Ok it’s early on a Friday. We have all night. Let’s hear ‘em. Your story.
I’ll go first.
To the best of my memory, I have never had the experience.
Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
Multiple times folks have asked me "were you in so and so town in '86? " Or "Do you have a twin living in so and so town?
I pity the poor sumbishes that look like me.
Geno
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
I had a guy come up to be outside of a Restaurant in Eagle Pass Texas in 1980. Started a conversation with me like we were best friends. 15 minutes later while I was inside the restaurant, somebody else came up and did the same thing.
if a man speaks, and there isn't a woman around to hear him, is he still wrong?
Allegedly, Göethe had a famous encounter. I always thought he was a pretty sharp cookie.
Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
I knew a guy back in the 1990s. One day I went to his house and his father was there. Looked like the same exact guy, just a little older. Same height, same build. Same exact face, hair, everything.
I always thought you were my Doppelgänger KW........
You stud, you!!!!!
Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
Wifey thought that was good! Reminded her of that Welk chap!
Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
In the 1980s my field work crew stopped at a rural convenience store for snacks and drinks. When I stepped up to pay for mine the middle-aged guy behind the counter looked at me like he had seen a ghost! Told me when he just glanced at me across the room when we came in as a group he thought I was his son! He fished out a photo of his son from somewhere under the counter, and both me and my coworkers were shocked. We could have passed as twins.
Now I'm the generic old fat guy with a white beard and have been told many times that someone thought I was someone else.
Increasing my post count so people will buy stuff from me
