I read about something today that I think would be a big drawing card for the Longton Fair. The article was about a WAC Mud Wrestler that has whipped every one they matched her with from every branch of service. I think a match between her and Jarhead would be a good one. A Marine that is in top fighting condition and form against the Army's best. Just to help Jarhead you could get Sarge to Referee, Sarge would keep it a fair fight, well he might favor Jarhead a little but on the other hand he might favor the WAC.
Hey, I'll by $10 of tickets if someone posts the results here. I'll buy $100 dollars worth for a video post. For a live streaming feed I will sell it all over the country. If I can wrestle her I need to buy a life insurance policy first, because it would kill me.
David
Just as an aside, I can remember the time that if one called an Army nurse a WAC, she would haul off and slug you.
Not really, but the Army nurses had strong resentment about being called a WAC because they were not a part of and wanted no part of that army branch.
Actually the Womens Army Corps or WAC was disbanded in 1978.
Uh Frank---how big'a an ol girl is she ? Might be that ol Sarge and me might want to tag team her. Aint weighed for a spell but I figger I weigh somewhere a tad over 175 ,give or take 100 lbs--so want to keep this a fair fight.
Waldo ,Women Marines were known as BAM's but you damn sure didn't call them that to their face----it meant Broad Arse Marine------------hey, I bet now'a days I could be a BAM !!!
Quote from: jarhead on July 29, 2011, 05:21:08 PM
hey, I bet now'a days I could be a BAM !!!
Nope, you're a BABBOM. Broad A$$ Big Bellied Old Man
Hey Sarge ol buddy, It's good to see you finally made it home from that wilderness fishing trip we were on last month. Sorry about me messing up when I told you that moss grew on the west side of trees, when we split up to go solo to find our way home. Next time you can have the compass---and GPS---and food---and canteens---and MRE's--- and tent--and---well buddy, I sure could have used you---that stuff is heavy to carry all by yourself. Aint no reason to go to say'n vile crap about my manly physic !!
manly physic??? Is that a big suppository? Or maybe a triple dose of exlax? Oh, wait, I'll bet you meant physique.
Busted!!!!
........ROTFL~~~ ;D ;D ;D
Teresa , Don't laugh at anything the moron says or you will just egg him on. When I wrote physic I didn't think it looked right but decided if it was wrong I could always say I did it intentional just to see if anyone caught it---seems to work for other peoples mistakes. Leave it to Chief Man With the Skitters to know the difference.
Let him have a little glory~~~He deserves a laugh or 2..
Heck~~I laugh at you all the time.. ((errrr I mean I laugh WITH you all the time.. yeah~~ thats it. WITH YOU...)) ::)
You window peeper !! And here I thought it was a Laughing Hyena outside my bathroom window
It WAS a laughing hyena outside your window..But it was me..hiding under your bed, that was snickering hilariously ..
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but like Larry says.,.. this is probably considered a family site..so I won't say any more.. :-X :angel:
Teresa,
You "saying ' you were hiding under my bed reminds me of a childhood terror moment. My dad just loved scaring the beJesus out of us kids. Still in grade school and my brother Steve and me had to share a bed. Laying there all quiet trying to go to sleep and there was a knock on the siding outside our window. Up went a slat of that venation blind while my little eyeball strained to see who lurked in the darkness. Nothing, must have been the dog wagging his tail as he passed beneath the window. Almost asleep and there was a louder knock---this time there were two sets of eyeballs peeking out the venation blinds trying to sort thru the saber tooth tigers and lions and bears whose shadowy figure we could see dancing around outside as we tried to determine which one was the culprit. As the shadows slowly disappeared we finally laid back down to try and sleep--knock--knock--knock--this time it sounded really up close and personal. Now Steve being 15 months older than me and a whole lot smarter softly told me to not move---to act dead--if there was an ol Hobo out there and looked in the widow and all he saw was two dead kids he would go away--sounded like a great plan until our bed started shaking violently--this was when Steve abandoned ship and went running down the hallway screaming something about ghosts---Me ? I just curled into the fetal position making these tiny sobbing sounds, while our Dad crawled out from beneath our bed--laughing his arse off !! and that is a true story.
