Holy crap Bill. 215 in 5th grade? You must have the terror of the schoolyard? Hope you didn’t take other kids milk money?
Only for chocolate milk LOL... dang sweet tooth! Never the bully, always bullied. Then one day in HS running laps, of course, the fat kid came in last... It was like a lousy nascar race; I was getting lapped. Everytime this jock passed me, he slapped me on the head. I took off after him and the coach blew the whistle. He made the other 198 students stand around the gym and let me chase the kid. "You can do what ever you want with open fists" was the order. I chased that bastard about 50 feet and had him on the floor. I beat him senseless with open hands until we were both bleeding and he was crying. Vengeance was sweet. It took several guys and the coach to get me off him. Thats what a bad temper does for you. I should ad that the same kid taunted me since 4th grade. Yeah... him and his green teeth. LOL... His mom took tetracycline when he was in vitro. 10 years later we met up and were best pals... go figger. He still had green teeth LOL> An addendum; at 215, I was probably on my 3rd amphetamine diet and already lost 50 pounds. Summed up, probably lost 5-600 lbs over my life. ws One day in the locker room, Bob sees a fat man with a cork in his ass. Curious, he asks the fat man how it got there. "Well," says the fat man, "I was walking along the beach when I tripped over a lamp. There was a puff of smoke and this great magnificent guy in a turban came rolling out, it said, I am a genie. For releasing me I can grant you one wish? And I said, 'No s**t!'" Ego quod culus
Dave, you gotta try Rays Seafood in Rye. Nuthin' better than fried shrimp dipped in butter. I swear they change their oil daily. Haddock is over the top! (I dip that in butter too). Mud clams only, so no grit.
Mud clams the best. Essex all the way to Maine only place they are! Going to Maine tomorrow. Have to find something up there.
That must have entailed the use of some excellent mind altering substances to generate such a conversation!
Sausage in the can is somewhere you DONT want to go these days LOL... call 'em cocktail weenies now haha... ws
My paternal grandfather died at 64. My father died at 63. Both were smokers and both died of cancer. I'm 74 and gave up smoking more then 30 years ago. I'm 74. Draw your own conclusions.
Dave, let us see the nutrition label on that can. Sausage? Everything goes into sausage. What other disgusting things are you going to eat next? How about some SPAM?
Larry it was right next to the spam. I was thinking of grabbing a can. It’s all Jim’s fault. Whenever someone tells me what not to eat something I eat it. I guess it’s a character flaw? Pickled pigs feet is next. The unnatural looking red ones.
