Troubled Waters

Back at ya Iwiner

this thread is still going?

...back at ya pony boy

not sure what to make of protos post...will be pondering his comments during booze blunts and burgers...

happy bbq day to all the drity shooters...

I would like to publicly apologize to my good friend Michael Paul.  He does not deserve to have the burden of being the reason behind the punishment I unleashed on myself last night.  MP you are a great friend and a good man.  I am welling up as I type this brother.  Please MP, you are a crucial ingredient to the Troubled Waters thread and to be quite honest I don't know if it would survive without you.  Please come back to us MP, I am very sorry and will punish myself......no I won't.  I will not give you a guilty conscience again.

Boys the 4th is here and I because I despise fireworks so much I have decided to wait in the bushes of my grown up neighbors who still like to shoot off roman candles like they are 4 years old.  I waited until the fuse was lit on a rocket and a second before I thought it would take fight I jumped out from the bushes and leaped over the rocket.  This was a powerful rocket and even though I put tape over my mouth to keep the rocket out, it broke through the tape, went into my mouth and exploded there.  Needless to say this was a situation that did not favor me, and the neighbors actually started laughing. 

Next they started lighting the rockets and throwing them at me.  I ran to my house and inside the house where I took cover and dodged the rockets coming in through the windows.  You have to understand that one of the guys is a professional rocket heaver, so he is deadly accurate. 

Well I hope your 4th turns out a little better than mine.  I hope MP is ok.

Message in a Bottle

we are internet blood brothers...

cmon Mike dont hate on new  peeps who come in here to shoot dirt....

no man...that shit was spot on bro...

Bozo the Clown.  Paging Mr. Bozo the Clown.  Come in Mr. Clown.  Your thoughts are needed on the Casey Anthony trial verdict as you would be an expert on the subject compared to some illiterates in the forum here.  Are you there Mr. Clown?  We need your insight immediately sir. 

Description of a Fool

For Caylee

https://youtu.be/_YP4050e6hs

we need to get this thread going in a better direction. I think we should get a 16 poem/bar between  Spock and the heavy favorite  Proto..........Maybe the winner gets a prize....  we could set lines and all that shit.....

This isn't the original, correct?

Just did a long stint, and i'm still getting re-acclimated to forum freedom, maybe ill be around some. This is where I spent many of my early covers days

What are prisons like in Zimbabwe squinta?  I bet it is a place where I would fold like a cheap suit. 

True story here boys.  About 12 years ago I was arrested for a DUI at about 3 in the morning driving home from a party.  I didn't put on my blinker when I changed lanes and cop pulled me over.  I had close to an 8 ball in my sock.  Cop patted me down of course but did not feel the drugs in my sock.  So they took me to jail cause I blew a 0.23 (barely buzzed). 

From city jail they took me to county.  At county they made me take off my clothes.  A guard was assigned to watch me do this.  As I went to take off the sock with the drugs in it, I stuck a finger down the side of the sock and wrapped it around the bag.  I did this quick so then I just pulled it into my closed hand, and pulled off my sock all at the same time.  The guard did not notice.  So I just held it until he told me to put clothes back on.  He didn't pay attention then and I just put it in my pocket.  Spent the night in jail with an 8 ball.  I told everybody there in the DUI tank (like a fool) that I had an 8 ball with me.  Bailed out the next day, nobody told. 

Now for the present.  I feel like a failure.  How many times can I say this?  Until it changes.  The loneliest punk is in desperate need of money.  Strong arming covers did not work.  Those are some stone cold businessmen.  Why pay me when I post anyway?  Am I even worth paying?  Probably not. 

Loser, punk, wimp, shell of my former self, basket case, fuck head, trespasser, goon.  Can you understand this?

Tender Roni:  Tonight I need your sweet caress, hold me in the darkness.

Hold me in the darkness

A beautiful song full of promise, sometimes I simply cry a river when i listen to it.  The tears have already started, I need a tender roni to hold me.  Or is this just a silly dream?

    

I understand,I will always understand

better to pay you then  that other useless female covers poster...thats for fn sure...

Why did they trow the book at ya? Are you a criminal squinta ?

you guys hes talkin about being incarcerated in covers prison... a place Im far to used to 

Straighten up and fly right son.

Been leaping some rope today boys.  I'm not in shape and I'm starting to feel like I am middle aged.  Walked outside, took out my rope, and started hopping along.  Up and down the street I went, stopping only to catch my breath and recover.  Some neighborhood girls had thought I was a hired clown for a birthday party, and started skipping and laughing along with me. 

It was a bit awkward, especially when I realized I could not keep up with them and fell over my rope trying to keep up.  There are rain gutters on the side of nearly every street, and when I fell face forward I went straight inside a gutter and got lodged in there.  Couldn't get out and my face (along with half my body) was inside this gutter.  Stuck if you will. 

I don't know why but when I get in trouble or scared, I start yelping like a hurt dog.  The little neighborhood girls thought it was funny and all part of a clowns act (WTF????), so they ran over and started trying to push me completely into the sewer.  I yelped as loud as I could, and pleaded with the mean girls.  They started kicking me.  A couple kicks landed straight on my balls as I laid there stuck, and this triggered the ole' fight or flight syndrome in me.

So I gained an incredible amount of strength, dislodged myself by twisting into a pretzel like formation, and ran as fast as I could.  I left the rope and everything.  When I got home my wife slapped me for scaring the girls who were now crying because they found out I was really not a clown (well not the type of clown they wanted).

I'm not sure where this ranks in my life's "diary of a dufus in full conundrum", but it sure is a bit disturbing as I think back.  I will try again to put this episode behind me but the fuse is getting shorter.

Tonight as I drift off to sweet symphony, I will imagine a tender roni and yearn for the days of yore.  I will reach and holler while I get my Z's, and hope for the real thing, not just a tease.

Secret Lovers

I am proud of the way you extracated yourself from the sewer, did you see any rats or baseball? Proto, what sign are you, i think you were born under a bad sign  https://youtu.be/uuThNm_iLRs