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re: Honest to God true story you experienced that you don't think the OT will believe
Posted on 9/16/22 at 11:45 pm to CAD703X
Posted on 9/16/22 at 11:45 pm to CAD703X
Back when I lived in Nashville, the ex wife and I were eating at a Cracker Barrel in the franklin area. I had 2 kids who were 2 and 3 at the time. After being seated, we look over to our left and there sat George Jones and his wife. They struck up a conversation with us. He was quiet and his wife, much younger, was very talkative. They asked questions about the kids and what they liked to do. We talked about how they liked to ride their battery powered John Deere gator and they invited us to their ranch to let the kids ride one of the 6 big gators they owned.
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Posted on 9/16/22 at 11:50 pm to CAD703X
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I absolutely won't tell that story.
TELL.
Posted on 9/16/22 at 11:55 pm to coondaddy21
Another Nashville story. I was watching the Mike Huckaby show on Fox and I saw Steven Curtis Chapman singing a song from his new album. I really liked his music but was unaware he had a new album. Bound and determined to get the CD the next morning, I wake up and head over to Best Buy in the cool springs area. I go into the contemporary Christian Isle, looking for the new Stephen curtis Chapman CD, and who is standing in the isle, none other than Steven Curtis Chapman. I say. “Are you Steven curtis Chapman?” He says “yes I am”. I then proceed to tell him that I was there to look for his album because I saw him on the mike huckaby show. He tells me that he flew in that morning. He then begins to try and help me find his album. Unfortunately, Best Buy was out of the album and he apologized that it wasn’t there because he would have signed it for me and then proceeded to tell me that If I went to the Christian store near the Mall, I would likely find it.
This post was edited on 9/16/22 at 11:57 pm
Posted on 9/16/22 at 11:58 pm to ThatMakesSense
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And sure as the sun shines, old gal had a fricking peg leg. And it wasn’t a fancy one either. I’ll never forget the creaking and clacking sound that thing made as he walked her around the empty OfficeMax store.
WTF. Great description.
Posted on 9/17/22 at 12:18 am to CAD703X
A buddy of mine is responsible for the building next to Jordan Hare Stadium burning down when Auburn played LSU back in 1996. He told his date to go empty the hot charcoal from his little hibachi grill. Her dumb arse poured it all out in the corner of a concrete pad right up next to the wooden building. The fire melted the shite out of his Ford pickup truck.
This post was edited on 9/17/22 at 12:19 am
Posted on 9/17/22 at 1:11 am to CAD703X
Me and my boys were hanging out in bar in Merrekesh....drunk and some of us high af. One of my buddies starts chatting up this fine as girl a table over....him using his best Arabic her using her best English...all this after he sent her and her girls a bottle of wine. They make plans to taxi to her sisters place...they keep talking and right as the can is pulling she asks, "how much you pay for me take you to paradise".
He spent 2 hours flirting with and buying drinks for a Moroccan hooker.
He spent 2 hours flirting with and buying drinks for a Moroccan hooker.
Posted on 9/17/22 at 1:18 am to theantiquetiger
Tupac was never "real" his street thing was an act to be hard. He was the son of activists and danced ballet at Julliard. Of all of the death Row rappers Snoop has the hardest upbringing and... look at him.
I liked Tupac but always, even then right his persona was phony.
I liked Tupac but always, even then right his persona was phony.
Posted on 9/17/22 at 1:27 am to upgrayedd
Not really cool. I was in Los Feliz at a Starbucks and they had this bummy looking dude sounding just like Pauly Shore talking to the batista. Dude looked like he stunk and lived outside. He turns around and IT is Pauly Shore.
Then I see paparazzi come in and they were just following some girl. They didn't even look at Pauly. Walk out the door and almost run into Katy Perry. We got to be in the background of a paparazzo picture of Katy Perry in Pajama buttons and a t shirt.
Two blocks down tab into the Bro looking dude from Workaholics leaving the Scientology media center.
(Which we were staying right next to)
Then I see paparazzi come in and they were just following some girl. They didn't even look at Pauly. Walk out the door and almost run into Katy Perry. We got to be in the background of a paparazzo picture of Katy Perry in Pajama buttons and a t shirt.
