I nominate this thread for Best Picture. I've felt like every emotion in here now.SaveFerrisB said:shining path and his buddies once went to a monster truck rally and tractor pull in rented tuxedos. GB that guy.
I wonder what he'd do with the amoeba waterbed.SaveFerrisB said:shining path and his buddies once went to a monster truck rally and tractor pull in rented tuxedos. GB that guy.
It's amazing what you used to be able to do with splitters.Remember the good old days when if you had a pocket knife, a basic understanding of coax, and some cajones you could get free cable? Not that I would have done that. Especially not after the cable company sent us a letter and then sent some big ex-con looking installer to our front door. Nope, not me.
What's really amazing is how many of these stories seemed like the perfectly normal, reasonable thing to do at the time. Great thread.It's amazing what you used to be able to do with splitters.Remember the good old days when if you had a pocket knife, a basic understanding of coax, and some cajones you could get free cable? Not that I would have done that. Especially not after the cable company sent us a letter and then sent some big ex-con looking installer to our front door. Nope, not me.
SaveFerrisB said:Dammit, I miss those days. Next Christmas, I'm getting the Starting Lineup action figures and mini football helmet out of storage to return to their triumphant roles as tree ornaments and topper, just like back in the old bachelor pad.
Easier just to have an uncle that worked for the cable company.Remember the good old days when if you had a pocket knife, a basic understanding of coax, and some cajones you could get free cable? Not that I would have done that. Especially not after the cable company sent us a letter and then sent some big ex-con looking installer to our front door. Nope, not me.
:( andSaveFerrisB said:shining path and his buddies once went to a monster truck rally and tractor pull in rented tuxedos. GB that guy.
Awesome. I sold Mt. Dews. I called them morning dews. A dollar a pop.I sold grilled cheeses to tour with the Grateful Dead. Personal record was 180 after a concert. I would shout "a buck a piece or two for three dollars!" You'd be amazed how many times I actually sold the two for $3.
This was pretty bachelory, though it happened when we were all in our late 30s, most of us married with kids.Me and a dozen or so other guys were on a golf trip in San diego a few years ago. I was in the first foursome to finish playing one day and we went into the clubhouse bar. I've posted this story before, it was the same day we hired Hooters girls for caddies, were all blitzed by this point. Anyway, there was a small outing going on in a sectioned off area of the room, with a buffet. Me and another guy walked up to the buffet and each assembled a chicken fajita. guy next to us: "Are you with the group?"me: "yes" - not a lie, I was with a group.him: "The Deloitte group?"my friend: "No, the BC group."him: "This is a private party."me: "Oh. Can we keep the fajitas?"him: "I guess so."Then we walked around the corner and sat at a table away from the outing group. The next foursome of our friends rolls in after finishing golf, ask where we got the food, and we point them to the buffet saying "they don't mind". The four of them meandered up, made plates, and walked back and joined us. Me and my friend see three Deloitte guys are following, and scurry away towards the bar, but within earshot....guy one: "What do you guys think you're doing?"friend one: "We didn't realize it was a private party." guy two: "Are you idiots?"friend two: "I didn't think so, but maybe."guy one: "I'm paying for this, it's $25 a plate."friend two: "Fine, here." - takes a waded up $100 out of his pocket and sticks it in the guy's chest, then heads back to the buffet and picks up a platter that contains 20 - 25 giant chocolate chip cookies.waiter: "Hey, put that down, you can't take that."friend two: "Sorry, you're right." Puts platter down, pulls shirt out of pants and makes a pouch to carry the stacks of cookies, then turn and walks out.guy two, giving chase: "Get back here, those are our cookies!"friend two: "We paid for them - have them bake some more." Then we got in our shuttle van and left, munching cookies.
This story makes me crack of every time. I love this exchange:guy two: "Are you idiots?"friend two: "I didn't think so, but maybe."This was pretty bachelory, though it happened when we were all in our late 30s, most of us married with kids.Me and a dozen or so other guys were on a golf trip in San diego a few years ago. I was in the first foursome to finish playing one day and we went into the clubhouse bar. I've posted this story before, it was the same day we hired Hooters girls for caddies, were all blitzed by this point. Anyway, there was a small outing going on in a sectioned off area of the room, with a buffet. Me and another guy walked up to the buffet and each assembled a chicken fajita. guy next to us: "Are you with the group?"me: "yes" - not a lie, I was with a group.him: "The Deloitte group?"my friend: "No, the BC group."him: "This is a private party."me: "Oh. Can we keep the fajitas?"him: "I guess so."Then we walked around the corner and sat at a table away from the outing group. The next foursome of our friends rolls in after finishing golf, ask where we got the food, and we point them to the buffet saying "they don't mind". The four of them meandered up, made plates, and walked back and joined us. Me and my friend see three Deloitte guys are following, and scurry away towards the bar, but within earshot....guy one: "What do you guys think you're doing?"friend one: "We didn't realize it was a private party." guy two: "Are you idiots?"friend two: "I didn't think so, but maybe."guy one: "I'm paying for this, it's $25 a plate."friend two: "Fine, here." - takes a waded up $100 out of his pocket and sticks it in the guy's chest, then heads back to the buffet and picks up a platter that contains 20 - 25 giant chocolate chip cookies.waiter: "Hey, put that down, you can't take that."friend two: "Sorry, you're right." Puts platter down, pulls shirt out of pants and makes a pouch to carry the stacks of cookies, then turn and walks out.guy two, giving chase: "Get back here, those are our cookies!"friend two: "We paid for them - have them bake some more." Then we got in our shuttle van and left, munching cookies.
