Heh heh,
for some reason this has given me an image of Steve Martin in a bar telling someone he’s in the Special Purposes.
Heh.
I was at my In-law’s farm in Oregon a few years back, and some shovels and lumber were stolen. Then in the evening we saw a camp fire down by the river, and figured some squatters had moved in. The next morning a few of us went down to ask them to move along, and to return the shovels, etc. A young guy, 25 at most, came out in an old army jacket, and said he was a “Nam” vet, down on his luck, and would guard the area from other squaters if he and his friends could camp there for a while. One of my wife’s uncles, a real Nam vet in his fifties, just asked him what year it was when he was in Vietnam, and the failure of our B-movie-based system for education in history became appearent. This kid had no idea when the Vietnam War occured, and just assumed it was recent. When asked where in Vietnam he was, he said “South”, and then spoke about Laos and Cambodia, and the “100th” parallel. If we weren’t all laughing so hard this idiot would have continued, thinking he was being clever. These guys should at least try to pick something remotely possible, and maybe show some respect and learn the basics.
Just curious, jarbabyj. How long did this - uh - conversation last? Wondering why you didn’t walk away from him at quite an early stage. Were you scared? Interested? Amused? Or was it like a car wreck you couldn’t take your eyes from?
God damn it, that was one of my best pick-up lines.
Which one?
At the early stage, Amy and my friend Julie were standing there with me so it was like entertainment. Unfortunately, I was standing in the middle, so I got most of the attention and they were able to slink away.
When he said he was giving me small pox a red flag went up,but that’s because I was drunk. Twice he grabbed my arm and asked me why I wasn’t paying attention. The bartender asked me if I wanted him thrown out…but I don’t like to do that sort of thing so I just asked him to keep an eye on us. It was like a trainwreck, and I was amused, and I’m also the sort of person who doesn’t like to be mean or hurt feelings so if some weirdo corners me I’ll listen to him for hours. I had a neckless midget who spoke no english yap at me for at least twenty minutes at Karaoke one night and I didn’t once walk away.
I’m a saint.
jar I
I’ve tried claiming I’m an agent for Special Circumstances, but no one ever seems to get it.
Guess there’s not too many fans of Iain M. Banks where I live.
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*Originally posted by Mojo the Monkey *
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The real truth about Jesse Ventura. Taken straight from the “Wall of Shame” webpage. http://www.cyberseals.org/jesse.htm Yes Jesse was a seal.