Getting in “Troubleâ€
- flatlander13
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Getting in “Troubleâ€
Tell us ways you have got yourself into “Trouble.â€
- ygmir
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really, Gyre, did she ever talk to you, at all?.........except, of course, with her heart........gyre wrote:That's hysterical.
Got in trouble once when I got drunk and didn't sleep with a girl that was seducing me.
I told her I was too tired to drink.
She never did talk to me again.

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- Trishntek
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Trish and ntek were at Miss Kitty's parlor on Santa Monica Blvd. in Hollywood. Kind of a rave/afterhours/pseudo-fetish party club several years ago. They were sitting in the porn viewing room when a couple next to them started fucking right there in the midst of the club. Thinking,,,, what the hell,,,,, Trish starts giving ntek a blowjob.
Welllll wouldn'tyaknowit,,,, somebody told Miss Kitty and she comes strolling in saying, "somebody having sex in here"? Well it was obvious what the couple beside us were doing,,,, but Trish lifts her head and looks at Miss Kitty,,,, and well ntek's thingy was standing at attention,,,, pretty obvious-like,,, and yup,,, we got booted out of a rave/afterhours/pseudo-fetish party club in Hollywood.
Welllll wouldn'tyaknowit,,,, somebody told Miss Kitty and she comes strolling in saying, "somebody having sex in here"? Well it was obvious what the couple beside us were doing,,,, but Trish lifts her head and looks at Miss Kitty,,,, and well ntek's thingy was standing at attention,,,, pretty obvious-like,,, and yup,,, we got booted out of a rave/afterhours/pseudo-fetish party club in Hollywood.
RETROFROLIC, the place of Pink, Pain and Pleasure!
http://www.retrofrolic.com
Some call me Tnt,,,, works for me!
http://www.retrofrolic.com
Some call me Tnt,,,, works for me!
- AntiM
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I don't recall ever getting caught at anything.
However, as a teen living in Shiraz, my buddies weren't as bright. I would say, "Wouldn't it be funny if...?" and the dang fools would go out and try my wild ideas. They'd get caught and whine, "But Margaret said...." Their moms would look around and ask, "Where is Margaret?" Well, Margaret wasn't anywhere near the scene of the crime, ever. Denise caught on, but the other kids never did.
I feel so very eeeee-ville right now.
However, as a teen living in Shiraz, my buddies weren't as bright. I would say, "Wouldn't it be funny if...?" and the dang fools would go out and try my wild ideas. They'd get caught and whine, "But Margaret said...." Their moms would look around and ask, "Where is Margaret?" Well, Margaret wasn't anywhere near the scene of the crime, ever. Denise caught on, but the other kids never did.
I feel so very eeeee-ville right now.
- goathead
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FNG's= Fucking New Guysgyre wrote:wtfgoathead wrote: FNG's PPE
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"bottle rocket, fire works war, 3 to 1 "
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fkn acrnyms
PPE= Personal Protective Equipment/ hard hats, safety glasses, gloves, non-flammable clothing.
They might have got off a dozen shots total.
My first shot was 72 rockets, if I could have got the whole gross in that dam thing they would have been even more fucked then they where.
I used 3 gross of rockets on them and a dozen 2" mortor shells.
They where all marked, burned and bruised.
Dumb kids.
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- Trishntek
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Don't know the answer to that, but I do know what happens when you throw burning tissue down an outhouse hole,,,,, KABOOOOOOOM!Fire_Moose wrote:Hey, what happens when you throw a rocket engine into a fire?
RETROFROLIC, the place of Pink, Pain and Pleasure!
http://www.retrofrolic.com
Some call me Tnt,,,, works for me!
http://www.retrofrolic.com
Some call me Tnt,,,, works for me!
- Sail Man
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Oversea's me and some buds moved a coke machine in front of another guys barracks room door trapping him inside. We left it plugged in so he could at least buy a pop. Hell, it even had budweiser in it for 50 cents so he could even party
Oddly we found ourselves in the first sgt's office 0800 the next morning. He told us to stop effing with govt stuff and that if we wanted to eff with something do it to our shit. So later that day, as he's driving by my end of the barracks on his way home, he finds me slightly inebriated, lighting my model airplanes on fire and crashing them into the ground. I can still see the look on his face as he rolls his eyes and drives away
Ahhh yes, our govt tax dollars well spent.
