Re: attention
Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2019 2:24 am
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Ozzy never in his life did a great show.. even when he ate that pigeonCaptQuint wrote: ↑Tue Mar 19, 2019 10:36 am So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
I guess I shouldn't mention the time I met Mario AndrettiJackRabbit_Slim wrote: ↑Tue Mar 19, 2019 11:05 amOzzy never in his life did a great show.. even when he ate that pigeonCaptQuint wrote: ↑Tue Mar 19, 2019 10:36 am So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
Wayne’s World?CaptQuint wrote: ↑Tue Mar 19, 2019 10:36 am So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
YupHighNDry wrote: ↑Tue Mar 19, 2019 11:09 amWayne’s World?CaptQuint wrote: ↑Tue Mar 19, 2019 10:36 am So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
Oh please do.. your last tale still has me chuckling.. it made my dayCaptQuint wrote: ↑Tue Mar 19, 2019 11:06 amI guess I shouldn't mention the time I met Mario AndrettiJackRabbit_Slim wrote: ↑Tue Mar 19, 2019 11:05 amOzzy never in his life did a great show.. even when he ate that pigeonCaptQuint wrote: ↑Tue Mar 19, 2019 10:36 am So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
Nope, this was 10 years ago, Mario lives in PAJackRabbit_Slim wrote: ↑Tue Mar 19, 2019 11:12 amOh please do.. your last tale still has me chuckling.. it made my dayCaptQuint wrote: ↑Tue Mar 19, 2019 11:06 amI guess I shouldn't mention the time I met Mario AndrettiJackRabbit_Slim wrote: ↑Tue Mar 19, 2019 11:05 amOzzy never in his life did a great show.. even when he ate that pigeonCaptQuint wrote: ↑Tue Mar 19, 2019 10:36 am So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
As for Andretti, I trust your father was there... glad handing, ass grabbery and such.
Nope, this was 10 years ago, Mario lives in PA
Had to take my car over to my buddies shop and use his obd scanner. I was hanging out in a bar with my then girlfriend during a snowstorm and Mario and bunch of his friends showed up on snowmobiles. He bought several rounds and told stories about his struggles with the Indy 500 and talked a lot about NASCAR. He is a really nice guy and the bartender who is also the bar owner said it wasn't the first time he was in there. Not that exciting but it was cool.
Bite me.
We need pix of your skinny tits.