lechero wrote:

choad wrote:

Yo, Lech!

Howz "The Home of the Homeless" treating you?

Errrrr. . . are you referring to my itinerant road warrior lifestyle??? Or my wretched habit of waking up under the bushes??? More to the point, how'd ya guess?!?

Sorry, I thought you call Santa Monica home. I lived all over Colorado, from Greeley to Denver to Grand Junction and points in between, but finally couldn't hack its headlong rush to develop every square inch. Richard Lamm was still governor when I left. Boom, or bust, there was no tomorrow. Casinos were squatting on all of my favorite haunts when I returned for a visit not long ago. Wasn't a bad place to spend a delayed adolescence, though, you don't count the horror that is 3.2 beer.

Dmtdust wrote:

Johnny_Rotten wrote:

If you could only zoom a littlle bit more you could very well see my old house dusty. One upstairs view looked back at ya the other looked out upon the drugstore cowboys

I drive by a methadone clinic everyday.... Re Drugstore Cowboy... A good friend worked on that, and in fact introduced my wife and I to each other a few years before...

Yes the place I was referring to is the filming location with the short diner countertop up on the mt.  It is diagonally across the street from a methodone clinic in a building that also has a geriactic care facility. I loved living in old wood houses on the cinder cone. Ours had all kinds of funky tech for its era. Dumbwaiters, ironing boards built into hidden panels, little chutes in the baseboards for sweeping to a central bin. A built in ammonia fridge and cold cupboards with the pipes snaking under the shelves.

choad wrote:

phoQ wrote:

choad, how many states have you actually lived in?  I’ve got 5 but it seems like you have a lot more.

I led a vagrant's life, stuck out my thumb and never loitered long in one place. I've posted this embarssment before, so what the hell.

Timeline of two months or more in one place, with willful omissions:

-1953-
       Conceived in Wareham, Massachusetts
-1954-
       Born in Norfolk, Virginia
-1955-
       Bedford Village, New York
-1956-
-1957-
-1958-
       Lima, Peru
-1959-
-1960-
-1961-
       Sudbury, Massachusetts
       Bedford Village, New York
-1962-
       Bedford Village, New York
       White Township, New Jersey
-1963-
-1964-
       Old Greenwich, Connecticut
-1965-
       Sudbury, Massachusetts
-1966-

-1967-
       Old Greenwich, Connecticut
-1968-
-1969-
-1970-
       Lima, Peru
       Marion, Massachusetts
-1971-
       Marion, Massachusetts
       Edgartown, Massachusetts
-1972-
       Old Greenwich, Connecticut
       Edgartown, Massachusetts
       Toronto, Canada
-1973-
       Denver, Colorado
-1974-
       Evergreen, Colorado
       Frisco, Colorado
-1975-
       Frisco, Colorado
       Greeley, Colorado
-1976-
       Greeley, Colorado
       Dillon, Colorado
       Capitola-Santa Cruz, California
-1977-
       Old Greenwich, Connecticut
       Los Angeles, California
       Columbia, Missouri
       Plymouth, Massachusetts
       Columbia, Missouri
-1978-
       Columbia, Missouri
-1979-
       Boulder, Colorado
       Delray Beach, Florida
       Mantolooking, New Jersey
       Plainfield, New Jersey
       Montclair, New Jersey
       East Orange, New Jersey
       Astoria, Queens, New York
-1980-
       Florence, Massachusetts
       East Hampton, Massachusetts
       Amherst, Massachusetts
-1981-
       Amherst, Massachusetts
       Providence, Rhode Island
-1982-
       Barre, Vermont
       Montpelier, Vermont
       Brattleboro, Vermont
-1983-
       Brattleboro, Vermont
       St. Louis, Missouri
       Columbia, Missouri
-1984-
       Columbia, Missouri
       Santa Cruz, California
       Watsonville, California
-1985-
       Watsonville, California
       Santa Cruz, California
       Des Moines, Iowa
-1986-
       Des Moines, Iowa
-1987-
       Des Moines, Iowa
       Panama City, Panama
       San Jose, Costa Rica
       Manchester, New Hampshire
-1988-
       Manchester, New Hampshire
       Groton, Massachusetts
-1989-
       Wareham, Massachusetts
       Barrington, Rhode Island
       Bristol, Rhode Island
-1990-
       Bristol, Rhode Island
-1991-
       Providence, Rhode Island
-1992-
-1993-
       Manchester, New Hampshire
       Providence, Rhode Island
-1994-
-1995-
-1996-
       East Greenwich, Rhode Island
-1997-
       Providence, Rhode Island
       Manchester, New Hampshire
-1998-
       Providence, Rhode Island
       Gainsville, Florida
       Providence, Rhode Island
-1999-
       Providence, Rhode Island
-2000-
       Rumford, East Providence, Rhode Island
       Riverside, East Providence, Rhode Island
       Yorktown Heights, New York
       Providence, Rhode Island
-2001-
       Cranston, Rhode Island
-2002-
       Wareham, Massachusetts

