ITT: We post our good memories

[JNicko]

hey all

Thought it'd be good to get a thread going, where misc could share their good experiences with each other

Cars, drinking, girls, friends, pranks etc

One of my good experiences:
Had been in the gym for about two months. Gotten to know most of the people in there, it's really only a guys gym, so we can all do and say whatever... There's a woman's beauty salon across the street, and the girls would look into the gym, and the guys would look into the shop... There's a guy called Craig, who would look at one of the girls and she'd look back, but he didn't want to go over. Of course his wing men would go over and speak to the girls friends and tell him to go over... anyways, the other guys in the gym walked up to Craig and said "Here you go, we got her number for you... She's dying to talk to you". So Craig ends up sexting her, only to find out the other person is a 14 year old boy who is now threatening to call the cops... The guys went on ******** and got a random boys number and gave it to Craig... I couldn't stop laughing...

I know of no better prank of that nature to date...


Story time guys

Go

[SP1966]

I remember this one time a guy tried to tell me 80's Heart was superior to 70's Heart!! I still laugh out loud every time I think of that one!! Real knee slapper that guy is.

[justboo2u]

I think we have STRANGERS!!!

I vote the strangers do withdraw!



Didn't consider that funny OP... unless your what... 12?

[JNicko]

I think we have STRANGERS!!!

I vote the strangers do withdraw!



Didn't consider that funny OP... unless your what... 12?

but... but... I come in peace...

Since all the guys were over 35, i found it suitable

however, i shall respect your request and retreat to TMisc

[justboo2u]

ALright... but if your 'minions' come crawling into view... I bought RAID!!!!





Provide something that is TRULY pleasant!

Like

When we were little we lived out in the country... and the barn was still set up for holding hay in the upper level.
I don't remember it EVER having hay in it, but MANY TIMES my sister and I used the ramp as a 'slipper-slide' (another one of those 'old' sayin's... )

Everybody said we'd get splinters from sliding down that thing... but we never did.
The nice, HEAVY clothes likely had something to do with it.

I cannot think of that without laughing... at our fun AND our 'foolishness'!

[LisaSkinnoble]

I think we have STRANGERS!!!

I vote the strangers do withdraw!

Ha ha ha ha!!

[LisaSkinnoble]

but... but... I come in peace...

Since all the guys were over 35, i found it suitable

however, i shall respect your request and retreat to TMisc

I think it is a fine thread. Just fine.

[Zenshi]

Well I remember driving with my HS friends down a dirt road in the outskirts of town (one of my friends lived just outside the city) during summer and we looked up and saw the most beautiful Northern Lights (usually they are just green but that day they were all sorts of colors) so we drove off the road, sat out for an hour and talked and watched the show. Had a lot of good times with those friends (many college stories and lots of ski trips) but that one for some reason stands out. Those friends are all over the country now but we still sometimes stay in touch.

[paolo59]

LMAO I'm in a nostalgic mood tonight. Years ago... but years ago, back in the mid 70's. Mom and Dad would always go grocery shopping on Thursday nights. I don't know why. But Thursday nights were when they did it. They no sooner had turned left off of East Newton Street, onto 89th...heading to Red Bud Grocery Store...and my three older brothers began what they always did! Hang little brother up, upside down in the closet...the 'Chinese water torture!' Drop by drop. Strip him naked and throw him out on the front porch! Throw him around like a freakin' rag doll, up and down, bounced off the walls, not 'caught' on the front lawn, crumpled up and beat up. God how I remember!

I'm about to get old now. We're all just a bit older. One is dead and gone. He was the worst! I would give anything to be 12 again, and cry, moan, complain, swear to 'tell Mom and Dad!' Ha ha! And get my ass kicked or threatened! Ah!!! Life is good! Much more so when you can remember! It doesn't matter how old you get. When I die, I'll do so with memories that will fill my mind and heart with richness...pain, suffering, untold injustice! And I'll laugh and smile at it all!

[pvsampson]

All my good memories are too long ago to remember.

[paolo59]

All my good memories are too long ago to remember.

No...Hell no!

I hear ya mate !

No...double the Hell no!

[paolo59]

Ha ha! Life is a bitch, and then you die...so says a bumper sticker that I've seen now and again. I could live in absolute misery, but when I remember back...3 older brothers, the mayhem, madness, absolute destruction that we wrought!? I will smile! I will pay for it. God may have my name written down for 'special treatment' when I'm before the 'golden throne.' But it will have been worth it all! I don't like to hear or see such posts from you two! Memories are special. Either of the two of you go back just far enough, and they'll make you laugh and cry!

