The Life and Times of an Idiot

OK, I'll play.

I was home on leave prior to going to Okinawa in '87. Me and a buddy were out riding the dirt roads one night. (In this part of the country, that's what we do for fun. Some posters understand) Any way, we were a few beers in and I mentioned to my buddy that MTV was in Daytona for the week for Spring Break. About midnight, I finally talked him into going with me. When he agreed, I turned around. He asked where we were going and I told him we were headed to his house so he could pack some clothes. We were sitting in Daytona when the sun came up. Turn the clock forward a couple of days.... We were in a club on the strip...I was drinking tequila sunrises. I was headed to the bar for another one and some chick had her feet propped up on a chair blocking the aisle. I stopped and just looked at her.....she asked me, "What's the password?". I thought for a few seconds and then leaned down and stuck my tongue down her throat. I mean I seriously laid one on her. When I stood back up, she stood up and grabbed my hand. Practically drug me back to her hotel room. To this day, I still have no clue what her name was.
I call her Mom you sumbitch,, now I know why you think we're related o_O
 
So we pull out of the county jail parking lot sipping on warm beer … and pull over two blocks away to roll a joint and plan our strategy … we go to my brother's trailer so he can shower and change clothes. Of course it was a ten minute drive so we had to smoke another one as soon as we got there. Travis comes back to the living room somewhat refreshed and I look at him and ask where are the women at? He kind of shakes his head, sits down and being not sure what to say … rolls another. Mike says dammit, your brother just got you out of jail, stoned and gave you some beer … where are the women at???!!!

Travis hung his head and said that he had three lined up but he was ashamed to take us. I asked him who he was ashamed more of, us or them … that bastard mumbled something about the apartments in Cordova and lit the joint. I said, look … we can go that way, meet them and tell them we are going to the line for some liquor. Me, you and Mike can got to the line and buy some liquor and decide if we are going back. We rolled one for the road, grabbed the warm beer and set out on our quest.

So we pull in at the apartments and Travis said I really don't want to do this but since we are here … he knocked on the door and this woman of at least 70 and only one tooth open the door and jumps into his arms and plants a deep kiss … full of tongue … on Travis. Travis pushes her off of him as we walk in, points at a chair and says "Sit your ass on that chair and don't get up!" There was a girl that the best comparison I can make is to say that she looked about the size of Mount Cody, except not in as good of shape. And one other gal that was kind of homely but thin … by far the best of the lot.

Travis introduced us and said that we were wanting to party if they were up to it … but we were going to the county line to get some beer/liquor first. They were game so we smoked a joint with them and left. Not much was said on the way to the liquor store until we got into the parking lot … I spoke up and said I was game but wanted to know about everyone else so I would know how much liquor to buy. Mike said fuck it, get plenty and Travis just hung his head. I bought two half gallons of vodka and a fifth of Jack, Coke and some OJ.
 
So we pull out of the county jail parking lot sipping on warm beer … and pull over two blocks away to roll a joint and plan our strategy … we go to my brother's trailer so he can shower and change clothes. Of course it was a ten minute drive so we had to smoke another one as soon as we got there. Travis comes back to the living room somewhat refreshed and I look at him and ask where are the women at? He kind of shakes his head, sits down and being not sure what to say … rolls another. Mike says dammit, your brother just got you out of jail, stoned and gave you some beer … where are the women at???!!!

Travis hung his head and said that he had three lined up but he was ashamed to take us. I asked him who he was ashamed more of, us or them … that bastard mumbled something about the apartments in Cordova and lit the joint. I said, look … we can go that way, meet them and tell them we are going to the line for some liquor. Me, you and Mike can got to the line and buy some liquor and decide if we are going back. We rolled one for the road, grabbed the warm beer and set out on our quest.

So we pull in at the apartments and Travis said I really don't want to do this but since we are here … he knocked on the door and this woman of at least 70 and only one tooth open the door and jumps into his arms and plants a deep kiss … full of tongue … on Travis. Travis pushes her off of him as we walk in, points at a chair and says "Sit your ass on that chair and don't get up!" There was a girl that the best comparison I can make is to say that she looked about the size of Mount Cody, except not in as good of shape. And one other gal that was kind of homely but thin … by far the best of the lot.

Travis introduced us and said that we were wanting to party if they were up to it … but we were going to the county line to get some beer/liquor first. They were game so we smoked a joint with them and left. Not much was said on the way to the liquor store until we got into the parking lot … I spoke up and said I was game but wanted to know about everyone else so I would know how much liquor to buy. Mike said fuck it, get plenty and Travis just hung his head. I bought two half gallons of vodka and a fifth of Jack, Coke and some OJ.
now I know yall had to discuss who does who,,, rock paper scissors... sump'm
 
now I know yall had to discuss who does who,,, rock paper scissors... sump'm
First come, first served then rotate. back then it was 18-80, blind crippled, crazy and bald. The bald part is a different story

@batchaps4me seriously, you could write short stories and get them published,, you have great style or is it prose ??

