It's true! The one lady who stopped by (with her sister) is on the reunion committee with me. So we were chatting about that. They just happened to be walking with another girl from our class, and she stopped to say hello too.

 

 

The only pawing going on was on the part of RTS' dog, Bulldozer.

 

Sounds like the dog had more fun than you two did then!

Were there any squirrels in this park? Just wondering.

Were there any squirrels in this park? Just wondering.

 

Yes...named RTS!!! (for telling on BF):sssh::lol::lol::lol:

FYI: This story is of dubious veracity.

 

 

(It was three ladies, two of which I went to school with. There were no groupies involved. )

 

It's true! The one lady who stopped by (with her sister) is on the reunion committee with me. So we were chatting about that. They just happened to be walking with another girl from our class, and she stopped to say hello too.

 

 

The only pawing going on was on the part of RTS' dog, Bulldozer.

He's being modest I tell ya! I'm surprised he can even talk at all. Poor guy, treated like a mere piece of meat.

 

BTW, BF, my dog's name is Brautzie. She does, however, look like a bulldozer.

Were there any squirrels in this park? Just wondering.

Yes! Ironically, right after RTS arrived (45 minutes late), a squirrel made a break across the grassy knoll. I tried to talk RTS into opening fire, but ufortunately, he had left the house without his CCW -- the slacker! :irked:

Were there any squirrels in this park? Just wondering.

Yes, if I only had a gun. :devil:

BTW, BF, my dog's name is Brautzie. She does, however, look like a bulldozer.

I know. Bulldozer was easier to spell. :banana:

Yes! Ironically, right after RTS arrived (45 minutes late), a squirrel made a break across the grassy knoll. I tried to talk RTS into opening fire, but ufortunately, he had left the house without his CCW -- the slacker! :irked:

Too many people around, would have been ugly.

Yes! Ironically, right after RTS arrived (45 minutes late), a squirrel made a break across the grassy knoll. I tried to talk RTS into opening fire, but ufortunately, he had left the house without his CCW -- the slacker! :irked:

 

You should have gotten the guy in the 3rd floor depository building to open fire...They say he is a decent shot.

He's being modest I tell ya! I'm surprised he can even talk at all. Poor guy, treated like a mere piece of meat.

Yeah, if only it were so.

 

I'm shutting up now, before this get's out of control. :sssh:

Ok, either I am really, really tired or, this and the colonoscopy thread really need to go into the classic BGP threads!!!

Ok, either (A) I am really, really tired or, (B) this and the colonoscopy thread really need to go into the classic BGP threads!!!

I would go with choice "A".

I was wondering what all the commotion was going on at the BF house late tonight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

must of had to get a restraining order. Some just didn't get it that the concert was over.

Oh, you crazy cats.

The biggest news to come out of last night's concert in the park, was not me being accosted by female fans...nor even the hat lady wandering through town, dragging a pilfered garbage can.

 

No, the big news of the night was the possible beginning of the end to my unilateral personal feud with one Mr. Patrick Crowley!

 

I say "possible" because I'm not sure whether he extended a gesture of greeting to me or not. You see, as we were leaving the park in our mini-van, Pat raised his hand and waved in our general direction. Now, since there's every possibility that he could have been simply waving at a passing DNC member, or perhaps choosing up sides for corn-hole at the Guidugli picnic....I'm resisting any rush to judgment.

 

You may remember, this past December, I was blatantly snubbed by Mr. Crowley as we passed one another on a rain drenched (and empty) concourse at Papa John's Stadium. As is customary when one meets a fellow sports media giant, I extended a friendly, "Hi Pat!"

 

I got nothin' -- and thus began feud. And this feud thing would REALLY take off...if he had any clue who I was (or cared).

 

So Pat, if you're reading these words, the wave was a good first step; but our torn relationship is going to need more than a simple hand gesture to heal its wounds. But I promise you this, when we meet again, I will be sure to extend a hand gesture in kind. :thumb: