Random Jibber Jabber Thread

Blue Wizard

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I'm sick of the constant wind. Day in and day out. It's gettin' on my last good nerve. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for all the sand that keeps getting in and covering everything. argh!!
you too huh? We had 60mph gusts a few days ago, blew all my tin I was going to use to roof my chicken coop a few hundred feet away from where I had it stacked.

If the fence wasn't so high no telling where it would have ended up. I had it weighted down by 4 truck tires, some cinder blocks, and a bunch of salvaged lumber, it still wasn't enough.
 

RainbowBrite86

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As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the back country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man, I didn’t stop for directions.

I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch.
...
I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn’t know what else to do, so I started to play.

The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I’ve never played before for this homeless man.

And as I played ‘Amazing Grace,’ the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.

As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, “I never seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”

Apparently, I’m still lost… It’s a man thing.
 

Figong

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As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the back country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man, I didn’t stop for directions.

I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch.
...
I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn’t know what else to do, so I started to play.

The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I’ve never played before for this homeless man.

And as I played ‘Amazing Grace,’ the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.

As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, “I never seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”

Apparently, I’m still lost… It’s a man thing.
Can relate fully to how hard Amazing Grace hits on the bagpipes, have attended more than a few military burials over my time on this earth. Something that will never change, hits like a ton of bricks.
 

Carne Seca

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you too huh? We had 60mph gusts a few days ago, blew all my tin I was going to use to roof my chicken coop a few hundred feet away from where I had it stacked.

If the fence wasn't so high no telling where it would have ended up. I had it weighted down by 4 truck tires, some cinder blocks, and a bunch of salvaged lumber, it still wasn't enough.
Sustained 20 mph winds with gusts up to 35-40 mph. For weeks. WEEKS. :(
 

kinetic

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Never use violence in anger. Allow anger to power it, if necessary, but NEVER initiate violence because of anger! It'll get you caught every time! You normally seem chill, something really pissin' ya off?
My violent days are pretty much behind me. I've been missing my daily meditation, which has me a bit more on edge I guess. Long story short, my wife's had 86 centsin total raises over the last 4 years. I'm fucking heated. I can't say too much more but there's plenty of money being made by her staunch republican bosses to treat her atleast fairly. Not like some lazy, consistenly late, bare minimum employee.
 

minnesmoker

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I've recently realized I'm back on the road to Zen. I believe I'll even be able to meditate again, soon. (It's a brain block right now.) Chin up, remember, karma's a bitch, but she works alone...

It sucks, and, there are always "circumstances" ... I hate those "good republican" bosses. I hate to say it, but ... The more degreed, the more they feel that when people do things for them, that should be reward enough. In I.T. you wouldn't believe how the new engineers are SHIT ON by people with a few more MONTHS under their belt. Master's v. Bachelor's? Glad I'm not afraid to cut a bitch...

That's why I'm in a different industry. Where I know the boss is a greedy ass, because he told me when he hired me.
 

kinetic

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Just for the record the "pretty much behind me" in regards to violence is applicable only because I am willing to go backwards in the case of my child. All bets are off then, I didn't want to be a slouch at 45-50 before I had a child. I sure as hell am going to be able to intimidate a punk ass kid when/if the time comes. :fire:
 

Indagrow

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Just sold a cls550 pretty stoaked on my commission off it haha.. Dude traded in a mustang and I get to gut the system out of it two alpine twelves with a 1000 watt rockford amp. Today was a good day, off to Quans kitchen for some Chinese drinks and white rice!
 

minnesmoker

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Just for the record the "pretty much behind me" in regards to violence is applicable only because I am willing to go backwards in the case of my child. All bets are off then, I didn't want to be a slouch at 45-50 before I had a child. I sure as hell am going to be able to intimidate a punk ass kid when/if the time comes. :fire:
My line would be something like "Now son... A friendly word of advice here. That girl's daddy is a batshit crazy psychopath who spent more time behind bars than your pretty ass has seen on this beautiful globe." I just think the going all third-person like a g-rapper would add a bit of needed panache to it... Follow up with something like "Now son, this is a friendly talk, don't go doin' anything stupid like touchin' my little angel, or decidin' to get tough on me and bring a gun to a knife fight."

Maybe get a marshy-field scene tattooed, with a bunch of freshly turned graves, and an empty one... Headstone on that one readying "You next?"
 

greenswag

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My line would be something like "Now son... A friendly word of advice here. That girl's daddy is a batshit crazy psychopath who spent more time behind bars than your pretty ass has seen on this beautiful globe." I just think the going all third-person like a g-rapper would add a bit of needed panache to it... Follow up with something like "Now son, this is a friendly talk, don't go doin' anything stupid like touchin' my little angel, or decidin' to get tough on me and bring a gun to a knife fight."

Maybe get a marshy-field scene tattooed, with a bunch of freshly turned graves, and an empty one... Headstone on that one readying "You next?"
I would love to see some punk shit his pants to that. I always do excellent when I meet someones parents, no matter how hard they try to seem like a bad ass and scare me, they end up laughing and shaking my hand telling me to come back before the end of the visit every time. :bigjoint:
 

minnesmoker

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I would love to see some punk shit his pants to that. I always do excellent when I meet someones parents, no matter how hard they try to seem like a bad ass and scare me, they end up laughing and shaking my hand telling me to come back before the end of the visit every time. :bigjoint:
When I was young, I was a charmer ... When I was around 16, I got one dad that actually did the shotgun cleaning thing. Wound up his pot connection and his smokin' bud, I was with his daughter for a while, and his wife while he went on a trip to Japan...


Oops.

EDIT: Did the "crazy buddy" thing for a friend a couple years ago, when they were having a problem with a young man's desires on their daughter. We were smokin' buddies, I figured I could lend a crazy look and bust out the tight t-shirt that day. I love the "You didn't bring a gun to a knife fight" line...
 
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