What was the most fun summer of your life?
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You go blind doing that.YellowSnow said:
I always wanted to make sexy time with a gal that loved fishing. But then I would have been in love with myself basically. Beware that which is too good to be true.chuck said:There were a sting of summers in the early 90s that were pretty glorious. I'll pick 1992 if I have to pick one but that's not really from memory. They all blend together.
Several of my friends and I all came back to our home town for the summers during college and all had seasonal jobs (mostly fire but mine was in fisheries) at the forest service. Huge crews of other kida our age would come from all over the country for the same reason and pile into the bunkhouse for the summer.
We had a nice house on five acres that we took care of for three straight summers and it became the hub for all the cool kids (and very liberal, experimental though sometimes stinky chicks in really good shape). All we did was work, swim or fish, BBQ, drink, take drugs, and screw.
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Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.YellowSnow said:
I always wanted to make sexy time with a gal that loved fishing. But then I would have been in love with myself basically. Beware that which is too good to be true.chuck said:There were a sting of summers in the early 90s that were pretty glorious. I'll pick 1992 if I have to pick one but that's not really from memory. They all blend together.
Several of my friends and I all came back to our home town for the summers during college and all had seasonal jobs (mostly fire but mine was in fisheries) at the forest service. Huge crews of other kida our age would come from all over the country for the same reason and pile into the bunkhouse for the summer.
We had a nice house on five acres that we took care of for three straight summers and it became the hub for all the cool kids (and very liberal, experimental though sometimes stinky chicks in really good shape). All we did was work, swim or fish, BBQ, drink, take drugs, and screw. -
The early 90's, basic jobs to keep me drinking and going to Dead shows.
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I’m the biggest Dead poser of all time. Jerry died too soon!alumni94 said:The early 90's, basic jobs to keep me drinking and going to Dead shows.
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I had friends who traveled to every dead show they could. That's how we got our LSD.YellowSnow said:
I’m the biggest Dead poser of all time. Jerry died too soon!alumni94 said:The early 90's, basic jobs to keep me drinking and going to Dead shows.
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Somewhere in '98-'01 I suppose? Not sure I could rank those, at this point they're a bit blurred together anyway.
Lots of travel and was in great health. Grad school provided access to a lot of premium trim, while the job gave money to actually do something about it. I'm not exactly proud of treating some of those women like stamps, but I wouldn't say i regret it either.
Cheers--
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1995 was a summer of debauchery. Started late Spring getting spit on by Alanis Morissette at a concert; broke my buddy's rib in the mosh pit at an Offspring show; Eiffel Towered a 50 something Coastie with my buddy in Depoe Bay; rode a 220lb whale at my parents house, left her there, and she woke my dad up @ 1AM for a ride back to the bar; had a loaded 45 pointed at my head during a coke buy with 2 national champion wrestlers and an enormous Samoan named Tiny; woke up in the middle of an apt courtyard at 6AM wrapped in a sheet stuck to my skin from my cock yogurt, and had to walk to a Plaid Pantry in the bed sheet to call my buddy for a ride; 3 trips to County lock-up for assorted drunk “offenses”; paid a stripper to give my company CEO a handy in the boom boom room at the Dolphin; was involved in a massive bar brawl; nailed a girl from my high school (NBD) then got her roommate the next weekend. Fun tims indeed
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Cock yogurt? I’ve never even heard that from PumpeiiBad_MotherDucker said:1995 was a summer of debauchery. Started late Spring getting spit on by Alanis Morissette at a concert; broke my buddy's rib in the mosh pit at an Offspring show; Eiffel Towered a 50 something Coastie with my buddy in Depoe Bay; rode a 220lb whale at my parents house, left her there, and she woke my dad up @ 1AM for a ride back to the bar; had a loaded 45 pointed at my head during a coke buy with 2 national champion wrestlers and an enormous Samoan named Tiny; woke up in the middle of an apt courtyard at 6AM wrapped in a sheet stuck to my skin from my cock yogurt, and had to walk to a Plaid Pantry in the bed sheet to call my buddy for a ride; 3 trips to County lock-up for assorted drunk “offenses”; paid a stripper to give my company CEO a handy in the boom boom room at the Dolphin; was involved in a massive bar brawl; nailed a girl from my high school (NBD) then got her roommate the next weekend. Fun tims indeed
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I just want to know what Eiffel Tower means when used as a verb.YellowSnow said:
Cock yogurt? I’ve never even heard that from PumpeiiBad_MotherDucker said:1995 was a summer of debauchery. Started late Spring getting spit on by Alanis Morissette at a concert; broke my buddy's rib in the mosh pit at an Offspring show; Eiffel Towered a 50 something Coastie with my buddy in Depoe Bay; rode a 220lb whale at my parents house, left her there, and she woke my dad up @ 1AM for a ride back to the bar; had a loaded 45 pointed at my head during a coke buy with 2 national champion wrestlers and an enormous Samoan named Tiny; woke up in the middle of an apt courtyard at 6AM wrapped in a sheet stuck to my skin from my cock yogurt, and had to walk to a Plaid Pantry in the bed sheet to call my buddy for a ride; 3 trips to County lock-up for assorted drunk “offenses”; paid a stripper to give my company CEO a handy in the boom boom room at the Dolphin; was involved in a massive bar brawl; nailed a girl from my high school (NBD) then got her roommate the next weekend. Fun tims indeed
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#MeToo1to392831weretaken said:
I just want to know what Eiffel Tower means when used as a verb.YellowSnow said:
Cock yogurt? I’ve never even heard that from PumpeiiBad_MotherDucker said:1995 was a summer of debauchery. Started late Spring getting spit on by Alanis Morissette at a concert; broke my buddy's rib in the mosh pit at an Offspring show; Eiffel Towered a 50 something Coastie with my buddy in Depoe Bay; rode a 220lb whale at my parents house, left her there, and she woke my dad up @ 1AM for a ride back to the bar; had a loaded 45 pointed at my head during a coke buy with 2 national champion wrestlers and an enormous Samoan named Tiny; woke up in the middle of an apt courtyard at 6AM wrapped in a sheet stuck to my skin from my cock yogurt, and had to walk to a Plaid Pantry in the bed sheet to call my buddy for a ride; 3 trips to County lock-up for assorted drunk “offenses”; paid a stripper to give my company CEO a handy in the boom boom room at the Dolphin; was involved in a massive bar brawl; nailed a girl from my high school (NBD) then got her roommate the next weekend. Fun tims indeed
Also how tall we talking at 220 lbs? Sometimes this isn't even obese on a woman technically speaking.
