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A pictures worth...

 

Once upon last Halloween at a street party in a land far, far away...

 

Johnny had some friends...

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He met and drank with lovely locals that shared similar thoughts...

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Sometimes different yet similar thoughts...

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He drank more and met more lovely locals...

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Looks like you had a bad day. :P

Yup, total shit evening! I despise beer and cute, friendly girls!

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Loser! :LOL:

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My brother, not me. He was with his friend Steven off in the open hills/fields where we grew up, they were about 13. There was always a rope swing or two somewhere. We had one on a pretty steep hill so that when you were all the way out you were probably 35-40 off the ground, but the best one went out and over a creek with essentially a cliff on the other side of the creek. So you're standing on this hill, maybe 30-40 feet from the creek at the bottom and staring at a cliff face that's probably 25 feet or so on the other side of the creek. My brother grabs the rope runs a bit and then is in the air swinging, he crosses the creek and just before he is about start coming back he lets go of the rope and grabs onto the roots and plants on the cliff face. The rope goes back the other way, his friend just lets it be and it swings back to my brother. It goes about as far as it's going to and my brother leaps off the cliff face and grabs the rope and swings back with this dumb ass grin, lands next to Steven (who is just looking at him like what the...) hands him the rope and says 'Ok, your turn."

 

Steven never did swing on that rope. He did remember that day though, unfortunately my brother died at 26 and Steven told this story at the funeral.

 

My brother was incredibly intelligent (could speak Latin, talk about philosophy, or philosophers, all night,) but he did not have a single lick of common sense. He was kind of like a 200lb labrador puppy, even still at 26.

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I'll tell my chess set story here.

 

My dad and his wife took my sister and me to Mexico on vacation in 1983. (I just returned there this past summer for the first time since then...but I digress).

 

There was one night that we took a cab from our hotel, on the beach, into town- there was a big open air, street market kind of thing going on for several square blocks right in the middle of Cancun. Vendors everywhere, selling all kinds of things.

 

I can't remember how long we were there, but the parental folks were all done and wanted to go back to the hotel. But my sister and I had not finished browsing around yet, and wanted to stay longer. So...they just left us there. I was 10 years old, and my sister was 13, and there we were, just walking around the street market by ourselves- literally thousands of other people around; it was a crazy scene.

 

She and I were big into playing chess at the time, and we found this metal chess set- big, heavy pieces made of brass and copper...it was great. So we bought it! And after that, we had fifty pesos left, between the two of us. (Based on the exchange rate at that time, fifty pesos was worth, literally, about seven cents).

 

Then we needed to get back to the hotel- but we didn't have enough money to get a cab, obviously.

 

"Do you remember the name of the hotel, even?", I asked. And she did. But neither one of us was too sure about how to get there. But we made our best guess, and set off, on foot, in the direction where we thought we needed to go. (We were pretty sure, anyway. Sort of). By this time, night had fallen, and we were hoofing it down a boulevard with no sidewalk, in the dark.

 

We'd gone on a little ways when this car stopped, in the middle of the road, maybe a hundred feet in front of us- not a cab, but just a totally unmarked car (a dark green Ford Grenada- I remember it to this day). And as we kept walking and approached it, the driver leaner over, rolled the passenger's side window down and said (in English, but with a very thick Spanish accent), "Heyyyyy, you need a ride?"

 

And my sister said, "Well, yeah, but we don't have any money or anything."

 

And he said, "Awww, ees okay, eye tek you!" (He almost cut her off while she was still talking, he said it so readily).

 

And so, umm...we got in his car. :P

 

To hasten the end of the story a bit, he did take us back to where we needed to go, free of charge.

 

But it could have turned out so much differently...

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I'll tell my chess set story here.

 

My dad and his wife took my sister and me to Mexico on vacation in 1983. (I just returned there this past summer for the first time since then...but I digress).

 

There was one night that we took a cab from our hotel, on the beach, into town- there was a big open air, street market kind of thing going on for several square blocks right in the middle of Cancun. Vendors everywhere, selling all kinds of things.

 

I can't remember how long we were there, but the parental folks were all done and wanted to go back to the hotel. But my sister and I had not finished browsing around yet, and wanted to stay longer. So...they just left us there. I was 10 years old, and my sister was 13, and there we were, just walking around the street market by ourselves- literally thousands of other people around; it was a crazy scene.

 

She and I were big into playing chess at the time, and we found this metal chess set- big, heavy pieces made of brass and copper...it was great. So we bought it! And after that, we had fifty pesos left, between the two of us. (Based on the exchange rate at that time, fifty pesos was worth, literally, about seven cents).

 

Then we needed to get back to the hotel- but we didn't have enough money to get a cab, obviously.

