You bet i'm gonna try and get em...They are better
at stealth and planning than me, partly because i'm not good at chess, but i can
play checkers and it was their town and their bar. To this day, even at
funerals they tell the story and i have not the proper and deserving
comeback. And the more i think about it, i think they were all in on it,
even the bartender cause as soon as i hit the door she was on me w/ her
broom. Any ideas? ts
Very interesting story.....so still waiting to get them on that
one.
I think the streaking gene must be in my family. After reading your
story, it reminded me of one from my own family. My father (not Jack,
but my biological dad) was a bit of a party guy. Would come home drunk
every so often. Well, one day my mother decided to fix him.
So, she did like your buddies, and bet him that he wouldn't strip off and run
around the OUTSIDE of the house. This is about 10:00 am, so being
the party guy that he tended to be, he did. The minute he went
out the door, she locked it behind him. AND didn't let him back
in. He hid in the bushes for literally hours, and then I think she ended
up calling the cops on him. Of course spending a night in jail was not
new to him. :))) But, he was a really good person, just
drank too much.
Jody
Tom S! ites <goearth@xxxxxxxxxxx>
wrote:
I have a beautiful photo taken of a former
rider in the Great American Horse race sitting atop Harlan Morrow's buckskin
Quarter Horse, beautifully naked as a jay bird. You'd think the
GAHR was a tolerant and wild bunch, but she was booted out of camp. I
guess she made the mistake of streaking the camp in Utah, when the press
happend to be in camp. Some day i'd like to publish that photo.
My only experience was 20 years or so ago when
the streak song played all the time and i was in Holts Bar in Roanoke,
Va. w/ my crazy cousins. They took up wagers that they could get
someone to streak and told me! that if i did i would get half. Being
crazy myself i took the bet. Well i stripped down at the bar to
everything but my sunglasses and went for the door and got there and it was
locked.... I turned arround probably red all over and the the lady bartender
was there w/ a broom and hit me over the head and knocked my sunglasses off
as my cousins were laughing and howling at the bar pointing their fingers at
me. It was one my my most embaressing moments. I finally got out
and they paid up, but to this day i have never forgot that experience and
somehow give them their "Pay Back'. So far i haven't thought of
anything as good to do to them as they did to me. But i'm still
thinking..... ts
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