I am just telling it like I remember … I ain't making this shit up. I tried selling a couple of these at a comedy club but the comedians said they were not believable enough to work into their routine. But thanks, its like Lewis Grizzard meets Ron White!

On the way back to the apartment, Travis is trying to talk us out of this … Mike said hell no, you can walk home but we are going. I was like hell yeah!!! We went back in and grandma was still sitting in that chair and said the other two were upstairs. Travis started rolling another joint and I went and poured four Jack and Cokes. We smoked that joint and was sipping on our drinks when the other two came back downstairs. The pick of the litter came over and sit down beside me and Mt. Cody asked what we were drinking and Mike got up and led her to the kitchen.

In the mean time the homely gal is telling me how she had Travis Tritt's love child, but that was in Europe so the birth certificate didn't reflect that. I am just biding my time waiting for an opening and Travis gets up, grabs Mike's truck keys looks at the gal ... smiles and said let's go. Out the door they went. I am trying to figure out how that happened and Mt. Cody and Mike come dancing back into the living room ... she is wearing noting but about three yards of white cotton panties. Her boobs ... the only I an describe them is they were like someone filled both legs of pantyhose with oranges and taped it to her chest. Mike was dancing behind her playing with those things but he was duckwalking to reach the nipples.

It was like a car wreck ... I could not help but slow down and stare. After a few minutes, she told Mike BRB and went back in the kitchen and grabbed the whiskey and a handful of some kind of pills. As she walked into the living room, she threw the pills in her mouth and turned up that 2/3s of the fifth and sucked the bottom out of the bottle. The old lady looked at me and said that was a shame because she would fuck me but needed another drink or two first. My nerves are a little rattled so I reach down and grab the roaches from earlier, light one and eat the other.

About that time, Mt.Cody lets out a scream and sprints out her back door, and kept on screaming. Me and Mike jump up and go out back to see what is going on. That crazy bitch ran down the hill to the next apartment, lowered her head and ran straight at the neighbor's door. She missed it by a solid two feet, taking a header into the brick wall. By the time me and Mike made it down there, the neighbors were outside one yelling at his wife to call 911. Mike asked what we could do and they said go out front and direct the ambulance. I told Mike to go out there, I was going to grab our shit from the apartment and meet him there.

I stepped in the kitchen of her apartment and used her phone to call Dad. When he answered I said Dad, we are okay but in a jam. "Come to Cordova cross the River Bridge, turn around, pull over and turn off your headlights. If we are not in the truck in five minutes, go back home". I grabbed the two half gallons of vodka and started to the front. About the time I got to the senior citizen's chair, Mt. Cody's dad started down the stairs carrying a kid. I yelled "bye!" and out the door I went in a full gallop. Mike was in the street telling a couple of cops that he was certified in CPR and pointed to where the body was ... I hit the woods and when the cops headed to the apartments I yelled Come on and Hurry!!!

About 20 minutes later, Dad crossed the bridge turned around and pulled over. There must have been a half dozen cop cars and an ambulance with lights on at the apartments. We jumped into the back yelling GO, GO, GO DAMMITT!!! and off we went. When we got to Dad's, he got out and said, "do I want to know"? I said, "Dad, we did not do anything illegal, the cops weren't called on us, we just couldn't stand the pressure. Think about it tonight and if you are still curious in the morning I will tell you everything. If you don't mind, we are going to sleep in the garage(detached) tonight". Dad never asked.
 
OK, I'll play.

I was home on leave prior to going to Okinawa in '87. Me and a buddy were out riding the dirt roads one night. (In this part of the country, that's what we do for fun. Some posters understand) Any way, we were a few beers in and I mentioned to my buddy that MTV was in Daytona for the week for Spring Break. About midnight, I finally talked him into going with me. When he agreed, I turned around. He asked where we were going and I told him we were headed to his house so he could pack some clothes. We were sitting in Daytona when the sun came up. Turn the clock forward a couple of days.... We were in a club on the strip...I was drinking tequila sunrises. I was headed to the bar for another one and some chick had her feet propped up on a chair blocking the aisle. I stopped and just looked at her.....she asked me, "What's the password?". I thought for a few seconds and then leaned down and stuck my tongue down her throat. I mean I seriously laid one on her. When I stood back up, she stood up and grabbed my hand. Practically drug me back to her hotel room. To this day, I still have no clue what her name was.

