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It hit me like a sack of mushy potato's, I should be eating spaghetti pie but Tiny Tim is more my speed right now.
Its funny how things really feel,act,smell and react when a good buzz comes along!
Any questions or answers that should be addressed now? I'm Twitchin like a skinned cat in an alcohol bath.




The Bitch on the drums is a show-off.

Ooops...........



Its a nice traveling song like when your walking in the high grass in Florida next to a swamp.

I'm thinking the stars are out and no one else is nice. Walking becomes fun and a person finds themselves skipping, then running like hell.

Marty Feldman a nice guy but long winded like a song hissing from the tail end of a lunatic fat guy on a boat heading for an invisible island filled with pineapples and umbrellas (where the hell is Tikki) I'm sure she would understand all this Gobbley goop that streams out of my custard stained cerebrum stem and for good reason. She's "insane".

Being drunk is not the way to go through life, Maggot.

Never mind, what the fuck am I saying. I'm considering getting a bumper sticker that says Drunk Life instead of Salt Life. Every other car down here has a Salt Life bumper sticker, I'm not sure if that's only a Florida thing.

Well, it was a Florida thing when the salt from the ocean rusted my beautiful Lark (Studebaker) car in 1961.

Tiny Tim was ahead of his time. He was kinda like a then-combo of Weird Al and Yanni. I liked the freaky bastard. BTW, that OP video looks like it was recorded at the Dating Game studio, same big ass flowers.

Anyway, fairly drunk -- so long as you're not driving, operating heavy machinery, or expected at a PTA meeting -- can be a real a good place to be every now and again; kinda like tip-toeing through the tulips. I hope you've taken off your socks, Maggot.

P.s. I hope Tiki checks in soon too.

I hope Maggot doesn't get alcohol poisoning. Those old folks can handle it.

(08-08-2014, 11:38 PM)blueberryhill Wrote: [ -> ]Well, it was a Florida thing when the salt from the ocean rusted my beautiful Lark (Studebaker) car in 1961.

Yep, that's the one drawback of living near the ocean. Not only did it rust holes in two of my cars, it's rusting everything around my house. The AC unit, the hinges on the fence, all the outside lights and door handles, my patio furniture...

Don't tell me that. I love living near the seaside.

(08-09-2014, 10:15 AM)sally Wrote: [ -> ]

(08-08-2014, 11:38 PM)blueberryhill Wrote: [ -> ]Well, it was a Florida thing when the salt from the ocean rusted my beautiful Lark (Studebaker) car in 1961.

Yep, that's the one drawback of living near the ocean. Not only did it rust holes in two of my cars, it's rusting everything around my house. The AC unit, the hinges on the fence, all the outside lights and door handles, my patio furniture...

that old trombone in your basement.

I always watched Tiny Tim when he appeared on the Johnny Carson show. I think only thing I ever heard him sing was Tip Toe through the Tulips.. Is his wife still living?

The problem I'm starting to find out about is that when I was 30, a 40 year old friend told me the worst part about being 40 is the hangovers are the worst ever and last thru the whole next day instead of just the morning. Now all of a sudden I'm finding myself getting close to 50 and fuck me silly, it's freakin' awesome! It's not a hangover anymore, it's an era! You wake up next morning feeling so awful that nothing else but a drink will do first thing in the morning.

And you are right back where you started!

The main problem I'm having with this is just my fitness regime. There I go, doing well and getting in shape over 3 weeks, and then comes one of those dreaded Thursday evenings. And I know all the working out is out the window until the next weekend as it takes me that long nowadays to feel in any sort of shape to lift a bloody sponge, forget about weights.

Guys, is it an age thing? Kinda fascinating but also kinda whack.

(08-10-2014, 04:50 AM)Mohammed Wrote: [ -> ]The problem I'm starting to find out about is that when I was 30, a 40 year old friend told me the worst part about being 40 is the hangovers are the worst ever and last thru the whole next day instead of just the morning. Now all of a sudden I'm finding myself getting close to 50 and fuck me silly, it's freakin' awesome! It's not a hangover anymore, it's an era! You wake up next morning feeling so awful that nothing else but a drink will do first thing in the morning.