Oddly we found ourselves in the first sgt's office 0800 the next morning. He told us to stop effing with govt stuff and that if we wanted to eff with something do it to our shit. So later that day, as he's driving by my end of the barracks on his way home, he finds me slightly inebriated, lighting my model airplanes on fire and crashing them into the ground. I can still see the look on his face as he rolls his eyes and drives away
Ahhh yes, our govt tax dollars well spent.
Excuse me Ma'am, your going to feel a small prick.
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- TomServo
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Last year, blew a hole in the roof of my studio apartment with my Hungarian AK. Not proud of it, and its resulted in the biggest nightmare of my life!
Oh! Got put on the curb, for accidently running between girls, skipping rope. Got rope burn on my neck, and still feel I got shafted....but it was in Germany. Ah well!
Oh! Got put on the curb, for accidently running between girls, skipping rope. Got rope burn on my neck, and still feel I got shafted....but it was in Germany. Ah well!
anything worth doing is worth overdoing..
Note: Flatlander13 and I are long time friends....
Year was 1976. Location Walla Walla High School.
I had just moved to Walla Walla Wa. due to my Dads job transfer.
I was the "California Kid" Trying to fit in.
The Seniors had just attempted a Senior Prank and it didn't go so well.
I decided to get a few Junior classmates from each of the social groups on campus.
The school was built just on the edge of town and my folks bought a house right across the street from the stoner parking lot. We used the house for the prank staging base.
The School has a small creek (raging Yellowhawk ) that runs through the campus with 2 foot bridges for crossing.
Now the Seniors just got drunk and tossed car bodies and other junk into the creek. Didn't work to well besides getting busted and had to clean it up.
Our group planned it out and and we used old conveyor belts, railroad ties and feed sacks full of sawdust to plug any holes.
We got done just as the morning sun came up. The water got high enough to spill over the banks but no flooding damage happened.
I had asked the School's newspaper photographer to come along and he took a few shots with all of us standing on the bridge. The paper printed the photo with our face's blocked out. Well Flatlander had the "70s big hair" then. The asst. Principal (Mr. Ratco) called him to the office to busted him, cuz his hair was in the photo...Flatlander didn't get in trouble for it, but he did get grilled and threatened a lot. They never really figured out who did it until our Senior Year when the yearbook came out with the same photo but no blacked out face's. As I walked the stage the Principal leaned in to tell me thanks for the "fence-post" over the years. He used the railroad ties for his property. We built the dam a total of 3 times but the 1st was the best.
Maybe Flatlander will tell you about his motorcycle riding skills while on campus sometime....

Year was 1976. Location Walla Walla High School.
I had just moved to Walla Walla Wa. due to my Dads job transfer.
I was the "California Kid" Trying to fit in.
The Seniors had just attempted a Senior Prank and it didn't go so well.
I decided to get a few Junior classmates from each of the social groups on campus.
The school was built just on the edge of town and my folks bought a house right across the street from the stoner parking lot. We used the house for the prank staging base.
The School has a small creek (raging Yellowhawk ) that runs through the campus with 2 foot bridges for crossing.
Now the Seniors just got drunk and tossed car bodies and other junk into the creek. Didn't work to well besides getting busted and had to clean it up.
Our group planned it out and and we used old conveyor belts, railroad ties and feed sacks full of sawdust to plug any holes.
We got done just as the morning sun came up. The water got high enough to spill over the banks but no flooding damage happened.
I had asked the School's newspaper photographer to come along and he took a few shots with all of us standing on the bridge. The paper printed the photo with our face's blocked out. Well Flatlander had the "70s big hair" then. The asst. Principal (Mr. Ratco) called him to the office to busted him, cuz his hair was in the photo...Flatlander didn't get in trouble for it, but he did get grilled and threatened a lot. They never really figured out who did it until our Senior Year when the yearbook came out with the same photo but no blacked out face's. As I walked the stage the Principal leaned in to tell me thanks for the "fence-post" over the years. He used the railroad ties for his property. We built the dam a total of 3 times but the 1st was the best.
Maybe Flatlander will tell you about his motorcycle riding skills while on campus sometime....
I was Born OK the 1st Time....
