was beginning to feel very bad about what I was doing. She was pretty much a free spirit, getting by mostly on what her folks back home were sending her, as her singing gigs didn't pay much. I realized that all we really had in common was the sex we were having, and that to take things any further would be a huge mistake on my part, and probably cost me everything I was working to accomplish. So, I just walked away, and never contacted or saw her again, got my life back together, and am still married to the same woman. But, about 3 or 4 years afterwards, I'm watching TV one night and they're talking about the Country Music Association awards, and interviewing the different stars. Then I saw "her", one of the nominees for newest star, or something of the sort. She had changed her last name, but still looked very pretty, and turns out I'd been hearing her hit song on the radio and just didn't know who it was. Okay, to wind this up, she had a very nice career as a country singer, had several hit songs, and for several years was in the country music news quite a bit. I thought once or twice about trying to contact her, but thought it was better to let a sleeping dog lie. Anyway, I'm sure she didn't want to see me after the way I dumped her, and besides, she was married by that time. True story.