 

"Do you remember the name of the hotel, even?", I asked. And she did. But neither one of us was too sure about how to get there. But we made our best guess, and set off, on foot, in the direction where we thought we needed to go. (We were pretty sure, anyway. Sort of). By this time, night had fallen, and we were hoofing it down a boulevard with no sidewalk, in the dark.

 

We'd gone on a little ways when this car stopped, in the middle of the road, maybe a hundred feet in front of us- not a cab, but just a totally unmarked car (a dark green Ford Grenada- I remember it to this day). And as we kept walking and approached it, the driver leaner over, rolled the passenger's side window down and said (in English, but with a very thick Spanish accent), "Heyyyyy, you need a ride?"

 

And my sister said, "Well, yeah, but we don't have any money or anything."

 

And he said, "Awww, ees okay, eye tek you!" (He almost cut her off while she was still talking, he said it so readily).

 

And so, umm...we got in his car. :P

 

To hasten the end of the story a bit, he did take us back to where we needed to go, free of charge.

 

But it could have turned out so much differently...

 

Wow, that is scary on so many levels. But I'm glad it ended up okay!

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I'll tell my chess set story here.

 

My dad and his wife took my sister and me to Mexico on vacation in 1983. (I just returned there this past summer for the first time since then...but I digress).

 

There was one night that we took a cab from our hotel, on the beach, into town- there was a big open air, street market kind of thing going on for several square blocks right in the middle of Cancun. Vendors everywhere, selling all kinds of things.

 

I can't remember how long we were there, but the parental folks were all done and wanted to go back to the hotel. But my sister and I had not finished browsing around yet, and wanted to stay longer. So...they just left us there. I was 10 years old, and my sister was 13, and there we were, just walking around the street market by ourselves- literally thousands of other people around; it was a crazy scene.

 

She and I were big into playing chess at the time, and we found this metal chess set- big, heavy pieces made of brass and copper...it was great. So we bought it! And after that, we had fifty pesos left, between the two of us. (Based on the exchange rate at that time, fifty pesos was worth, literally, about seven cents).

 

Then we needed to get back to the hotel- but we didn't have enough money to get a cab, obviously.

 

"Do you remember the name of the hotel, even?", I asked. And she did. But neither one of us was too sure about how to get there. But we made our best guess, and set off, on foot, in the direction where we thought we needed to go. (We were pretty sure, anyway. Sort of). By this time, night had fallen, and we were hoofing it down a boulevard with no sidewalk, in the dark.

 

We'd gone on a little ways when this car stopped, in the middle of the road, maybe a hundred feet in front of us- not a cab, but just a totally unmarked car (a dark green Ford Grenada- I remember it to this day). And as we kept walking and approached it, the driver leaner over, rolled the passenger's side window down and said (in English, but with a very thick Spanish accent), "Heyyyyy, you need a ride?"

 

And my sister said, "Well, yeah, but we don't have any money or anything."

 

And he said, "Awww, ees okay, eye tek you!" (He almost cut her off while she was still talking, he said it so readily).

 

And so, umm...we got in his car. :P

 

To hasten the end of the story a bit, he did take us back to where we needed to go, free of charge.

 

But it could have turned out so much differently...

I SWEAR I've read this story before. Are you sure you haven't told this on TRF before?

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^ I may have, yeah. I'm not sure.

 

But it's one of my best stories. :P

 

It also happens to be 100% true.

Yeah, I believe it. My memory about random stories/items is scarily good at times so I'm positive you've posted it before. Not sure why I remember it though.

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Growing up in WI, got a lot of sledding in. There was a nearby hill that we would go to occasionally - not the closest, but worth the walk. The only downside was the tree-lined creek way down at the bottom. It was far away and rarely came into play, but when the snow got packed and icy, it occasionally became an issue.

 

We would make little jumps and things like that, and one time we we seeing how many people we could jump laying in front of the ramp. Got 4, then 5... kept making the ramp higher and higher. The ground was getting packed and my brother jumped 6 people and ended up in the creek. Now 8 people and I knew I had to go fast, flew down the hill... hit the ramp and caught a tree branch across my forehead. I did a backflip off the sled and landed on a couple of the guys laying by the ramp.

 

My brother and I walked home, him dripping wet, freezing and me with a split eyebrow. My parents just shook their heads. :)

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I'll tell my chess set story here.

 

My dad and his wife took my sister and me to Mexico on vacation in 1983. (I just returned there this past summer for the first time since then...but I digress).

 

There was one night that we took a cab from our hotel, on the beach, into town- there was a big open air, street market kind of thing going on for several square blocks right in the middle of Cancun. Vendors everywhere, selling all kinds of things.

 

I can't remember how long we were there, but the parental folks were all done and wanted to go back to the hotel. But my sister and I had not finished browsing around yet, and wanted to stay longer. So...they just left us there. I was 10 years old, and my sister was 13, and there we were, just walking around the street market by ourselves- literally thousands of other people around; it was a crazy scene.