[paolo59]

I have great memories in life but none of them revolve around something are arbitrary as gym experiences..

if sexting on a phone is part of your "good memories" in life I'll sit this one out....


refuse to try and compete with some kid that was raised with a game controller in his hand

Well brother, I don't quite understand. Cell phones are a pain in the ass, in the gym, at a restaurant, or anywhere for that matter. Seems an excuse to not deal with real life, real time, right in front of you. Compete? Just who at our age needs to compete with anything brother? It is a glorious thing to arrive at the point where you have no need to prove a freakin' thing! I'm not close to death...but closer to it than I was yesterday! LMAO

Nobody can compete with me! I am who I am. And a pretty good 'who I am!' LOL Not better than anybody, not less than anybody. Just an old man, remembering...enjoying that memory, actually reveling in it! God, if I could relive it all I would! 4 brothers against the world...and Mom and Dad! LMAO I wouldn't take the world for it! Neither would they. Your post is out of character. You're thinking wrong tonight brother.

[Zenshi]

Well brother, I don't quite understand. Cell phones are a pain in the ass, in the gym, at a restaurant, or anywhere for that matter. Seems an excuse to not deal with real life, real time, right in front of you. Compete? Just who at our age needs to compete with anything brother? It is a glorious thing to arrive at the point where you have no need to prove a freakin' thing! I'm not close to death...but closer to it than I was yesterday! LMAO

Nobody can compete with me! I am who I am. And a pretty good 'who I am!' LOL Not better than anybody, not less than anybody. Just an old man, remembering...enjoying that memory, actually reveling in it! God, if I could relive it all I would! 4 brothers against the world...and Mom and Dad! LMAO I wouldn't take the world for it! Neither would they. Your post is out of character. You're thinking wrong tonight brother.

Much respect to the above quote. I remember a friend once said, "Life is the slowest form of death" as a joke. Well if so, I might as well enjoy it and remember the past and look forward to the future. I have great memories of my brother as well (I only have one and he is still alive). He would save me from bullies at school and then beat me up at home for being a wuss. Lol. He looked so big back then and now he looks normal.

And even memories of the gym are there. Being the skinny weak kid in school, I cherish the one sport that took me in, which was martial arts/full contact kickboxing. I remember being a 9th grade Junior High student, surrounded by these massive guys (who back in the 70s did kickboxing not as a fad but as a dedicated sport) learning to kick and punch from an instructor who was a professional kickboxer of that time (WKA). Everyone was really friendly and encouraged me even when I had to step into the ring with gloves headgear and spar with them (back then there was no children's class and I had to do 60 pushups at a time with the rest of them). Then after the training, they had this outrageously hot sauna where everyone sat and "toughed it out" so I did too thinking "I got to get the h*ll out of this place" sometimes. The highlight of the time was when Benny the Jet came to do a training seminar at the gym and one of the exercises was that you got together in pairs and one got into a fighting stance and the other basically used their partner as a punching bag. This was to toughen you out. Benny chose me for one of the sessions and I almost sh*t my pants. Then the hits were real light and I was like wtf? Luckily he was holding back of course since any reasonable hit would have probably injured me. I eventually had to quit since my grades were falling but I was off and on able to come back to the sport. I still do Shotokan Karate now and my instructor keeps telling me to compete in the over 45 age class and my wife keeps telling me 'no'. :P

Edit: For anyone who doesn't remember Benny the Jet http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTWkm-3jL0Y http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benny_Urquidez

Lots of other memories such as being the one skinny dude running around in the Gold's Gym in Edmonton because I was too worried about working out amongst the big students in the University (which of course is the stupidest idea). People were real friendly there too and for the most part left the skinny idiot alone (one guy always even offered to spot for me). Never learned to eat right so I remained skinny but I actually increased in strength pretty well. Used to read up about all the athletes back then with Frank Zane being my favorite. Tried some of the supplements back then too and they were all horrid tasting. There was some flavor called Carob since Chocolate was considered unhealthy. That stuff was disgusting (though not as bad as the cherry flavored Amino Acid liquid).

Anyway, I do enjoy thinking about the past and wonder about all the things still to come.

[paolo59]

I feel like such a proverbial grasshopper right now !

LMAO I'll have another gin and tonic...you'll feel better soon! It is never a good thing to feel like an insect! I on occasion feel somewhat like a 'rodent,' but an insect...never!

