Abusing freebies
A friend of mine recently attended a 'Champaign Lunch', where he was compelled drink as much fizzy stuff as he could between the first and last courses. In an ideal world we'd ask restaurant staff to tell us stories about fatties stuffing themselves at All You Can Eat places, but we recognise that our members don't all work in the catering trade, so for the rest of you - tell us something about abusing freebies. BTW: Bee puns = you fail.
( , Thu 8 Nov 2007, 14:16)
A friend of mine recently attended a 'Champaign Lunch', where he was compelled drink as much fizzy stuff as he could between the first and last courses. In an ideal world we'd ask restaurant staff to tell us stories about fatties stuffing themselves at All You Can Eat places, but we recognise that our members don't all work in the catering trade, so for the rest of you - tell us something about abusing freebies. BTW: Bee puns = you fail.
( , Thu 8 Nov 2007, 14:16)
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Company Picnic
In 1967, my dad and both his bros took us littlies and our cousins to his comp'ny picnic and we all got raffle tickets upon entry."Oh, aren't they cute? Here, youngun, hang on to that, you might win some candy or something!"
Well, there were SO many of us (with the same last name) that fully 80% of the very nice prizes were won by my family! "Ok, number 310034! Who's got 310034?" "Oh, Jeez, it's the Andersons again. Christ! How many fuckin' kids have they got?" It became monotonous.
Some 3 year old would shyly tiptoe up up the podium to stagger away with a skilsaw or a fifth of Johnnie walker Red amidst groans from battered old carpenters and electricians. My dad would have a shit-eating grin on his face, "Just put it here in the pile, Robbie."
They banned us from entering next year. Some of the older geezers still talk about it.
( , Wed 14 Nov 2007, 13:51, Reply)
In 1967, my dad and both his bros took us littlies and our cousins to his comp'ny picnic and we all got raffle tickets upon entry."Oh, aren't they cute? Here, youngun, hang on to that, you might win some candy or something!"
Well, there were SO many of us (with the same last name) that fully 80% of the very nice prizes were won by my family! "Ok, number 310034! Who's got 310034?" "Oh, Jeez, it's the Andersons again. Christ! How many fuckin' kids have they got?" It became monotonous.
Some 3 year old would shyly tiptoe up up the podium to stagger away with a skilsaw or a fifth of Johnnie walker Red amidst groans from battered old carpenters and electricians. My dad would have a shit-eating grin on his face, "Just put it here in the pile, Robbie."
They banned us from entering next year. Some of the older geezers still talk about it.
( , Wed 14 Nov 2007, 13:51, Reply)
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