You can't truly appreciate the good parts of your life without having lived through some major funk. Our parents had the Depression and WWII. What a pregnant dog slap that was. It was all down hill with a tailwind after that. The dog scene was for sure a sign. Here's to more goodness.

I scrubbed out of college, got re-classed 1A with a bad lottery number and was waiting for a draft notice...it never came

even though my high school gym teacher (who hated me) was head of the local Draft Board

and promised me he would get me sent to Vietnam to get my ass shot off the moment I lost my deferment

Quote from: RAT900 on November 18, 2011, 08:53:21 AM
One awful slushy winter day I saw a stray dog trying to hump a matted, frozen dead stray dog by the gutter on Frelinghuysen Ave

he was just stopping in for a cold one..

My number was in the low 320s. Had that going for me. My brother bungled college and joined the Air Force to avoid Nam and ended up at a SAC base in Seoul, Korea servicing B-52s. He wanted to be an air traffic controller... I think they were way too smart to let him in the tower.

OK... back to horny teenagers. My soon to hit 15 year old step son hasn't gone girl crazy yet and Mom is scared shitless. There's a storm coming.

Quote from: ducatiz on November 18, 2011, 09:27:05 AM
he was just stopping in for a cold one..

My wife just asked what I was laughing at!

Thanks, once again, Rat for making my day. 

Oh well...I was 17 once and my girlfriend at the time and I would do it any place I could find to park my Bug.  Yeah, we got "caught" a few times...good times...

Quote from: ZLTFUL on November 18, 2011, 10:08:35 AM
Thanks, once again, Rat for making my day. 

...says the monkey performing coitus with a football

Quote from: fastwin on November 18, 2011, 09:33:54 AM
My wife just asked what I was laughing at!

did you try to explain? 

Quote from: ducatiz on November 18, 2011, 10:58:21 AM
...says the monkey performing coitus with a football

I thought that was Roeutheuleusibeurguer recieving a snap.  

Quote from: RAT900 on November 18, 2011, 11:01:21 AM
did you try to explain? 

Why bother? No humor gene in that girl.

Quote from: fastwin on November 18, 2011, 11:28:09 AM
Why bother? No humor gene in that girl.

as long as she has the patience and tolerance genes...those are more important

What are those?

Quote from: RAT900 on November 18, 2011, 08:53:21 AM
Many many MANY years ago (1972 or so) I was driving an Auto Parts Delivery Truck for a Newark Auto Parts and Supply shop......

and I was supplementing my income by wholesaling kilo bricks of weed in the Newark Housing Projects....all while living in a cold water railroad flat in East Orange above a pharmacy

I was horribly depressed....

One awful slushy winter day I saw a stray dog trying to hump a matted, frozen dead stray dog by the gutter on Frelinghuysen Ave

I took it as a sign that my life needed to turn a corner

I feel like those should be the opening lines from an east coast Raymond Carveresque short story. 

Part of zoning administration involves inspections of our major shopping centers for violations... illegal signage, outdoor storage, unenclosed dumpsters, etc...  it's routine to take a spin through the mall's parking lots right after lunchtime or in early afternoon.

I've instructed my employees to make sure they coast up behind any rocking vehicles they find, hit the hazzard lights and horn, and say "You, in the car! Stop it right now!" through the P.A.  The guy with the best picture in his camera phone of the suprised couple usually gets lunch from the rest of the office at the end of the month.