LMAO I don't know what it is. Every once in awhile you start to think...I never changed the world. I just do my little thing, in the little corner of it that I find myself. I guess that's just got to be enough. When you get right down to it, I'm not going to lose any sleep over it! I guess that's all that matters anyway!

[pvsampson]

All my good memories are too long ago to remember.

Reflecting upon this.

My girls are creating some good memories.Some very good ones.

For a long time before they existed,good ones were few and far between.

[dazlittle]

Lots of good memories from my Air Force days, From waking up on the sofa in the living room of a brothel with 2 rather large Zimbabwean guys pointing guns at me! to being dropped on the British Embassy in some far flung country by helicopter to evacuate all the Brits!

Digging trenches, forced marches with heavy back packs, 72 hour sleep deprivation exercises, NBC Training, Drinking copious amounts of beer all over the world with some of the best friends one will ever make.

Now I'm just a desk Jockey IT Manager!

[Phattso]

Fishing with my Grandad, then going for a strawberry pop coming home.

[theKurp]

My best memories are always ahead of me. IOWs, every minute thinking about the past is time wasted in the present.

[tobymax123]

One of my favorite memories is when I was 12 (1976), and we lived on a cul-de-sac with about 10 houses around it. It was a very big cul-de-sac with a grassy center island that was big enough to play football and whiffle ball on. Everyone who lived around it had 2 or 3 kids ranging in age from about 6 to 15, and we were all friends who hung out together on summer nights.

The adults on the street were planning an adults-only outdoor block party one summer night, and us kids came up with a plan for a gigantic water balloon fight on the night of the party. We divided up into two teams, and for a week we filled and stockpiled water balloons, and then used scrap lumber and whatever we could find from our parents garages to built fantastic forts out on the center island. The adults' party was on a large grassy area between two houses with a view of the battle ground, and as they set up for the party we set up for the fight. The teams took to their forts, and one of the adults rang a bell or something to start the fight.

Hundreds of water balloons on each side of the fight were gone in about 2 minutes, so we retreated to the yards and pulled out the garden hoses. Of course it was great clean fun, and all of the parents laughed their asses off, and then they carried on with their party while all of the kids came over to my house and drank soda pop and ate the snack foods that my mom had prepared.

Sorry for the long story, but it was nice to recall that big event!

[dazlittle]

One of my favorite memories is when I was 12 (1976), and we lived on a cul-de-sac with about 10 houses around it. It was a very big cul-de-sac with a grassy center island that was big enough to play football and whiffle ball on. Everyone who lived around it had 2 or 3 kids ranging in age from about 6 to 15, and we were all friends who hung out together on summer nights.

The adults on the street were planning an adults-only outdoor block party one summer night, and us kids came up with a plan for a gigantic water balloon fight on the night of the party. We divided up into two teams, and for a week we filled and stockpiled water balloons, and then used scrap lumber and whatever we could find from our parents garages to built fantastic forts out on the center island. The adults' party was on a large grassy area between two houses with a view of the battle ground, and as they set up for the party we set up for the fight. The teams took to their forts, and one of the adults rang a bell or something to start the fight.

Hundreds of water balloons on each side of the fight were gone in about 2 minutes, so we retreated to the yards and pulled out the garden hoses. Of course it was great clean fun, and all of the parents laughed their asses off, and then they carried on with their party while all of the kids came over to my house and drank soda pop and ate the snack foods that my mom had prepared.

Sorry for the long story, but it was nice to recall that big event!

Awesome, I have fond memories of family water fights as well, Good times indeed.

[tomnationwide]

My daughter died last year at 18. So one of my fondest memories is laying with her curled up in my arms, as a 2 yr old, while I slept and waking up to her smacking me awake to say she's hungry. Hold on to those moments people, they aren't always there

[GKC45]

That's good stuff Tom. Hold on to that forever.

[tobymax123]

Much respect to the above quote. I remember a friend once said, "Life is the slowest form of death" as a joke.
...
Anyway, I do enjoy thinking about the past and wonder about all the things still to come.

Nice read, good memories.

[mslman71]

My daughter died last year at 18. So one of my fondest memories is laying with her curled up in my arms, as a 2 yr old, while I slept and waking up to her smacking me awake to say she's hungry. Hold on to those moments people, they aren't always there

I'm terribly sorry. I can't imagine how hard that would be.

Makes me feel bad for fussing at my boys last night. I wish it weren't so easy to get caught up in the things that don't matter and lose sight of the things that do.

