Hey, if you weren’t tall, skinny, and injured, I’d hit you for that comment! We’re not all evil. But, knowing where it comes from, I’d have to agree. And those damn slinkies. Gets ya every time!
This post also brought to you by the letter K.
As Zenster says, “**Yo scratch, get well in time for the dopefest at SeaDiver’s on December 2nd.”
Well if it’s a broken wrist he should let everybody sign his cast!! 
BTW Zenster, I am still waiting for you to email me so I can send you email about the Putz! Wally buttons for the dopefest!!
What’s the problem wring? He can still scratch his @ss! For us men, that’s about all that really counts. Right guys?
PS: Baglady, I’m still waiting to hear from SeaDiver before I ask you to help. Thanx!
Dude- be careful out there… & get better
Hey Oldie, arent you of Irish ancestry? If so, that makes YOU evil (as if we didnt know that :)). Anyway, you have my sympathy. Now, can you help me maneuver this wheelbarrow full of bags of cement over to the garage? No? Oh, sorry.
I think Oldie was drinking whiskey when he fell. Am I right?
I mean, Its not as if Oldscratch was cliffwalking, admiring the scenic views, and thinking about how great the gold standard is when he had his accident…
Rasa, you’re Irish? how much?
Twist: My dad’s mum was born and raised in Nottingham, England (haha she’s from Sherwood Forest, I used to ask her if she knew Robin Hood when I was little…) and met my grandfather in WWII and came to the US then. Her mother was Irish, her dad British. I have family in Ireland still; grandmother’s sister lives in Northern Ireland, not sure where, cuz she’s a bit odd and doesn’t talk to my grandmother much. I have family in England too, not sure where though. So I’m part Irish… the good part!
And just to keep this on topic: how are those Vikes treating you, oldscratch?
Ok. Whole story. Why do I blame the Irish? Specificly, twoevil little bastards named, and I can’t believe these were their names, Mick and Paddy. They are directly responsible for me getting a grand total of 10 hours of sleep between Friday the 20th and Monday the 30th. If it waasn’t for them I would have been more alert Monday morning when I was at the beach. It was pretty stupid. I was climbing up some rocks, slipped, and fell backwards. Twisted my back and landed on my left wrist. Fun stuff. However, I’m currently on a diet of Vikes, beer, bloddy marys, and a fair ammount of pot. I can assure each and every one of you that I am feeling no pain. I’m also continuing to work as a bartender or as my boss calls me a gimptender. Although I can’t serve as quickly, I’m getting a fair ammount of sympathy tips. So it aint all bad. I just look at it as a finale to a week that is memoorable in my lack of memmories regarding it.
and just for Rasa [k]
Sympathy tips indeed. It’s gotta be the ears. Or the tall skinny thing.
Hi Oldscratch.
I remember you- the first person to respond to my first post.
Does that mean you uh…popped my cherry?
Could the fall have been prevented had you been wearing proper footwear?
Ratatosk. 2 posts, and I like you already.
Yes, if proper footwear was worn, I would have been protected. Protection is always important. Luckily, I was wearing latex gloves when I responded to your first post.
Remeber kids, practice safe posting.
Methinks more damage would have been done had you fallen down the cliff wearing squared off steel-toe Docs, my friend. Coulda kicked yourself and caused yet more injury!
Hey oldie, hope you take care of that wrist. But you’re still serving drinks even with a cast on? U da man! I gotta get in there with those sympathy tips!