 

She and I were big into playing chess at the time, and we found this metal chess set- big, heavy pieces made of brass and copper...it was great. So we bought it! And after that, we had fifty pesos left, between the two of us. (Based on the exchange rate at that time, fifty pesos was worth, literally, about seven cents).

 

Then we needed to get back to the hotel- but we didn't have enough money to get a cab, obviously.

 

"Do you remember the name of the hotel, even?", I asked. And she did. But neither one of us was too sure about how to get there. But we made our best guess, and set off, on foot, in the direction where we thought we needed to go. (We were pretty sure, anyway. Sort of). By this time, night had fallen, and we were hoofing it down a boulevard with no sidewalk, in the dark.

 

We'd gone on a little ways when this car stopped, in the middle of the road, maybe a hundred feet in front of us- not a cab, but just a totally unmarked car (a dark green Ford Grenada- I remember it to this day). And as we kept walking and approached it, the driver leaner over, rolled the passenger's side window down and said (in English, but with a very thick Spanish accent), "Heyyyyy, you need a ride?"

 

And my sister said, "Well, yeah, but we don't have any money or anything."

 

And he said, "Awww, ees okay, eye tek you!" (He almost cut her off while she was still talking, he said it so readily).

 

And so, umm...we got in his car. :P

 

To hasten the end of the story a bit, he did take us back to where we needed to go, free of charge.

 

But it could have turned out so much differently...

 

I'll agree with the others- I'm glad it came out OK back then!

 

It reminds me of a family story about my sister and a friend. We used to camp with another family, frequently. We kids were six girls, all together. (our parents were saints!) My sister, about 11, and same age friend, Annie, woke up really early one time we were camping and gathered all their fishing stuff. They walked about 2 miles to the fishing lake, caught a few things. (They had forgotten a stringer and put the fish in their knee socks :P) It started raining and just as the rest of us were getting up they turned up at camp with the fish socks!

 

Years later, our Dads say to sister and Annie, "Wow, that was quite a hike you took that morning you went fishing!" And they say, "The walk out was long, but some nice men in a truck stopped and gave us a ride back! They liked us carrying the fish in our socks!" Eeeek! Soooo glad that all came out OK!

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My parents go to church every Sunday and when I was a kid I had to go with them. I hated it and always wanted to leave early, so one time my mom let me--I was probably about 12 at the time. She gave me some money and asked me to pick up a couple of things from the grocery store across the street. I went into the store, grabbed the items, and put them on the counter at the checkout stand. That is when the cashier looked at me and said, "You're way too young to buy beer." My mom had totally forgotten about that when she sent me over to get the beer for my dad!

 

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All the Playboy talk made me think of this story...

 

I am not a strip club guy, really never had any interest in that scene, but I have gone 4 times. Once was when a buddy wanted to go after splitting with his wife. Once was in college, when we found out a fellow student was dancing there. The other 2 times were before a friend got married.

 

 

One of the times we took a friend before getting married, we went to the 1520 club - pretty much in the backyard of the White House. When we entered, a group leaving said "Bill Clinton was just in here!" I laughed, and the bouncer nodded his head and said "yeah." (I still don't believe it, but anyway...)

 

I was the DD, so I just hung back and watched. One friend bought the husband-to-be a private dance and then he went over to a little side stage. There was a red rope in front, and my friend was told to "stay behind the rope". He was giving the girl dollars and she was pushing against the wall, sliding across the stage at him. She did this a couple times, and them he leaned in over the rope and she slammed into him... 5 seconds later the bouncer was escorting him out of the establishment. He then told "everyone with that guy" to get out. I explained to him that a friend was getting a dance, and he allowed me to wait seeing I was pretty much just standing there the entire time.

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Growing up in WI, got a lot of sledding in. There was a nearby hill that we would go to occasionally - not the closest, but worth the walk. The only downside was the tree-lined creek way down at the bottom. It was far away and rarely came into play, but when the snow got packed and icy, it occasionally became an issue.

 

We would make little jumps and things like that, and one time we we seeing how many people we could jump laying in front of the ramp. Got 4, then 5... kept making the ramp higher and higher. The ground was getting packed and my brother jumped 6 people and ended up in the creek. Now 8 people and I knew I had to go fast, flew down the hill... hit the ramp and caught a tree branch across my forehead. I did a backflip off the sled and landed on a couple of the guys laying by the ramp.

 

My brother and I walked home, him dripping wet, freezing and me with a split eyebrow. My parents just shook their heads. :)

 

OMG! :LOL:

 

We had that same type of hill back in the late 60's living just outside of Kansas City with a creek at the bottom.

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