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and That is why I love you~!!! You and Jimmie keep me laughing all the time. Brenda and I were at Flint Oak Sunday and I was telling them about one of your tales and she was telling me some of your tales and between the 2 of us.. we were in tears laughing.. ;D
I remember dad telling us this story and we would laugh so hard. It must of run in the family because Brenda and I spent the night with aunt Robby her and Brenda McFerson used to do the same thing to us after a train went through. Robby lived with gma and gpa where my jarhead dad and mom live and of course there were really scarey hobo's that seemed to get off the train in Longton looking for little girls. Brenda and I would end up running to sleep with gma Bonnie so she would protect us! That was a wonderful but scary memory.
Teresa,
I fail to find humor in what caused me to start getting grey hair at 8 years old !!! Think it stunted my growth too seeing as both my brothers were 6 ft 3 " and I had to look up to see 6 ft. It was either that or Jimmie learning that pile driver, neck breaker move, from wrestlers Red McKinn or Bolo on TV and decided to bounce me on my head---he should have checked for that walnut that lay hidden in the grass !!!
Hey dad...tell Teresa about steam coming from the roof of the house!!! That's my favorite one!! ;D
Oh wait.....tell her how old you were when you found out there wasn't a santa....*hint hint* It was the same age as when he stopped wetting the bed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LMAO
My dad would come in our bedroom with two flashlights held together. In the pitch black he would click them on and scream " LOOKOUT ------TRUCK" I swear those flashlights together did really look like a big truck about to run you over!!!!!!! LOVE YA DAD!!
Quote from: Brenda Edwards on August 06, 2011, 08:53:08 PM
Hey dad...tell Teresa about steam coming from the roof of the house!!! That's my favorite one!! ;D
Oh yea Laughing Girl---funny to you---but not so funny if you had to live in a work shop for a year after your home burns down, and lurking in the shop, living in the grain bins ,were rats as big as possums---where they would come out at night and sink their 4 inch fangs into the jugular of a sleeping 7- 8 year old lad !!!
I think it was the winter of 1958, maybe 1957. It was a family affair to go out and cut a cedar tree for a Christmas tree. All 172 of us kids(give or take a few dozens ) and parents got home and were freezing to death. Daddy stoked the ol coal stove up to melt the snow off our Keds sneakers. After we got feeling back in our pedal extremities Daddy told Steve & me to go to the "sand pile" down by the shop and get a bucket of sand to "plant the tree". We filled a bucket half full of sand and started back to the house, lugging all 400 lbs of that sand, when ol Eagle Eye here spotted black smoke curling out from every wooden shingle on the south half of the roof. I tell Steve," look our house is smoking" Now Steve being 15 months older than me and wise beyond his years explained it to me," when a roof has had snow on it and the snow melts it leaves the shingles wet and then Mr. Sun shines on the roof and it creates steam". We proceeded to carry that 600 lb bucket of sand into the house, but I still remember looking at all that smoke thinking it sure was a bunch of steam---long story short, that ol Amityville Horror House burned down !!!
How you can see humor in that makes you one sick puppy. I often wonder who your real Daddy is. :)
Quote from: Brenda Edwards on August 06, 2011, 08:56:31 PM
Oh wait.....tell her how old you were when you found out there wasn't a santa....*hint hint* It was the same age as when he stopped wetting the bed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LMAO
Aint we the funny one tonight ? Until you sleep upstairs in the Amityville Horror House where snow would drift across the floor and temps would dip below zero do not ever knock peeing the bed. Some nights it was the only warmth you would get !!
Plus consider your options---you could stay snuggled down in that feather mattress and "warm" that puppy for 30 minutes or so-------or---you could get out of bed and stand in 3 inches of snow---barefoot--pull that stink'n ol chamber pot out from under the bed--slide the lid off to an aroma of ammonia that made you wince so bad you usually missed the pot anyway----------------yep, I think I made the wise decision .
It didn't really bother me so much when Ging told me there wasn't a Santa Clause but at the same time she said Easter Bunny wasn't real either. Now that one really floored me. I don't recall my age but I do know it depressed me so bad I quit smoking for a week and didn't drink a beer for several days !!
Jarhead, ole buddy, 'pears you ain't gittin' a whole lotta respect here. Just want you to know, whatever you tell me I will believe cuz warriors don't pull each others leg unless it's in jest. Now............you set them people straight about who's the boss!
Larryj
LMAO...Dad you crack me up!! ;D I wouldn't trade you for anything! :-*
Larry, I can't'. I lost all control of them young'ns the day they ceased to be a tax deduction but not to worry. Miss Laughing Girl there will be wanting ol Pops to plow her garden this fall but after she turns the soil with a shovel instead, I bet she will start showing me just a tad more respect. She wasn't this way until she started slamming Margarita's with Teresa !!!
