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Post by FLORIDA HERD FAN on Mar 8, 2016 17:07:47 GMT
Dyslexics have a distinct advantage. They run the bases the opposite way.
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Post by Bevo on Mar 8, 2016 18:24:34 GMT
Dyslexics have a distinct advantage. They run the bases the opposite way. On college campuses today, boys are REQUIRED to get verbal permission before proceeding to the next base...
In my (very limited) experience, it was better to attempt to steal the base, and just see if you get thrown out!
Good thing I'm not in college now.
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Post by doc on Mar 8, 2016 20:13:35 GMT
working at a university, all employees had to go through sexual assault/harassment training in the event a student confides in you that something of that nature had actually happened to them. All I can say is if the young lady had one drop of alcohol the young man is better off going back to his dorm and getting friendly with the palm of his hand. Not how it used to be but it certainly is now. Something they may say they want to do the night before after a few beers is often viewed as 'he took advantage of me' the next morning when the guilt starts to set in.
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Post by Bevo on Mar 8, 2016 20:25:37 GMT
Something they may say they want to do the night before after a few beers is often viewed as 'he took advantage of me' the next morning when the guilt starts to set in.
And they wonder why boys don't want to go to college anymore??
This is just ridiculous.
There is a significant number of girls out there who are conniving, manipulative B*itches who would love nothing more than to hold this kind of threat over the head of some dude they aren't pleased with.
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Post by FLORIDA HERD FAN on Mar 9, 2016 1:19:02 GMT
All right, I'll give into Bevo's prodding, who wants to know what the "bases" were like before electricity.
I was corrupted by a very worldly woman on New Years Eve 1960. I was 14 at the time, and a very innocent high school sophomore. The "very worldly woman" was also a high school sophomore, but two years older.
My parents dropped us off at an all-night theater, and then took off for a big party. My date and I caught a taxi and went back to my parents house, where we proceeded to attack my father's liquor cabinet. After a while, she went upstairs and came back down wearing my father's robe. I told her that she had to take it off -- and that is exactly what she did. She then proceeded to introduce me to the ways of the world.
From that point forward, I considered it to be my mission in life to pass along the lessons she taught me to every young woman who was worthy of a second glance.
A postscript: I told a good friend of mine a couple of weeks ago that I have never cheated on a woman in my life -- which is true. I didn't intend for it to be funny, but he practically died laughing when I told him that I have been totally faithful to hundreds of women.
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Post by redwood on Mar 9, 2016 10:46:19 GMT
I only found out a couple of years ago that the Puritans in New England had a form of dating called "bundling" and it blew my mind. If you are not familiar with it, you need to look it up.
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Post by Bevo on Mar 9, 2016 16:50:59 GMT
Ugh... my New Year's Eve experience at age 14 was MUCH worse... I was home, alone... while my parents and sister were out partying. I decided to try, for the very first time, some alcohol for myself. I picked Bacardi rum. It was pretty terrible, at first... but, it kept getting a little easier with each shot. I did some experiments: Checking to see if I could still play the piano, etc. Then I drunk-dialed the hot younger sister of a friend of mine (Not all that successfully).
I vaguely remember thinking, "I need to get in bed". My sister and her boyfriend (later to be husband) found me first.... thankfully. I was lying in bed throwing up all over myself. I was actually very lucky to not die.
They got me, and my bed cleaned up before my folks came home... but, there was no hiding what had happened. It was awful. I felt like SHI ITE all day the next day... while watching Texas lose to Nebraska in the Cotton Bowl. Ohio State and Penn State also won bowl games that day... it was just a BAD DAY, all around.
To this day, I'm not a big fan of Rum.
VERY different New Year's Eve at 14 stories.... both, memorable in their own way.
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Post by Bevo on Mar 9, 2016 16:52:02 GMT
I only found out a couple of years ago that the Puritans in New England had a form of dating called "bundling" and it blew my mind. If you are not familiar with it, you need to look it up. Ugh... "Bundling sounds like torture. I bet it was invented by a girl.
I also bet, some young lads figure out a way to cut holes in them blankets! :-)
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Post by FLORIDA HERD FAN on Mar 9, 2016 19:30:04 GMT
Wikipedia;
From 1938, Monroe Aurand, Jr., in 27 of Little Know Facts About Bundling in the New World a minor tale about the concept of bundling:
The Candidate and the Maid who didn't get to Bundle
One of those "pathetic stories." They tell this story pretty well over the entire country.