Jesus! Were you on the run from the law in '79 or what?

Choad what were you doing in Yorktown Heights? My gal's family is ingrained in that town.

Johnny_Rotten wrote:

Choad what were you doing in Yorktown Heights? My gal's family is ingrained in that town.

Then she should recognize this next shot, the house I lived in on the main drag.

Banjo wrote:

I just had the VERY unpleasant experience of paying $750.00 for a bottle of Jagermeister at Prive in PH. I'm not a nightclub guy, but was dragged there by much younger friends.

With friends like those...

ah297900 wrote:

Banjo wrote:

I just had the VERY unpleasant experience of paying $750.00 for a bottle of Jagermeister at Prive in PH. I'm not a nightclub guy, but was dragged there by much younger friends.

Goddamn--and I'm still pissed about paying $40 for two single Makers at some jazz bar where they just played Time-Life style greatest hits.

Go back, party your ass off and skip out. I mean, they robbed you first, right?

I got stuck paying $32 for a dead nazi (one drink) recently at a bachelor party. I didn't even order the drink, the deadbeat brother ordered the drink and told the waitress I was buying it. What is worse is that the groom-to-be was at his 3rd bar/strip club, was totally wasted and had no stomach for the contents of the drink.

He's a pro, though. He drank it, then covertly threw up JUST THE ONE SHOT (never seen anything like it) where he sat and partied on. That was one expensive carpet stain...

GooberMcNutly wrote:

Every decent vibe shop where I have ever darkened the doorstep do a "quality check" on every one before purchase, with batteries and a 1 minute run-in. It's quite the show and fun to watch when someone buys the "Mr. Fusion 5000 watt model" and has to sit there while it growls away like a weed whacker. "No Returns" is what the sign says, and I, for one, thank them for the policy.

Just get one you can fix yourself if it breaks:



It's got a two-stroke engine--easy to repair and maintain. Or, you could save up and get the big-block 350. Works on concrete and cooze; just remember to disinfect.

*Flex shaft sold separately.

Banjo wrote:

The scam works like this; You're handed a menu of bottles for sale. It was the VIP section so you had to buy by the bottle. Jager was a mid-priced bottle of liquor checking in at $450.00 (sickening enough).

That's the point where I'd have left. 

Actually, I never would have gone there in the first place.  If my friends really need to go drink at a nightclub then they can do it without me.  For the price of the cover charge and the however-many drink minimum I can get Right Smashed at home while listening to music that I don't hate and looking at porno chicks on the CRT who are equally likely to get me off, and far less likely to infect and rob me.

Banjo wrote:

jesusluvspegging wrote:

For the price of the cover charge and the however-many drink minimum I can get Right Smashed at home while listening to music that I don't hate and looking at porno chicks on the CRT who are equally likely to get me off, and far less likely to infect and rob me.

$750.00 will buy approx. 26 liters of store bought Jager. I could have been hammered for the whole summer.

