by Trobador222 » Sat Feb 06, 2021 7:28 am
Mr. Marty wrote: Sat Feb 06, 2021 2:24 am
Who you calling a sad old fart! :madashellface:
Get off my lawn.
Back in the late 1980s, When I was doing all the wild land surveying work in the woods and swamps. My partner Dwight and I, who worked with me, met a retired fireman out of Chicago. Dwight and I both had long hair and ZZ Top beards. We spent time catching rattlesnakes for fun and going on fishing trips in the Ten Thousand Islands until we ran out of booze. And when we were not working in the swamps, we liked to hang out in biker bars.
Well Roger, the retired fireman, liked to drink and started hanging out with us. He had gotten an associate biology degree after he retired and started taggin box turtles around the area and keeping track of them for the Archibald Biological Research Station. He lived in an upscale retiree park when ch was upscale prefab homes, in Lake Placid FL.
He hated his neighbors because they were all Conservative, uptight, Moral Majority, fucks. So to fuck with them, he would invite Dwight and me to come over, hang out for BBQ and drink lots of beer. And he would buy! Dwight and I would scare the crap out of his neighbors!
One night we were in his SUV and all of his shit faced, leaving the biker bar and came on a huge dead hog in the middle of the road. It was fresh and still bleeding. It must have weighed about 150 lbs. Roger said, “ load him up boys and we’ll make him into sausage! So Dwight and I loade the dead hog into the back of Rogers SUV and we went back to Rogers place in the retirement home and partied like hell all night. This was in the middle of July.
The next day, I was awoken by my wife in the afternoon, who said their was an irate man named Roger in the phone for me. I picked up the phone and roger started screaming at me asking why we left a dead hog in his SUV. I explained to Roger that he had told me to put that dead hog in his SUV. He said “Oh” and hung up.
Roger never invited Dwight and me to party
n he s lawn, ever again. I bet he never got that smell out of his SUV either!
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Who you calling a sad old fart! :madashellface:
Get off my lawn.
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Back in the late 1980s, When I was doing all the wild land surveying work in the woods and swamps. My partner Dwight and I, who worked with me, met a retired fireman out of Chicago. Dwight and I both had long hair and ZZ Top beards. We spent time catching rattlesnakes for fun and going on fishing trips in the Ten Thousand Islands until we ran out of booze. And when we were not working in the swamps, we liked to hang out in biker bars.
Well Roger, the retired fireman, liked to drink and started hanging out with us. He had gotten an associate biology degree after he retired and started taggin box turtles around the area and keeping track of them for the Archibald Biological Research Station. He lived in an upscale retiree park when ch was upscale prefab homes, in Lake Placid FL.
He hated his neighbors because they were all Conservative, uptight, Moral Majority, fucks. So to fuck with them, he would invite Dwight and me to come over, hang out for BBQ and drink lots of beer. And he would buy! Dwight and I would scare the crap out of his neighbors!
One night we were in his SUV and all of his shit faced, leaving the biker bar and came on a huge dead hog in the middle of the road. It was fresh and still bleeding. It must have weighed about 150 lbs. Roger said, “ load him up boys and we’ll make him into sausage! So Dwight and I loade the dead hog into the back of Rogers SUV and we went back to Rogers place in the retirement home and partied like hell all night. This was in the middle of July.
The next day, I was awoken by my wife in the afternoon, who said their was an irate man named Roger in the phone for me. I picked up the phone and roger started screaming at me asking why we left a dead hog in his SUV. I explained to Roger that he had told me to put that dead hog in his SUV. He said “Oh” and hung up.
Roger never invited Dwight and me to party 🎈 n he s lawn, ever again. I bet he never got that smell out of his SUV either!