Don't bring defaultia to Burning Man, take Burning Man to defaultia...... graidawg
Don't bring defaultia to Burning Man, take Burning Man to defaultia...... graidawg
When I was young I was a innocent. I believed in all the Catholic teachings I was taught and walked the straight and narrow. Your run of the mill goody-two-shoes. But in middle school they wanted us to dissect a cow heart and I didn't want to. I have a physical response to certain things and that was one of them. He tried to force me to by handing me one on this black tray. I vomitted on his brand new shoes.
When I was a little older, I was talking to a priest about God. I had so many questions. So many things that didn't feel right. I needed to know. And after awhile he tells me "Sometimes you just have to believe." I told him "Thats what they said about Santa Claus."
In college, I had a prof. talk to me about my papers and how they kept in the area that I was supposed to talk about but how I always seemed to find a loophole to talk about whatever I thought was interesting. He wanted me to be more "focused on the exact meaning" of the works he wanted. To which I replied "Loopholes? Like sleeping with your college staff members instead of your students." Wasn't talked to again.
When I was a little older, I was talking to a priest about God. I had so many questions. So many things that didn't feel right. I needed to know. And after awhile he tells me "Sometimes you just have to believe." I told him "Thats what they said about Santa Claus."
In college, I had a prof. talk to me about my papers and how they kept in the area that I was supposed to talk about but how I always seemed to find a loophole to talk about whatever I thought was interesting. He wanted me to be more "focused on the exact meaning" of the works he wanted. To which I replied "Loopholes? Like sleeping with your college staff members instead of your students." Wasn't talked to again.
We break to remind us how to mend.
- AntiM
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Used to be that in Ogden, the city would pick up bagged leaves on certain announced days. You could pick up a LOT of leaves off the curb in one night. After all, it takes a LOT of leaves to fill a car completely through the sunroof. But I know nothing of that.
Ah the 70s. Ever tell a streaker you'd watch their clothes? Yeah, we're still watching your clothes, they're in this bag we have right here, over at Arctic Circle. I needed to go get a soda... funny, he never trusted us again...
And then there was chad. Once upon a time, communications and mass messages in the Navy were sent over teletypes. The machines ran a yellow paper tape and the messages were punched out in code. The tiny, tiny punched out circles were called chad. You'd get bags and bags of it to dispose of. We disposed of it in toolboxes, desk drawers, lockers, unlocked cars, and in Larry's case on an old ship, pneumatic message tubes.
I miss chad.
Ah the 70s. Ever tell a streaker you'd watch their clothes? Yeah, we're still watching your clothes, they're in this bag we have right here, over at Arctic Circle. I needed to go get a soda... funny, he never trusted us again...
And then there was chad. Once upon a time, communications and mass messages in the Navy were sent over teletypes. The machines ran a yellow paper tape and the messages were punched out in code. The tiny, tiny punched out circles were called chad. You'd get bags and bags of it to dispose of. We disposed of it in toolboxes, desk drawers, lockers, unlocked cars, and in Larry's case on an old ship, pneumatic message tubes.
I miss chad.
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When we were growing up we would turn the lawn sprinkler on and run thru it in the summer. One time my sister was sick and we wanted to run thru the sprinkler.
Mom said your sister can't go outside because she's sick, so I brought the sprinkler in the house. I was around 6 or 7 when I did that so my sister was 8 or 9
Mom said your sister can't go outside because she's sick, so I brought the sprinkler in the house. I was around 6 or 7 when I did that so my sister was 8 or 9
My cats are cuter than your grandkids!
"Government is not the solution to our problems, government is the problem." Ronald Reagan
"Government is not the solution to our problems, government is the problem." Ronald Reagan
- ygmir
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*wipes sandwich bits off screen*..........Thecatman wrote:When we were growing up we would turn the lawn sprinkler on and run thru it in the summer. One time my sister was sick and we wanted to run thru the sprinkler.
Mom said your sister can't go outside because she's sick, so I brought the sprinkler in the house. I was around 6 or 7 when I did that so my sister was 8 or 9
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- TomServo
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Didn't really get in trouble, got yelled at by my step dad, and almost got my ass kicked. But, were visiting a family in Germany, and I was sent to their kids room. They kept making fun of me, because I was wearing a Superman t-shirt. The oldest kid said, "look at this stupid American! He thinks he's Superman!" To which I replied, " Fuck you! You Fucking Nazis!" They promptly chased my ass out of the house, and into a field. I was able to find a hiding place, but got an earful after we left.
anything worth doing is worth overdoing..