It is about a candidate for sheriff some years ago. The office-seaker came to a rural home late in the afternoon. He inquired whether he could obtain a meal, and lodging for the night. the reply was that he could have both. The supper was a fine one and the candidate was in excellent humor.
As was the customary in those days, folks went to bed rather early and on announcing that he believed he would be off to bed, if they would tell him where to sleep, he'd retire.
The farmer said: "We don't have much room, but you can sleep with the hired girl."
The candidate replied that he was a married man, and a candidate, too, and that if it became generally known throughout the country that he had slept with a hired girl during his campaign, that some constituents might misconstrue his motives and manners; could he have no other place to sleep? The farmer said the only other place he could think of was in the barn.
So rather than chance it to sleep with the hired girl on account of what might have happened to him, and his campaign, he decided on the barn.
Early next morning, he heard the hired girl come into a cow stable and let out the cows.
After milking one or two, she came back to release a bull which had become restless, leading him to one of the cows. The story goes that the old bull sniffed around a bit, turned his head, and drawing away.
This infuriated the maid, and she yelled at the bull in evident disgust: "What the devil's a-matter with you? Are you a candidate for sheriff, too?"
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Post by Bevo on Mar 9, 2016 22:31:08 GMT
LOL That reminds me of one of my favorite jokes when I was a kid...
Two guys driving and there car breaks So they got to a fruit farmer and say "Fruit farmer do you have a place for us to stay tonight" The fruit farmer replies "Sure you can stay upstairs with my daughter just no sleeping with her"
Unfortunately his daughter was a knock out so the two guys screwed the hell out of her The next day the fruit farmer says since you disobeyed me i want each of you to go out in my fields and pick a hundred pieces of your favorite fruit. Relieved, the two guys said I thought he would be pissed So the two guys set out to pick there fruit
The first guy comes back with a hundred cherries. To his surprise he finds himself staring at a double-barrelled shotgun And the fruit farmer says "Now shove them all up you ass"
Well the guy gets to 25 and he starts giggling, He gets to 50 and he starts laughing, Finally gets to a hundred and he is laughing so hard pees a small stream down the inside of his trousers Not amused the fruit farmer yells "What the hell so damn funny?" The guy replies "I'm just laughing at my buddy because he is picking watermelons"
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Post by Bevo on Mar 10, 2016 16:20:47 GMT
You know? There was a time in my life when I could tell 20 to 30 jokes... just off the top of my head. I could have people rolling with laughter. Before I posted that joke above? I couldn't think of ONE.
I couldn't even remember THAT one... Had to do a google search, using terms I knew might be there. Luckily, that worked.
I'm not sure if this means my memories just SHOT (Probably)... or... I'm just having a LOT LESS fun than I used to??
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Post by FLORIDA HERD FAN on Mar 10, 2016 17:48:33 GMT
You know? There was a time in my life when I could tell 20 to 30 jokes... just off the top of my head. I could have people rolling with laughter. Before I posted that joke above? I couldn't think of ONE. I couldn't even remember THAT one... Had to do a google search, using terms I knew might be there. Luckily, that worked. I'm not sure if this means my memories just SHOT (Probably)... or... I'm just having a LOT LESS fun than I used to?? Lol. I was in Amsterdam on business a few years ago. Executives of a Dutch company took me and my associate to an Indonesian rijsttafel for dinner. My associate advised me in a discrete whisper to avoid Catholic jokes. That was all it took to totally block out all jokes from my mind, except for Catholic jokes. It was non-stop Catholic jokes for the next 3 hours.
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Post by tigercpa on Mar 11, 2016 14:15:45 GMT
So, we got to talking about this and related topics at dinner earlier this week...
Spin the bottle, bases, 7 minutes in heaven, truth or dare, etc.
good times!
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Post by Bevo on Mar 11, 2016 15:40:08 GMT
So, we got to talking about this and related topics at dinner earlier this week... Spin the bottle, bases, 7 minutes in heaven, truth or dare, etc. good times!
When I was in junior high, some of my friends (never me, of course.... ) would steal Hustlers or Penthouse magazines from a local Sunny's convenience store. We would GLADLY have bought them, if they'd sell them to us. We kept them bundled up in foil, stuffed under an air conditioner next to a utility building behind a local church. We went to great lengths to keep them secret. Gawd, I can't image what we'd have done then if we'd had the internet of today. Probably, NEVER go outside.
Spin the bottle was sheer terror then.
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