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It's Memorial Day Weekend And I'm Listening To The Ramones' Eponymous - Ask Me Anything (1 Viewer)

TL; DR on the anecdote?

Hitchhiking and walking about a marathon distance with a friend through a serious snowfall in Central NY to get to a casino on a whim, spending all night winning, calling a limo service, and then blowing all our winnings waiting for a specific, banana-colored yellow limousine to pick us up to enjoy the spoils of our victory.

Instead of glory, we took out cash advances for a cab. 

 
rockaction said:
Stripper story was close. There were some golden nights with the ladies, but when real life has become a strip club, how good will the stories be? It's bacchanalia out here even just in real life, mang.
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"bacchanalia, frontanalia, long as i nailia" - that's my motto!

 
had to bow out this mutha to check out some properties over in Jersey ... the locals dub the section of which i was looking in this ... ready for a a foto essay?  Sleep comes like a drug/in God's country 

and i loved it, i dig all the urban decay, which differs so much from urban blight ... the former is a town on it's knees, battling with every fiber to rekindle, while the latter usually/mostly signals "GET THE #### OUTTA DODGE" 

man, those vistas and landscapes ... town is staggering,  but counter punching like Tyson on Ritalin - i wanna love this place, but, i got this 13 year old daughter, see ...

 
Man of Constant Sorrow said:
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I was trolling along minding my own buisness, when I stepped up and down; 'cause between you and me woman - that feels real good. Well I got the notion, over my peelin' suntan lotion, I'd better go take a swim. Why don't you cool down a little bit and see if I can spread it.

Well there goes a girl and a half...

Come on and walk on the beach; all skin baby! You got some in that bottle of yours...you know what I mean.  Lap me up. 

Oh ####! Lappin' up the sun got me going...well what a bummer. We got a lotta walking on the beaches - up and down - like I'm gonna be stuck here just lying down on the sand dunes the whole summer. 

Will you just take a look over there? Well there goes another one ! 

I can think of a lot worse places to be; thats what I preach. Like down in the streets. Where? Down in the sewer tryin' to get outta that skewer, Peaches!

Lap me up. Things on our minds got me going on the beaches looking at Liberation. 

She's ... she's ... There ---- Walking the beaches for women . 

There goes the charabanc!!!! 

[Organ breakdown]

Girl, that looking at the Preacher man looking at the peaches walking on down on the beaches - or even on the end of a beach - looks ...

Just look at all the sunglasses!!!!!
 

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you do amazing wok, MFr   :banned:

 
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otb_lifer said:
had to bow out this mutha to check out some properties over in Jersey ... the locals dub the section of which i was looking in this ... ready for a a foto essay?  Sleep comes like a drug/in God's country 

and i loved it, i dig all the urban decay, which differs so much from urban blight ... the former is a town on it's knees, battling with every fiber to rekindle, while the latter usually/mostly signals "GET THE #### OUTTA DODGE" 

man, those vistas and landscapes ... town is staggering,  but counter punching like Tyson on Ritalin - i wanna love this place, but, i got this 13 year old daughter, see ...
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Huh. Reminds me of this song. Hey now, hey now, don't dream...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9gKyRmic20

 
whodoneitbetter?   :confused:

motor city kidz

or

hillbilly harlot

:whistle:

plz be sure to not even watch the second one - can i get a tally up in here?

:tinfoilhat:

ETA: maybe i shouldn't have slagged the young lady so much - it's an admirable enuff effort, and Dolly is her godmother, sooooo 

 
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otb_lifer said:
whodoneitbetter?   :confused:

motor city kidz

or

hillbilly harlot

:whistle:
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Both versions are incredible. Miley won me over with that exact Backyard Sessions a few years back. I no longer hate her.

But I'd go with Jackie for bringing that song back from the dead with his plaintive wails.

Both of these are absolute ####### ACES and I can't stress that enough.  Miley just gave me the chills channeling Dolly. Think about that for a minute. 

 
rockaction said:
Both versions are incredible. Miley won me over with that exact Backyard Sessions a few years back. I no longer hate her.

But I'd go with Jackie for bringing that song back from the dead with his plaintive wails.