Two blocks down tab into the Bro looking dude from Workaholics leaving the Scientology media center.
(Which we were staying right next to)
Posted on 9/17/22 at 1:30 am to Tigersonfire
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Me and the other roommate were pissed with all the noise and threatened to kick their arse and they bounced. That band ended up being Green Day.
Green Day sucks, it would have been better if you did kick their asses.
Posted on 9/17/22 at 1:39 am to CAD703X
Friend of a friend was often over on the weekends to drink, tailgate, watch football, etc. The crowd was generally rowdy, but he pissed his drunk on the couch on a couple occasions. Professional job, white collar, well-educated type.
A few years in, he quits showing up to work on time. Often barely rolling in for lunch. This goes on at least six months. He still comes out/over decently often but not as much.
One day, we went to our usual table at La Carreta, and he was waiting it. He played it off as a second job to help pay student loans down faster.
Within 6 weeks of that, he was arrested for shooting at multiple cars on the interstate.
A few years in, he quits showing up to work on time. Often barely rolling in for lunch. This goes on at least six months. He still comes out/over decently often but not as much.
One day, we went to our usual table at La Carreta, and he was waiting it. He played it off as a second job to help pay student loans down faster.
Within 6 weeks of that, he was arrested for shooting at multiple cars on the interstate.
Posted on 9/17/22 at 1:39 am to Alt26
I thought you were about to say she was a working girl and the guy was her pimp. Me and some friends had that Jalen at the Fountainbleay in Miami. Girl came up and sat with us. Talking. After a few minutes a guy came and made a comment about time is money and we waived them both off.
Posted on 9/17/22 at 12:29 pm to CAD703X
Banged 5 non trashy women over the course of 3 hours. Sadly I had to drive to them which means I still have not attained chad/tyrone status.
Guess it isnt that difficult anymore but this was before the days of tinder.
Guess it isnt that difficult anymore but this was before the days of tinder.
This post was edited on 9/17/22 at 12:31 pm
Posted on 9/17/22 at 12:47 pm to CAD703X
When I was 15, I was a whipper-in on a foxhunt (a Tally Ho type foxhunt). A whipper-in is basically a scout who goes out to watch where the hounds go and to control them if they wander too far from the huntsman.
The hounds go on a wild run and go outside the normal hunt territory (so no jumps over fences to speed you along). I'm by myself (this was long before cell phones) as the hounds move into a remote bottom land area. No power lines, no houses, not even old abandoned houses which were fairly common. I can hear the hounds, but I'm far away from the other foxhunters.
I see a trail and go through some locust trees (big thorns) and there's a clearing up ahead. I come out and there's this long-haired guy with a holstered pistol looking at me (and I'm in formal English foxhunting attire, e.g. the red coat LOL). Internally, I'm freaking out as there was no reason to be down where he was (no deer in the area either).
He looked at me and said "you cool?" I said "yea, its cool" and quickly and quietly got the frick out of there.
Years later, I figured out who it was and he would have known who I was (though I had no clue who he was) as I lived in a very small town. The only thing I could figure was he had a weed patch, but I didn't see one (and I wasn't looking for one) and it was late in the fall.
The hounds go on a wild run and go outside the normal hunt territory (so no jumps over fences to speed you along). I'm by myself (this was long before cell phones) as the hounds move into a remote bottom land area. No power lines, no houses, not even old abandoned houses which were fairly common. I can hear the hounds, but I'm far away from the other foxhunters.
I see a trail and go through some locust trees (big thorns) and there's a clearing up ahead. I come out and there's this long-haired guy with a holstered pistol looking at me (and I'm in formal English foxhunting attire, e.g. the red coat LOL). Internally, I'm freaking out as there was no reason to be down where he was (no deer in the area either).
He looked at me and said "you cool?" I said "yea, its cool" and quickly and quietly got the frick out of there.
Years later, I figured out who it was and he would have known who I was (though I had no clue who he was) as I lived in a very small town. The only thing I could figure was he had a weed patch, but I didn't see one (and I wasn't looking for one) and it was late in the fall.
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