Oh yea,Laughing Girl--shouldn't you be in bed---gotta work tomorrow you know--make that money so you can take care of your poor ol Dad in his Twilight years.
Quote from: jarhead on August 06, 2011, 11:39:06 PM
Oh yea,Laughing Girl--shouldn't you be in bed---gotta work tomorrow you know--make that money so you can take care of your poor ol Dad in his Twilight years.
I have some great ideas Brenda where we can put him in his Twilight years... but.............................
"Every time a blonde has an idea, someone gets hurt~~~." ;D
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Me?? A sick puppy?? Is this coming from the man who use to tell me...."Oh don't be sad, those frogs will grow their legs back"...as I sat there looking at them in that bucket with big alligator tears in my eyes,and you were looking at their legs in a bowl licking your chops!! :laugh:
Alright, alright...I'm sorry...I don't want to plow my garden with a shovel next spring!
ROTFL~~~~~
Like father like daughter.. .....
( legs never did grow back did they Brenda..? ) ;D ;D
Reminds me of a story ...
Bill and Silvia Crum and Mark and I went frog hunting one night.. Got a gunny sack of 'em.. Took them back to their house and the guys cleaned them on their back porch. It was kinda connected to the kitchen and it was like 3 in the morning when we left.. so Bill said he would be up in a few hours anyway to feed cattle and he'd just dump the remains then. ( which most know is the front part of the frog minus the legs)
Silvia said they went to bed and about an hour later she heard this noise in the kitchen.. sounded like someone was in the house.. She woke up Bill and made him go look. So he grabbed his pistol and headed for the kitchen with her behind him..
She said she let out a scream cause the Frogs had escaped the gunny sack and were crawling around all over the kitchen floor minus their hind legs.. She said it was like a horror show. They gathered them up and she made Bill go then and dispose of what she called The Amityville Fogs..
Have never forgot that and from there.. I made Mark really thump them so I knew that they were dead and didn't come back to haunt me the next time. ;D
EWWWWWW! That's amphibian abuse. Poor little guys. ;) ;D
I know... It IS kinda more than abuse.. but my taste buds outweigh knowing that.. LOL
I tried the humane thing with Mr. Bull Frog a long time ago. Whacked them puppies on the noggin with a 12 inch Crescent wrench. The first one, up-chucked a half grown frog---which explained why one year a pond is full of frogs you think will be ripe for picking in just one more year, but the next year they are all gone---cannibals !!
After "killing " every frog, the next morning when I looked into the bucket before giving them a proper burial, I was greeted with 24 pairs of eyes looking at me---------------------there was three of us hunting so if Mr Warden reads this--- 3 x 8 = 24 ;D
As Teresa seems to so much humor from my family's misfortunes let me tell you a story that includes a member of her family. This is the story as told to me----------Teresa has an Uncle that just for the sake of the story---let's pull a name out of a hat and call him her Uncle Russ. Now Russ and my father were young entrepreneurs wanting to make lots of money to impress their young brides. Maybe buy such luxuries as Maytag ringer washers and such --SO---they load up in their Coupe and head to Missouri, where they bought a load of liquid refreshment. Not wanting to sell a tainted product they decided to test a few quarts of their wares on the way home. When they finally arrived at Elk Falls in the dead of night they were both--I think the term used in the story was--"drunk'rn two waltzing piss ants "---but not so inebriated to loose their wits. They knew they had to hide their wares from John Law. My Dad had a freshly plowed rather large garden spot of a few acres where they proceeded to dig a hole here--one there---one over yonder--until all the shine was safely hid from prying eyes whereupon they "crashed" to sleep it off. Before morning there came a thunderstorm--a toad strangler--like a Holstein cow pi##ing on a flat rock, kind of rain. When they finally arose from their stupor, only to find the plowed garden was nothing but miniature hills and valleys (not unlike the wash board abs of my stomach ) and nothing to even hint at where something was freshly buried. I was told with much probing and digging they did recover a minute part of their haul. For several years to come when my Father would plow the garden he would hear the familiar "crunch" of another broken bottle---and my Mother said it was so sad to see a grown man sit on that tractor and shed the tears he did when it happened.
Not to be discouraged they made several more runs to Missouri for Cousin Ad (that would be Teresa's relation, not mine )
Now I aint real sure of the accuracy of this story so maybe ol Sarge will ask someone he knows personally to verify it.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA Sounds pretty real to me~~~~~~~
Not that I would ever believe a "bad thing" about either one of the heroes in this story.