I was shooting pool at a community college a few blocks from high school, in the early '70s. I don't think I was cutting class but this was more educational anyway. I spoke with a Rastafarian for the first time.
I got into a game with a skinny hippy, no betting, and missed an easy shot, then got upset with myself. He said "Why do you think you missed?" We both knew I had not been hasty or careless, so he was saying that I was both unskilled and pretentious about it, but not hopeless. I didn't get any of that until later of course.
Me: I wonder if I could talk Margaret into giving me some extra shifts so I can make this upcoming house payment?
Kathleen: "Steely_D, You could be standing on the street corner, selling apples in the snow, and if there were no available shifts for you, Margaret wouldn't create one for you."
The light bulb went on, stayed on. The job is the mountain, and I just stand on it for a while, but it never really notices me.
Elvis, who just happened to be walking past my table at a diner when I was a kid.
"You gonna finish that cheeseburger?"
And did you?
Given how fat Elvis got, I'll bet you've wondered whether Elvis would have finished that burger if you'd let him. The man had a serious, and seriously strange appetite. Case in point: the Fool's Gold Loaf sandwich. Elvis flew two hours to Las Vegas just to eat one:
The Fool's Gold Loaf begins with a loaf of French white bread that is covered in two tablespoons of margarine and baked in the oven at 350 °F (175 °C) until brown. One pound of sliced bacon is fried in oil until crispy and drained. The loaf is sliced lengthwise, hollowed out, and filled with peanut butter, grape jelly and bacon.<8>
"I don't know what I want but I want two of them here by Monday" This was said on a Friday afternoon by the way over his head Tech. Ops. Manager for Rogers Communications to my boss the Microwave Department Manager.
Hi, I'm Ingrid from Holland. I think I'm on the wrong topic, sorry about that! Just wanted to make compliments about the song Look at you, look at me, from Dave Mason. Would like to say this in a forum, not so sure where to turn to for that?
Kind regards, Ingrid
Cheers, Ingrid, and welcome...I will never forget this.
"I don't know what I want but I want two of them here by Monday" This was said on a Friday afternoon by the way over his head Tech. Ops. Manager for Rogers Communications to my boss the Microwave Department Manager.
Hi, I'm Ingrid from Holland. I think I'm on the wrong topic, sorry about that! Just wanted to make compliments about the song Look at you, look at me, from Dave Mason. Would like to say this in a forum, not so sure where to turn to for that?
"I don't know what I want but I want two of them here by Monday" This was said on a Friday afternoon by the way over his head Tech. Ops. Manager for Rogers Communications to my boss the Microwave Department Manager.
" Who in the hell is responsible for this dick dance!?"
First Sergeant John O. Nichols,(legend), Schloss Kaserne Butzbach Germany, 1977.
concerning a weekend of mayhem and questioning large cucumber and "green weenie" slogan affixed to barracks wall.
At the time it wasn't funny to pay. Who was it that first thought "funny as hell" was even possible? I torture myself with musings such as these. Mere nothings. But, I digress...
Even though I seemed to be around infrequent barracks riots in my soldier days I swear I was just an innocent bystander. Just another cold war casualty... *wink*
I thought, 'what hell, I don't see any hell'. Did I ever tell you about Ft. Polk Louisiana?
Anyhow, I was spared from the true hell of the battlefield, though in fact sometimes I have to wonder. I suppose pain is a custom fitted skin suit. Where is this musing going? Hell, I don't know...
~ A very authentic psychic I've seen a couple of times in the past. And she didn't say it in a warm, fuzzy way, either. She said it in an admonishing way. (Regarding choices in men) It really hit home, and forced some positive changes.