Both of these are absolute ####### ACES and I can't stress that enough.  Miley just gave me the chills channeling Dolly. Think about that for a minute. 
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check this out - from 2010, before the young'n derailed

 
I was busy with real life stuff all weekend - all good - but time consuming. Thus, I missed all the holiday stuff here.

Anyways, I came back to read the links just now and read all of this:

rockaction said:
Wow. Not a wild one, but this was my favorite. Anyway, it's a jock one that reminds me of old friends and a time in my life that was before the intellectual and social questing (including the drink and the drugs and all its attendant stuff) that I'd later do: this was the purest.

Had a little hockey team. Nothing too large or important or even to think about. Played in a league for 16 and 17 year olds, IIRC. Had trouble getting guys to come out for the games as everyone was going to their high school teams, least, all the good players were. Except for three of us core guys that didn't have a public school team to play for. All of us were late bloomers and the junior track had already been taken by the serious hockey players, so were were left on a "A" team, but not a very good one. This was in Connecticut in a medium-sized town. But none of us were from that town save two guys. So we should stink, in theory. Season starts. Everything is as expected. Things go awry. Kids fall off. Kids quit. One kid -- the coach's kid -- wound up on drugs and chased a childhood nemesis, who happened to be a ref, all over the ice in a drugged out haze. Tried to assault the ref, who had skated, frightened, off the ice into the bench for cover. Kicked out of the league. It was one thing after another, and we got down to about seven or eight guys in and out on the team. Coach stays on even though kid is off the team. Weird stuff going on with the team. It's a rough area, this place in CT, and the high school kids reflected it. 

But, then we started to win. A lot. And kept winning. We realized, about three-quarters of the way through the year, how good we were when we started beating teams with only five -- yes -- five guys playing. We just didn't shift. And we were starting to beat teams with kids that were leaving their high school teams because of one reason or another, grades and attitude being among them. And then we were beating huge towns without JV teams. So we were starting to play reasonable competition. And we just kept winning. Up until the state tournament, where we'd have to play all the big towns and all the high school castoffs in the best division there was. So we went down there with our six guys and won the first and second game, lost the third, and made the semis with a whopping six guys in tow. So we play the semis. We're up 5-0, ten minutes left in the third, fourth game in three days. We're gassed. Other team scores five goals in ten minutes to tie it 5-5. OT. I get a puck in our zone on the wing and the defenseman pinches. Beat him. Go up ice and there's my childhood friend Tim skating the lane adjacent to me. 2 on 1. So we go down as fast as we can, I dish the puck to Tim, he dekes backhand, and voila! Game over with :03 left in OT. Pandemonium in the rink as all the other teams are there watching and cheering for our little roughneck town. The teams waiting to play the other semi are clapping, partially because they smell blood in the water for the finals later that day. Long story short, we win the finals in OT, too (I scored in the first and OT) and we won a trip to glamorous Cranston (yes, I am not making that up. The girls there are indeed smoking!), RI for the regional tournament. Childhood dream realized, right?! Well... yeah, but that was when I was seven.

The real reason I find it cool is because it was significant for youth hockey in CT, because we changed how high schools did things. They moved, after our win and partially because of that state tourney win affecting state winds, to include cooperative teams into the Conn. Interscholastic Athletic Conference during the '90s for schools without enough kids or enough money for a full team. We had two high school captains on that team from our area play for that state title team. Our other core member never got the chance to play high school, but they built a rink in his town shortly after (not because of that) and hockey just kept expanding in the state. Unfortunately, to do that they split us up and it wasn't the same in high school, but it wound up giving me the varsity experience of a decent-time hockey player. Got to get recruited. Played in the prestigious New England Founders League D1 for boarding school in Mass. Got into certain colleges because of the PG year that happens only due to hockey and a corresponding jump in SAT scores from attending boarding school. Changed my life, really, that dumb little town team that nobody cared about but us.

That's my favorite. It was pure, we did it for love, and it worked out for all us. We all went from relative nobodies at our soccer-dominated schools to sort of BMOCs socially and athletically, and that was cool. The other stuff in my life was more exciting and better anecdotally to read or wrap one's head around -- that was my favorite. 
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Hot dams! 😎

I hit the right place first upon return.

Happy belated Memorial Day.

I have a lot to catch up on now.

 
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