someone snapped this photo of me once. didnt know they were there. couldnt resist the warm apple pie that was on the counter
Something embarrassing you never told anyone
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The way it went was:
Fall: Get a new pair of gym shoes. Cheap and on sale (at least at my house)
School year: Wear them only in gym class or indoor sports (basketball for me).
Spring: School lets out - wear those gym shoes all summer long or as long as they would last - they usually ripped apart at some point. We were pretty active and they took a lot of abuse - and remember, they were cheap.
I'm in category #2. Looking forward to rocking her world. I'm so good sometimes I scream out my own name.
With your size, you could probably go cheap and downgrade to a McDonald’s Apple Pie thing. Still have plenty of space and easier to grip.someone snapped this photo of me once. didnt know they were there. couldnt resist the warm apple pie that was on the counter
In college, I accidentally got a reputation of being a tough guy. A guy on our floor got hurt bad enough that he needed to go to the emergency room, A bunch of us packed him into a car and headed off. We lived in Birch Hall at the time and the drive into those dorms is a U-shape and very narrow. We got behind a car full of guys from another dorm, who decided to do a Chinese fire drill in front of us, not once, but twice.
With our injured guy moaning in pain, I'd had enough and on the second drill by the idiots, I got out of the car and yelled at them to, "Move that piece of $hit or I'll move it for you." I'm kind of a bigger guy, who wouldn't harm a fly, but you never saw anyone move so fast in your life as those guys.
Well, when we got back from the hospital, it was all over our floor how I had beaten up five guys from Barton Hall. A guy on our floor who knew some of the guys in Barton Hall said it was all over their floor too, although they had no idea who I was.
So, fade to a couple of months later and I'm beginning to believe my own press and feeling pretty pleased with myself. That's when me and another guy, both drunk, were walking down the sidewalk outside Birch when we encountered another guy who was looking for a fight. I told him to move on and he sucker punched me, knocking me flat on the cement.
I got up, brushed myself off and asked him what the hell that was for. He apologized, saying his girlfriend just broke up with him and he wasn't in a very good mood. I made the guy with me promise that he wouldn't tell anyone that I got knocked down because I kind of enjoyed my tough guy image. As far as I know, he never did. But it was still embarrassing for a "tough guy" to get knocked on his ass.
With our injured guy moaning in pain, I'd had enough and on the second drill by the idiots, I got out of the car and yelled at them to, "Move that piece of $hit or I'll move it for you." I'm kind of a bigger guy, who wouldn't harm a fly, but you never saw anyone move so fast in your life as those guys.
Well, when we got back from the hospital, it was all over our floor how I had beaten up five guys from Barton Hall. A guy on our floor who knew some of the guys in Barton Hall said it was all over their floor too, although they had no idea who I was.
So, fade to a couple of months later and I'm beginning to believe my own press and feeling pretty pleased with myself. That's when me and another guy, both drunk, were walking down the sidewalk outside Birch when we encountered another guy who was looking for a fight. I told him to move on and he sucker punched me, knocking me flat on the cement.
I got up, brushed myself off and asked him what the hell that was for. He apologized, saying his girlfriend just broke up with him and he wasn't in a very good mood. I made the guy with me promise that he wouldn't tell anyone that I got knocked down because I kind of enjoyed my tough guy image. As far as I know, he never did. But it was still embarrassing for a "tough guy" to get knocked on his ass.
IMO when a tough guy gets knocked on his ass, that doesn’t cancel the tough guy reputation. It’s how that guy responds in which either cancels it or validates it….
Your casual response and asking why mostly validates it IMO.
Not sure what era this story was from. I lived in Barton my freshman year, 2003. It was an honors dorm and full of pasty, skinny nerds who were terrified of women and deoderant. Never heard any rumors of people getting beat up but I stayed away from my dorm as much as possible. Knowing the residents of Barton, this story tracks.
Alright let’s get back to more pants crapping stories.
Freshman year at ISU me and my buddies liked to enjoy Keystone Ice of all things on occasion (good bang for your buck, I guess). One time while enjoying many, someone had the great idea we should get a waxing kit and wax various parts of our bodies.
Pubes stayed safe, guys were waxing things like legs, armpits and nipples. Eventually, someone convinced drunk me it'd be funny to wax off an eyebrow. Not part of an eyebrow, not both eyebrows, just one entire eyebrow.
Didn't have all that much regret until after the weekend when I had to go to class. Some nice girls from down the hall came and helped me draw one on with makeup, and I wore my hats down just about as far as they'd go. Took a solid 2-3 months for it to grow back in. Would not recommend.
Pubes stayed safe, guys were waxing things like legs, armpits and nipples. Eventually, someone convinced drunk me it'd be funny to wax off an eyebrow. Not part of an eyebrow, not both eyebrows, just one entire eyebrow.
Didn't have all that much regret until after the weekend when I had to go to class. Some nice girls from down the hall came and helped me draw one on with makeup, and I wore my hats down just about as far as they'd go. Took a solid 2-3 months for it to grow back in. Would not recommend.
It was some time between 1979-1981.
Totally agree.
He got knocked down, but he got up again. They're never gonna keep him down.
Well, the tough guy image was strengthened when, after a house meeting in the den during which it was revealed that I, a newcomer to the house, had never been "showered" as was customary with all newcomers to the house, the guys decided it was time to remedy that and tried to "shower" me. Showering involved throwing a guy into the shower fully clothed. At this point, I had been there several months already so I wasn't really a newcomer and I felt no need for a shower.
So about six or seven of them come at me and I vowed they'd never take me alive. I backed into a corner so they couldn't get at me from behind and started fending them off, shoving them away from me as they tried to grab my arms, legs, anything they could get a hold of. One guy finally did a wrestling move and got a hold of both of my legs. I immediately dropped down, knees first right into his chest. He let out a big "ooof" and immediately let go, clutching his chest. Their enthusiasm for the game waned after that and they left me alone. I never did get showered.
KidSilverhair
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“I take a whiskey drink
I take another drink
And when I have to pee
I use the kitchen sink”
- ”Tubthumping (Homer Simpson’s Version)”
I just freaking love a Hardee's.
My wife has corrupted my kids to the point they all mock people that eat there. But it is light years ahead of a McDonalds sandwich and they still deep fat fry their pies the way God intended. So I go there when I'm alone.
My wife has corrupted my kids to the point they all mock people that eat there. But it is light years ahead of a McDonalds sandwich and they still deep fat fry their pies the way God intended. So I go there when I'm alone.
Is loving Hardees, in-and-of-itself, the embarrassing thing???
I like a good Frisco burger myself.
KidSilverhair
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Mushroom and Swiss, or the hot ham and cheese … good stuff.Is loving Hardees, in-and-of-itself, the embarrassing thing???
I like a good Frisco burger myself.
Their breakfast biscuits are top-tier, as well. Or at least they used to be, I haven't had a Hardees breakfast in quite a while.
