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[1HuskerDad]

 

[1HuskerDad]

 

[1HuskerDad]

 

[Ext. 55]

Sorry - I've shared the story on here and tMB many times, so I just presumed everyone had seen it before.

College days, spring of 1977. I had a pledge brother from the "great 308" who rented a room from the OWH theater critic (Peter Citron), who lived across Elmwood Park from the UNO campus, so it was pretty convenient (and cheap) setup for him. We had been out earlier that evening "dumpster diving" for either Miller and/or Coors cans & bottles (both distributors gave away big $$$ for the organization that turned in the most, and we already had the winnings baked into our social budget, so pledge duty involved diving through dumpsters behind bars and snagging the treasure that awaited us there).

Anyhoo, Dawn Wells (a.k.a. Mary Ann) was in town doing a show at the Westroads Dinner Theater (yes, there used to be a bar/restaurant/theater in the lower level of that shopping center) and had somehow convinced herself that making friends with the local theater critic would help get her a great review in the paper. Bad strategy given the future scandal that ran Peter Citron out of town, but I digress ...

So my pledge brother and I had completed our dumpster diving activities and decided to consume the remainder of the 12 pack of beer that had been fueling our ventures back at his place and wind down the night. We walked in the house quietly since it was late, and as we were walking by the moorish style door entrance into the living room, we both caught a flash of movement. We stopped, looked at each other and mouthed, "Did I just see what I thought I saw" to each other, and discretely returned to the edge of the doorway to verify our initial appraisal of the situation.

And to our delight, our initial appraisal was highly accurate: it was Dawn Wells in all her naked glory, sitting astride Peter Citron desperately earning that killer review. We both watched them fuck for a bit, looked wide-eyed at each other with a shared "HOLY SHIT" mouthed at each other, then broke off the engagement and trudged upstairs to consume the rest of the beer.

Now that’s a good story right there!

 

[MtnHusker]

 

[MtnHusker]

 

[1HuskerDad]

 

[MtnHusker]

 

[1HuskerDad]

 

[vailhusker]

 

[bbenson67]

Sorry - I've shared the story on here and tMB many times, so I just presumed everyone had seen it before.

College days, spring of 1977. I had a pledge brother from the "great 308" who rented a room from the OWH theater critic (Peter Citron), who lived across Elmwood Park from the UNO campus, so it was pretty convenient (and cheap) setup for him. We had been out earlier that evening "dumpster diving" for either Miller and/or Coors cans & bottles (both distributors gave away big $$$ for the organization that turned in the most, and we already had the winnings baked into our social budget, so pledge duty involved diving through dumpsters behind bars and snagging the treasure that awaited us there).

Anyhoo, Dawn Wells (a.k.a. Mary Ann) was in town doing a show at the Westroads Dinner Theater (yes, there used to be a bar/restaurant/theater in the lower level of that shopping center) and had somehow convinced herself that making friends with the local theater critic would help get her a great review in the paper. Bad strategy given the future scandal that ran Peter Citron out of town, but I digress ...

So my pledge brother and I had completed our dumpster diving activities and decided to consume the remainder of the 12 pack of beer that had been fueling our ventures back at his place and wind down the night. We walked in the house quietly since it was late, and as we were walking by the moorish style door entrance into the living room, we both caught a flash of movement. We stopped, looked at each other and mouthed, "Did I just see what I thought I saw" to each other, and discretely returned to the edge of the doorway to verify our initial appraisal of the situation.

And to our delight, our initial appraisal was highly accurate: it was Dawn Wells in all her naked glory, sitting astride Peter Citron desperately earning that killer review. We both watched them fuck for a bit, looked wide-eyed at each other with a shared "HOLY SHIT" mouthed at each other, then broke off the engagement and trudged upstairs to consume the rest of the beer.

Awesome story to say the least. I have a Peter Citron story as well although it pales in comparison.

My best friend from high school who was a year older than me and went to Central, got to know Peter Citron and through him got to write the weekly Teen Scene column for the World-Herald. He was a freshman at OU at the time and I was a senior at Benson. One of the perks was going to all kinds of cool events as mini VIPs. Two are notable.

The first was a concert at OU with the Kingsmen, you know "Louie Louie" which was a monster hit at the time. We sat through the concert and then they invited us back to their hotel to do an interview. Totally cool guys. We asked them about the controversy over the lyrics, remember this is 1967, and they just laughed and said people hear what they want to hear. To this day I still don't know if they really sang what it sounds like they sang. Pretty nasty stuff even by today's standards.

The second was when my buddy was selected as a judge of the Miss Teen Omaha Pageant. He persuaded the organizers that I would be an excellent judge as well. The expression kid in a candy store is the best way to describe it. Let's just say many of the girls wanted to make a good impression. Actually went out with a couple of them after the pageant and this was some of Omaha's finest IMHO.

 

[vailhusker]

Sorry - I've shared the story on here and tMB many times, so I just presumed everyone had seen it before.

College days, spring of 1977. I had a pledge brother from the "great 308" who rented a room from the OWH theater critic (Peter Citron), who lived across Elmwood Park from the UNO campus, so it was pretty convenient (and cheap) setup for him. We had been out earlier that evening "dumpster diving" for either Miller and/or Coors cans & bottles (both distributors gave away big $$$ for the organization that turned in the most, and we already had the winnings baked into our social budget, so pledge duty involved diving through dumpsters behind bars and snagging the treasure that awaited us there).

Anyhoo, Dawn Wells (a.k.a. Mary Ann) was in town doing a show at the Westroads Dinner Theater (yes, there used to be a bar/restaurant/theater in the lower level of that shopping center) and had somehow convinced herself that making friends with the local theater critic would help get her a great review in the paper. Bad strategy given the future scandal that ran Peter Citron out of town, but I digress ...

So my pledge brother and I had completed our dumpster diving activities and decided to consume the remainder of the 12 pack of beer that had been fueling our ventures back at his place and wind down the night. We walked in the house quietly since it was late, and as we were walking by the moorish style door entrance into the living room, we both caught a flash of movement. We stopped, looked at each other and mouthed, "Did I just see what I thought I saw" to each other, and discretely returned to the edge of the doorway to verify our initial appraisal of the situation.

And to our delight, our initial appraisal was highly accurate: it was Dawn Wells in all her naked glory, sitting astride Peter Citron desperately earning that killer review. We both watched them fuck for a bit, looked wide-eyed at each other with a shared "HOLY SHIT" mouthed at each other, then broke off the engagement and trudged upstairs to consume the rest of the beer.

 

[Mr.Bojangles]

Love that gif

 

[Snockered69]

special kind of special.

 

[1HuskerDad]

 

[Mr.Bojangles]

Damn!

 

[Mr.Bojangles]

Another cool stadium is Norfolk Tides. They have Battle ships and Air Craft carriers going through the bay in the outfield.

 

[1HuskerDad]

 

[MtnHusker]

 

[1HuskerDad]