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[MtnHusker]

 

[MtnHusker]

 

[MtnHusker]

 

[MtnHusker]

 

[MtnHusker]

 

[MtnHusker]

 

[Dr.DrakeRamoray]

I-70 was always an adventure when it snowed. Was stuck my fair share of times when we were in off rough type vehicles with good tires. I pulled so many people out of ditches with my Jeep. The other ones that were dangerous were the tourists who rented a big ole 4 wheel drive SUV at the Denver Airport thinking that they would go through everything. They'd go flying by us on I-70 and then we'd see them a few miles later in the ditch.

Brother, you are literally the boards version of forest gump (not the retarded part just the part where he is seemingly a part of every major event historically)

 

[MtnHusker]

Brother, you are literally the boards version of forest gump (not the retarded part just the part where he is seemingly a part of every major event historically)

What can I say. Life's been a crazy adventure. I watched my dad die at a young age from cancer due to Agent Orange. So had a serious YOLO mentality since then. Honestly can't believe I'm still alive. I've been lucky to meet up with some great people along the way that opened so many doors for me. Especially in Vail. Tons of big money people in Vail who I became friends with. Many times they wanted to know me to get into concerts or meet the bands. The ones who were cool I became friends with. Don't let anyone tell you that money can't buy happiness because most of my uber rich friends would disagree.

 

[Dr.DrakeRamoray]

What can I say. Life's been a crazy adventure. I watched my dad die at a young age from cancer due to Agent Orange. So had a serious YOLO mentality since then. Honestly can't believe I'm still alive. I've been lucky to meet up with some great people along the way that opened so many doors for me. Especially in Vail. Tons of big money people in Vail who I became friends with. Many times they wanted to know me to get into concerts or meet the bands. The ones who were cool I became friends with. Don't let anyone tell you that money can't buy happiness because most of my uber rich friends would disagree.

I subrcribe to the proverb of “money can’t buy you happiness, but money can buy you a jet ski and I’ve never seen someone not happy on a jet ski”

 

[Black5hirt]

100k isn’t realistic. I’ll pay 2.5 times that much when I’m done, and my ex doesn’t exactly match her. I got screwed, no pun intended.

 

[1HuskerDad]

She was hot in Smokey & The Bandit….

 

[1HuskerDad]

 

[1HuskerDad]

 

[LoudHogRider]

She was hot in Smokey & The Bandit….

I go all the way back to “The Flying Nun” with Sally Fields shows. Pretty sure @bbenson67 has rubbed one out to “Gidget”.

Gidget

Gidget is an American sitcom about a surfing, boy-crazy teenager called

www.themoviedb.org

 

[bbenson67]

I go all the way back to “The Flying Nun” with Sally Fields shows. Pretty sure @bbenson67 has rubbed one out to “Gidget”.

Gidget

Gidget is an American sitcom about a surfing, boy-crazy teenager called

www.themoviedb.org

She was always cute but there were others that were ahead of her. Let's go way back to Petticoat Junction, Ginger and Mary Ann on Gilligan's Island and of course Diana Rigg from the Avengers. Man I'm old.

 

[1HuskerDad]

😬

 

[Snockered69]

swinging on a dude, missing and then turning your back on him is a wild strategy.

 

[LoudHogRider]

She was always cute but there were others that were ahead of her. Let's go way back to Petticoat Junction, Ginger and Mary Ann on Gilligan's Island and of course Diana Rigg from the Avengers. Man I'm old.

I saw "Mary Ann" naked IRL. She looked fine back then.

 

[Ext. 55]

I saw "Mary Ann" naked IRL. She looked fine back then.

Posts that get me excited and leave me incredibly unfulfilled.

 

[LoudHogRider]

Posts that get me excited and leave me incredibly unfulfilled.

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.