And you are right back where you started!

The main problem I'm having with this is just my fitness regime. There I go, doing well and getting in shape over 3 weeks, and then comes one of those dreaded Thursday evenings. And I know all the working out is out the window until the next weekend as it takes me that long nowadays to feel in any sort of shape to lift a bloody sponge, forget about weights.

Guys, is it an age thing? Kinda fascinating but also kinda whack.

You ain't seen nothin yet, wait till you hit 60!

(08-10-2014, 12:26 AM)Cutz Wrote: [ -> ]that old trombone in your basement.

You little jokester, you.

(08-10-2014, 04:50 AM)Mohammed Wrote: [ -> ]The problem I'm starting to find out about is that when I was 30, a 40 year old friend told me the worst part about being 40 is the hangovers are the worst ever and last thru the whole next day instead of just the morning. Now all of a sudden I'm finding myself getting close to 50 and fuck me silly, it's freakin' awesome! It's not a hangover anymore, it's an era! You wake up next morning feeling so awful that nothing else but a drink will do first thing in the morning.

And you are right back where you started!

The main problem I'm having with this is just my fitness regime. There I go, doing well and getting in shape over 3 weeks, and then comes one of those dreaded Thursday evenings. And I know all the working out is out the window until the next weekend as it takes me that long nowadays to feel in any sort of shape to lift a bloody sponge, forget about weights.

Guys, is it an age thing? Kinda fascinating but also kinda whack.

I think that's how long it takes to become a full blown alcoholic. I just now turned 39 so I don't drink in the morning or afternoon yet unless I'm on vacation. Or sometimes when I'm just pretending to be on vacation, like this afternoon when I take a 12 pack to the beach with me and pretend I'm in Hawaii.

.........and MS is right there next to you or looking through the 5 cent binoculars.

See, I even do that without any sort of beach around. But no, I wouldn't consider myself an alcoholic really but more like a guy who's constantly happily on vacation.

But it's not like I'm waking up with a G&T or a beer, like these last 3 days now for instance. Now I'm starting again to get fit, having this wonderful Jojo body that just bends into shape in a matter of a week or two, and I'm on a mission to look as impressive as possible one we hit Bali, so all goes well for 2-3 weeks, until for some fucked up reason, most of the time we don't even need a reason, we take on a shitload of booze a Thursday night, eh voila, it will take me thru all of next week to be fit again.

This is exactly the reason that worries me as well about being 60. If it takes me now a week, imagine when I'm 60. Will it take a freakin' month?!

I'll be one of those gramps who sits drooling in his rocking chair, happily grinning and surrounded by bottles of bubbly. "What's up with him?"

"Oh, we had a party about 6 months ago and he's just trying to get rid of his hangover."

I'll be so embarrassing! Happy for sure but embarrassing nonetheless. My future frightens me.

(08-11-2014, 01:43 AM)Mohammed Wrote: [ -> ]See, I even do that without any sort of beach around. But no, I wouldn't consider myself an alcoholic really but more like a guy who's constantly happily on vacation.

But it's not like I'm waking up with a G&T or a beer, like these last 3 days now for instance. Now I'm starting again to get fit, having this wonderful Jojo body that just bends into shape in a matter of a week or two, and I'm on a mission to look as impressive as possible one we hit Bali, so all goes well for 2-3 weeks, until for some fucked up reason, most of the time we don't even need a reason, we take on a shitload of booze a Thursday night, eh voila, it will take me thru all of next week to be fit again.

This is exactly the reason that worries me as well about being 60. If it takes me now a week, imagine when I'm 60. Will it take a freakin' month?!

I'll be one of those gramps who sits drooling in his rocking chair, happily grinning and surrounded by bottles of bubbly. "What's up with him?"

"Oh, we had a party about 6 months ago and he's just trying to get rid of his hangover."

I'll be so embarrassing! Happy for sure but embarrassing nonetheless. My future frightens me.

Don't worry Mo, yes "things" last longer, so does "everything"!