This was pretty bachelory, though it happened when we were all in our late 30s, most of us married with kids.Me and a dozen or so other guys were on a golf trip in San diego a few years ago. I was in the first foursome to finish playing one day and we went into the clubhouse bar. I've posted this story before, it was the same day we hired Hooters girls for caddies, were all blitzed by this point. Anyway, there was a small outing going on in a sectioned off area of the room, with a buffet. Me and another guy walked up to the buffet and each assembled a chicken fajita. guy next to us: "Are you with the group?"me: "yes" - not a lie, I was with a group.him: "The Deloitte group?"my friend: "No, the BC group."him: "This is a private party."me: "Oh. Can we keep the fajitas?"him: "I guess so."Then we walked around the corner and sat at a table away from the outing group. The next foursome of our friends rolls in after finishing golf, ask where we got the food, and we point them to the buffet saying "they don't mind". The four of them meandered up, made plates, and walked back and joined us. Me and my friend see three Deloitte guys are following, and scurry away towards the bar, but within earshot....guy one: "What do you guys think you're doing?"friend one: "We didn't realize it was a private party." guy two: "Are you idiots?"friend two: "I didn't think so, but maybe."guy one: "I'm paying for this, it's $25 a plate."friend two: "Fine, here." - takes a waded up $100 out of his pocket and sticks it in the guy's chest, then heads back to the buffet and picks up a platter that contains 20 - 25 giant chocolate chip cookies.waiter: "Hey, put that down, you can't take that."friend two: "Sorry, you're right." Puts platter down, pulls shirt out of pants and makes a pouch to carry the stacks of cookies, then turn and walks out.guy two, giving chase: "Get back here, those are our cookies!"friend two: "We paid for them - have them bake some more." Then we got in our shuttle van and left, munching cookies.
slept on a waterbed for over a year, but it was just the water mattress - no frame, no pedistalIt was like sleeping on an Amoeba that just kinda rolled around the room.
I did this for like 2 years.Signed up all of my family, made up a bunch of names.12 freeget 4 for a referral.I would have to buy 1 in a year.I would wait til the sale was buy 1 get 3 free.Then I would sell them all on ebay.My cost ended up being about $3 each.I would sell them on ebay for about $6-12 each.BMG must have thought it was wierd that I would order the same 2 Insane Clown Posse CD's 26 times.Or getting his friends Morris and Horace to join as each other's referral friends, reaping the benefits of 18 cds a pop instead of 12. Plus 3 a month.Borris could have made a lot more by "returning" the CDs to Walmart. They don't require a receipt.I'm pretty sure the guys at Columbia Music or whatever that outfit was that would sell 12 CDs/tapes for a penny each if you joined their club are still looking for "Borris Fezbitt". Old Borris abused their membership, taking virtually all the brand new CDs he got mailed to him at the nebulous fraternity house address and immediately selling them to the local music store for 2-3 bucks each.![]()
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Have you ever seen their fans?BMG must have thought it was wierd that I would order the same 2 Insane Clown Posse CD's 26 times.
Seemed pretty cush to me at the time--but I'm a camper from way back. The 4 months prior I was living out of my car, eating at the restaurant I managed and showering at my GF's. Prior to that it seemed like a good situation--4 bedroom apartment with girls in the other three--but that wore thin really quick!Geez man...that's not 'bachelor', that's "Dust Bowl"Most bachelor thing? That's a tough one--I was batching it for about 12 years before my first marriage...
For a few of those years I lived without gas--heat or cooking. It was an old mobile home, about 10' x 48', and I didn't trust the tank or lines--so it was space heaters for heating critical places, and cooking out on the front patio. The neighbor across the street really appreciated it, I think--he was retired with little need or ability to do much, so he spent the better parts of his days at the front window watching all the goings-on in that neighborhood. I'd be out there cooking on a grate laid over cinderblocks year round--full meals, soups from scratch, eggs in the mornings....about half the time with branches collected from the adjacent woods.
Bar with pool table drunks are good. This one guy would pass out sitting in the stool, we'd lean a bunch of sticks against him then make a loud noise.Everyone messes with the drunk passed out guy.In my group our thing was to put make up on them. After we would hopefully wake them up and go to the gas-n-sip for nachos.You didn't want to be the drunk passed out guy.
Nice ponytail. Why'd you cut it off?