I was assuming non-VIP prices.

Yeah, for seven hundred and fifty bucks I could go on fucking vacation.

sic wrote:

http://i33.tinypic.com/5ai874.jpg


Alright HKG?  (SOuth SIde!)

Man, that picture is old as dirt.  Have you been downtown in the last 25 years?

Banjo wrote:

Oh, you pay up front. The scam works like this; You're handed a menu of bottles for sale. It was the VIP section so you had to buy by the bottle. Jager was a mid-priced bottle of liquor checking in at $450.00 (sickening enough). A hot girl who is considered your "waitress" brings the bottle to you and hands you the bill. It is now $750.00. Oh, they forgot to mention that your "waitress" gets a 40% tip (OK she's hot) and the bar gets an additional 8% tip (why?). Throw in some mixer charges and tax and it was $750.00. The final kick in the nuts is the hot "waitress" introduces you to a little gay fellow with a Britney hat and suspenders. She whispers to me that he'll be taking care of me tonight and BTW he doesn't get any of the 40% tip. There goes another $50.00 for filling my ice bucket.

Wow.  I'm glad I don't have a dick to do my thinking for me.

On the other hand, $750 for a designer bag is a sound business investment.

headkicker_girl wrote:

Banjo wrote:

Oh, you pay up front. The scam works like this; You're handed a menu of bottles for sale. It was the VIP section so you had to buy by the bottle. Jager was a mid-priced bottle of liquor checking in at $450.00 (sickening enough). A hot girl who is considered your "waitress" brings the bottle to you and hands you the bill. It is now $750.00. Oh, they forgot to mention that your "waitress" gets a 40% tip (OK she's hot) and the bar gets an additional 8% tip (why?). Throw in some mixer charges and tax and it was $750.00. The final kick in the nuts is the hot "waitress" introduces you to a little gay fellow with a Britney hat and suspenders. She whispers to me that he'll be taking care of me tonight and BTW he doesn't get any of the 40% tip. There goes another $50.00 for filling my ice bucket.

Wow.  I'm glad I don't have a dick to do my thinking for me.

On the other hand, $750 for a designer bag is a sound business investment.

Lasts a hell of a lot longer than a bottle of Jager, too.

headkicker_girl wrote:

feisty wrote:

George, I agree.  My first vibrator ever was a big deal for me... I was nervous and embarassed and all of the above.  I was 18, so still a virgin at that time... now I don't give a fuck.  Anyway, broke when I took it out of the package.  I was devisated.  30 bucks down the drain, cause as you say, there was NO way I was going to return that thing!

Scotty, as miserable as I was, I could not have betrayed my vows.  In mind, in spirit, with my right hand, but not in actuality.  Us baptist girls have some principles.

I had someone recommend the rabbit.  What a piece of shit that was.  Not only was it not very erotic (the fucking ears felt like it was gnawing at my clit), it broke before I could even get off.  I'm convinced that most of these gadgets are designed by men for their viewing pleasure and nothing more.

Agreed.  I am quite pleased with my Eroscillator.  Worth every penny of my ex's money.

choad wrote:

Taint wrote:

1984- Stowe, Vermont

Hmph. Like it there?

Hated it, but I'd been offered a job at the Stowe Reporter when I got out of high school.

Baywolfe wrote:

phoQ wrote:

Baywolfe wrote:

Viva!

sofaking wrote:

Every day, I thank Satan I live here in hell.

Sin City is unique.  In Vegas, I have: done a pole dance, smoked pot with strangers, gotten loads of free drinks, been groped by whores, snorted cocaine in a public bathroom stall with a complete stranger, fired machine guns, and been challenged to fights all while wearing a Starfleet uniform.  And I don't even gamble.

Hey, hey, hey!

What happens in Vegas, STAYS in Vegas.

Al, is that you?

orangeplus wrote:

God, those guys come through here every year and it's even more annoying than the Blue Angels.