[copiusGains]

early middle/highschool, when I had loads of friends, still hung with my cousins, family was close, and had a few chicks under my arm. Adult life is so bland now. Clubbing and blatant slots gets old and boring, and can never make up for childhood/early adolescents, or first crushes. Married life is probally even more bland, but I think most adults trick themselves into believing it's better...I call BULLCHIT tho


inb4 if your childhood is the best I have some bad newz...Owell

[Marius_Ursus]

[tomnationwide]

I'm terribly sorry. I can't imagine how hard that would be.

Makes me feel bad for fussing at my boys last night. I wish it weren't so easy to get caught up in the things that don't matter and lose sight of the things that do.

I have two boys also. I used to kinda ignore them when they wanted something, especially my youngest who is now 7 but was 6 then. He talks NONSTOP about Minecraft and Team Fortress 2. We literally sit down to dinner and that is the conversation. I used to just tune it out. Now I just listen and I'm thankful that he's still talking.

I know this sounds a bit tragic, and it is, but I don't take these two guys for granted anymore and I think they are better for it, and I think I, in some small way, I am being a better parent because of it.

What sucks is feeling good about something so tragic.

[sammybigz]

Great memory,


My father was really sick and they ended up putting in a pace maker. My brother's never really came and seen him, My father was in and out of the hospital with so many health issues before he passed.

Well, here we are the day of his surgery to put in his pace maker. Well, they had it done in a couple hours. I chilled we laughed and talked about Nascar, baseball, our life. Was amazing. Great bonding my father and myself always had. I''ll never forget this time. So, I go home and the next day I show up 8am to go visit him and I would bring him $50.00 a day in lottery tickets, he loved them, just loved them.

So we chilled had coffee together and he scratched each ticket off , one after another. Well, about 11am the doctor rolls in checks on pops and tell him "Ron, I am going to go ahead and check your pace maker and make sure it is set correctly and to make sure it is working properly" Doctor grabs this little machine waives it over his heart and the thing goes bazerk. Doctor turns if off, reboots the machine and waives it over his heart again. Boom, goes bazerk. Tell my father "Ron I think I have a bad machine here, calls the nurse in, orders her to grab another one. 2nd attempt, Waives it over his heart and boom, thing goes bazerk. He shakes the machine and says "What the heck is going on here" My dad laughs, no idea. I am kind of scared thinking something is wrong.

Doctor looks closely at my father. He says to him "Ron what is this stuff all over you" My dad says where? "All over your chest? My dad said oh crap! its from the lottery tickets. LOL.

Apparently whatever is in the stuff you scratch off on the lottery ticket was making the machine go crazy. I think the Doctor, Myself and my father laughed for a good 20 minutes.

Then, unfortunately 2 years later my father passed. He was my best friend and I think about him so much. I miss my dad and all the amazing times we had together. See you soon pops.

[tomnationwide]

Great memory,


My father was really sick and they ended up putting in a pace maker. My brother's never really came and seen him, My father was in and out of the hospital with so many health issues before he passed.

Well, here we are the day of his surgery to put in his pace maker. Well, they had it done in a couple hours. I chilled we laughed and talked about Nascar, baseball, our life. Was amazing. Great bonding my father and myself always had. I''ll never forget this time. So, I go home and the next day I show up 8am to go visit him and I would bring him $50.00 a day in lottery tickets, he loved them, just loved them.

So we chilled had coffee together and he scratched each ticket off , one after another. Well, about 11am the doctor rolls in checks on pops and tell him "Ron, I am going to go ahead and check your pace maker and make sure it is set correctly and to make sure it is working properly" Doctor grabs this little machine waives it over his heart and the thing goes bazerk. Doctor turns if off, reboots the machine and waives it over his heart again. Boom, goes bazerk. Tell my father "Ron I think I have a bad machine here, calls the nurse in, orders her to grab another one. 2nd attempt, Waives it over his heart and boom, thing goes bazerk. He shakes the machine and says "What the heck is going on here" My dad laughs, no idea. I am kind of scared thinking something is wrong.

Doctor looks closely at my father. He says to him "Ron what is this stuff all over you" My dad says where? "All over your chest? My dad said oh crap! its from the lottery tickets. LOL.

Apparently whatever is in the stuff you scratch off on the lottery ticket was making the machine go crazy. I think the Doctor, Myself and my father laughed for a good 20 minutes.

Then, unfortunately 2 years later my father passed. He was my best friend and I think about him so much. I miss my dad and all the amazing times we had together. See you soon pops.

That's awesome. Sometimes the oddest things make you remember something good.