Red green wishes he had stories this good.
Just watch. Not much I can say here. I have some stories like this, but not this good.
10 comments Og | Uncategorized
Just watch. Not much I can say here. I have some stories like this, but not this good.
10 comments Og | Uncategorized
Damn, that was funny.
That is some high end shit right there, huh?
Goddamn. That right there had me in stitches and tears. And I thought I’d heard some good ones in my day.
It’s fun to watch someone who says he knows what he’s doing when he obviously doesn’t.
From a distance.
lol. You got that shit right, Mark. Glad you can comment again too. Ever figure out what was going on?
We played Spur when I was in High School.
A few years before, on a cold November night, they asked a local Baptist pastor to say the invocation. He didn’t know it, but the mic had a short in it. If you picked it up off the steel desk, it’d jolt you pretty hard. So, before the national anthem, they asked him to pray, and he said, “Let us pray….”, reached around the mic, and before anyone could say stop, he lifted it up and shouted, “God-D… it!!” It echoed off all the buildings around town for what seemed like an hour in the clear cold air…..
And that was it. No explanation, no further comment, just the crowd looking up at the press box, wondering what happened. In the press box, everyone was staring at the pastor…. He was furiously pacing back and forth. The announcer went on like nothing had happened, they sang the national anthem and the game started.
The pastor was still pacing and muttering to himself through most of the first half. There was a big touchdown at the end of the second quarter and the pastor bailed out of the press box and down the ladder behind the stands while everyone was cheering.
When the deacons went to his house the next day to see what happened, he was gone! Moved out during the night without so much as a goodbye.
True story. The announcer told it to me.
Kinda reminds me of how we cleared some snakes out of a well once.
We did not have dynamite, luckily, but we used gas and some kind of explosive something. Who new the flame came up.
Good story. I can definitely see it happening.
When I was a Jr. in hah skrool in 1961 my insane uncle gave me a pound of 3F black powder for my birthday. I was on Stage Crew and the Asst. Advisor was on the prowl to catch the males on staff doing what comes naturally with the females on staff in the prop room. The floor was knee deep in curtains, etc, some of which were satin and very decadent to lie in whilst occupied with very agreeable games of kiss, slap and tickle. The Asst. would reach through the door at random times to turn on the light, a clear, naked 25W bulb hanging about 15′ in the air.
So I and a couple other worthies got a tall stepladder, pulled the bulb, then pecked a hole in it just at the top of the brass. I trickled about an ounce and a half of Dupont’s Best 3F through a paper funnel and put the bulb back in. It was a day or so later when the Asst. decided to do another morality raid and went into the prop room and hit the light switch. There was a brilliant flash of white light, a loud FOOOOOM! and enough smoke to choke a squadron. He fainted dead away, going down like a pole-axed ox. The seven or eight of us were laughing so hard it took ten minutes to start wondering if we’d killed the twit. When he woke up he found he’d wet himself. He resigned that afternoon. The actual advisor did NOT want to know what we’d done. He did blame me, though. I saw the old boy at a play downtown years later and told him the whole story. He said the statute of limitations was probably up and I ought to write the story and submit it to the School Newspaper, people still talked about it and this was five years later.
Gerry N.
People who think they know everything may indeed annoy those of us who actually do, but there are also those times when they serve as a source of intense hilarity.
Og: Nope, never found out why I couldn’t comment, same computer, same connection, same everything. Must be gremlins.