He probably got sick of being confused with Penn Jillette.strykerpks said:Nice ponytail. Why'd you cut it off?shuke said:Seaman Ropes said:![]()
Similar.Leroy Hoard said:Bar with pool table drunks are good. This one guy would pass out sitting in the stool, we'd lean a bunch of sticks against him then make a loud noise.Papa Georgio said:Everyone messes with the drunk passed out guy.
In my group our thing was to put make up on them. After we would hopefully wake them up and go to the gas-n-sip for nachos.
You didn't want to be the drunk passed out guy.
Permanent magic marker with us. One time I passed out at a house party, woke up and drove back to the dorms, and passed many people walking back to my room who mysteriously were gawking at me, some pointing and laughing. Get in my room and look in the mirror to see cat whiskers drawn on my face.I consider myself lucky that cat whiskers were all I got. Some friends woke up missing eyebrows. Most woke up with "I LOVE RICHARD" written on their foreheads.Papa Georgio said:Everyone messes with the drunk passed out guy.In my group our thing was to put make up on them. After, we would hopefully wake them up and go to the gas-n-sip for nachos.You didn't want to be the drunk passed out guy.
I got giant black arrows drawn up both legs towards my ###hole with "Insert Here" in huge letters on my thighs. couldn't wear shorts for a whilePermanent magic marker with us. One time I passed out at a house party, woke up and drove back to the dorms, and passed many people walking back to my room who mysteriously were gawking at me, some pointing and laughing. Get in my room and look in the mirror to see cat whiskers drawn on my face.I consider myself lucky that cat whiskers were all I got. Some friends woke up missing eyebrows. Most woke up with "I LOVE RICHARD" written on their foreheads.Papa Georgio said:Everyone messes with the drunk passed out guy.In my group our thing was to put make up on them. After, we would hopefully wake them up and go to the gas-n-sip for nachos.You didn't want to be the drunk passed out guy.
I knew a guy that ended up doing time for pulling this scam but it was at Office Max and filing cabinets. He'd put everything from software to laptops into a cabinet and a buddy would come in and buy it. And I get pissed off if I go to Sam's Club and there aren't any good samples.I had a friend that worked at a sporting goods store. He'd empty out a Coleman cooler, fill it with Nikes, and have another friend (non-employee) buy the cooler. Then return the cooler the next day. I got a pair of the first gen Griffeys and a couple of other hoop shoes from the deal.
I still go to Costco and Trader Joe's for freebies.
Had a friend do this for us at a local camping store with birks stuffed in sleeping bags. Still have a pair of them sitting at the bottom of my closet, I think.I had a friend that worked at a sporting goods store. He'd empty out a Coleman cooler, fill it with Nikes, and have another friend (non-employee) buy the cooler. Then return the cooler the next day. I got a pair of the first gen Griffeys and a couple of other hoop shoes from the deal. I still go to Costco and Trader Joe's for freebies.
Still true today.RudiStein said:We had a utensil drawer in the kitchen dedicated to bottle cap storage. Because we HAD to do this so that we could see how many we could collect. We were WILD!
My roommate would do this with water bottles. Sometimes he'd leave them in the fridge overnight to chill. GDB waking up hungover as ####, opening the fridge, and taking a hefty swig of what you believe to be water, but is in fact just straight Popov.- Woodstock '99. We were all 20 at the time, but wanted to get booze in. After much trial and error, we found gallon jugs of water where we could pop the top off without breaking the safety seal. Poured the water out of 2 jugs and filled it with cheap vodka (tall plastic bottles with red/black label - can't remember the name for the life of me). Went thru security checks and they slid the jugs right down the table without a glance. GB warm vodka and country time lemonade mix.
POPOV! Yes that was it!My roommate would do this with water bottles. Sometimes he'd leave them in the fridge overnight to chill. GDB waking up hungover as ####, opening the fridge, and taking a hefty swig of what you believe to be water, but is in fact just straight Popov.- Woodstock '99. We were all 20 at the time, but wanted to get booze in. After much trial and error, we found gallon jugs of water where we could pop the top off without breaking the safety seal. Poured the water out of 2 jugs and filled it with cheap vodka (tall plastic bottles with red/black label - can't remember the name for the life of me). Went thru security checks and they slid the jugs right down the table without a glance. GB warm vodka and country time lemonade mix.
Band nameI washed and reuse plastic cups from fast food joints.
My one roommate became incredibly good at catching the mice on traps. He'd get 1 or 2 on one trap. One time I saw he had caught 3 on one trap, but he didn't throw them away yet. I told him it was gross and to take care of it. He said ok, got a bottle of Febreeze, and Febreezed the mice. He went back into his room and didn't go near them again.
When did this thread change from wacky bachelor antics to how I used to steal?
I'm pretty sure it was my fault. Sorry.When did this thread change from wacky bachelor antics to how I used to steal?
I'm pretty sure it was my fault. Sorry.When did this thread change from wacky bachelor antics to how I used to steal?
I'm pretty sure it was my fault. Sorry.When did this thread change from wacky bachelor antics to how I used to steal?
When did this thread change from wacky bachelor antics to how I used to steal?