It was probably me. I was in Daytona for Spring Break in 87. I had long hair and a tight ass back then.
 
if there is a troll at the end of this, you're going to be an instant legend.. cause I'm caught hook line n sinker 😲

I soooo wish I had one. Normally I can tell stuff like this … it really happened … and people just don't believe it. I can make up some crazy shit and pass it off as the truth. And the sad part is that I have seen and done a lot worse. I totaled my boyfriend-in-law's truck … he was my girlfriend's husband so we must have been related … and his insurance paid for the new waterbed that was in the back. That was one of those patrol widow stories.
 
Yesterday my son called me and I directed him to this thread (I hope he signs up, but message boards aren't really his thing). I told him to have his wife read the story, for self defense reasons. He is just like me, bless his heart, in most ways but if he can get his wife to understand his male role models from his youth and grade on a curve then I should be father of the year.
 
have you ever been so drunk you fell off the stool at a black jack table taking out the older women sitting next to you?
me either

I am not sure … it wouldn't make my top 50, or bottom 50 depending on the perspective, list of drunken moments. I doubt it would even be in the top/bottom 100 sober moments for me. I have been asked to leave either Waffle House and Omelet Shop in central Alabama multiple times. My Dad was so proud …
 
I am not sure … it wouldn't make my top 50, or bottom 50 depending on the perspective, list of drunken moments. I doubt it would even be in the top/bottom 100 sober moments for me. I have been asked to leave either Waffle House and Omelet Shop in central Alabama multiple times. My Dad was so proud …

was a single incident in a day that began with me drinking a bar out of Heineken before lunch and ended with me sleeping under a bush in a foreign country. i don't remember much but i know at some point i was wearing bright red lipstick and had a flower in my hair, a small catamaran was involved, and there were 3 women with me at dinner. after diner is a drunken blur other than the casino incident.
 
If I told my best story in detail, you'd figure out my identity by searching the news sites so I'll just leave you with the chapter headings.

Chapter 1- Friday

2- Pre-show

3- Penis Guitars

4-Sportin' a Woody

5-F*ck You Football Players

6-Run for the Boarder

7- Riot

8- Immovable Object

9- Sound of Silence

10- The Oval Office

11- Home Sweet Home
 
was a single incident in a day that began with me drinking a bar out of Heineken before lunch and ended with me sleeping under a bush in a foreign country. i don't remember much but i know at some point i was wearing bright red lipstick and had a flower in my hair, a small catamaran was involved, and there were 3 women with me at dinner. after diner is a drunken blur other than the casino incident.

Now I am going to have to type out the story about my first night of liberty during our sub's refit in Holy Loch, Scotland. The really funny part was after I got to the boat but … I can still hear that lady's 6 year old kid, when we accidentally woke him, screaming "get off my mum, get off my mum!!!' I shit you not, it was with Sean Connery's voice.
 
If I told my best story in detail, you'd figure out my identity by searching the news sites so I'll just leave you with the chapter headings.

Chapter 1- Friday

2- Pre-show

3- Penis Guitars

4-Sportin' a Woody

5-F*ck You Football Players

6-Run for the Boarder

7- Riot

8- Immovable Object

9- Sound of Silence

10- The Oval Office

11- Home Sweet Home
At least I don’t see a chapter entitled “the jail house blues “
 
Well this one doesn’t involve booze or drugs, but easily falls under the idiot category.

Wife wants to take kids to beach. Great idea in my opinion, love the beach. Can work on more skin cancer while doing nothing but soaking up some sun rays.

Get the small truck loaded up and ready to go when she comes out and tells me we need bikes for a bike ride there. I’m not happy, it went from me doing nothing at the beach to now having to take the big truck to fit the bikes and having to do physical work once there.

So we get to beach and it turns out no one wants to bike ride. Just a day of frolicking in the ocean. Day turns to evening and we decide on pizza at out favorite local place.

Get to truck and find that I have a rear flat tire. Great time to teach kids how to change tire. Jack the truck up, remove flat and instead of my usual protocol of placing it under truck frame until new tire is on, I decide to place in bed of truck before doing this.

Truck bed is full of bikes and tailgate won’t close completely with flat tire and bikes in it, so I shove the tire in further. Well this action results in me shoving the truck right off the jack and on to the pavement.

Had to get towed home because I also cut the brake line when I did this.
 
have you ever been so drunk you fell off the stool at a black jack table taking out the older women sitting next to you?


me either

I woke up one time about 4am wrapped around the front passenger tire of my best friends car. Hugging it like a fat chick. I was 17 and if he had drove off from the party because he couldn't find me, I would not be here to tell this story.
 
I woke up one time about 4am wrapped around the front passenger tire of my best friends car. Hugging it like a fat chick. I was 17 and if he had drove off from the party because he couldn't find me, I would not be here to tell this story.
I did something similar at the Bristol night race when I decided to take 4 pints of Seagram's in rather than beer. I made it about 250 laps. They found me under the truck with my feet sticking out under the passenger door.

No clue how I found our truck.
 
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