I wonder if they take beard hair.......
Animal
i am 38 years old and have never had a haircut in my life.
my hair is extremely long; it reaches past my derriere.
i can say, without conceit, that it truly is my crowning gory.
I wonder if they take beard hair.......
Animal
ok, now that i have your attention................................... it seems like most of the witnesses i know, and who have posted here, say their parents kept them in the dark about sex.
do you agree?
my parents never discussed it at all- in fact- if they did- or saw a love scene on tv- my mom would always say "thats disgusting' (yeah, right mom) .
I learned sex when I was 15 and banged the shit out of a Finnish chick my folks were studying with.... and the rest I learned as I stumbled thru with other women, young and old.
My kids were exposed to quite a bit more than most kids growing up.... motorcycle babes all nekis, hanging on my garage walls.... my bro's coming over and saying how they f*cked this gal or that..... but I never gave them an official lesson.
I did tell my son that, if he gets hot and heavy with a girl, look the girl in the eyes, and see HIS SISTER!!! He said thanks alot.... hehe. I then proceded to explain why he doesnt want to get ANY girl pregnant before marraige, and not for 2-5 years after marraige.
My best advise to him? "Make them swallow, son"
Animal
since myself has requested i tell the story of my discovery of mai tai's from another thread, here it is.
feel free to add your favorite drinking story so i dont feel like the only lush here.
back in the middle of 1970, on my second flight to vietnam, i met up with two buddies at ft. lewis, washington i had come home with and we were scheduled for the same flight back over, a military chartered flight on united airlines.
I spent most of my life drinking lots.... from 1972 thru 1994 ... it went with the "biker" lifestyle of then.
My worst was when I went to an Alice Cooper concert in Harrisburg, PA back in 72... I had gotten caught as a runaway in KY and sent back to my loving parents, so I was heading out again. I hooked up with some freaks in school that were going and I went along. 6 of us piled into a car and drove the 100 or so miles to the concert (it was in Hershey, actually). We got there way too early, and to kill time, we broke out a bottle of Slo Gin... passed it around, and washed it down with beer and some refer I had. We were sitting in the doorway to the stadium, last I remembered, drinking. Next thing I know, I wake up with thousands of people around me. I had passed out while the crowds showed up.... well, standing up quickly just made the puke rise in my throat... I needed air FAST... I push thru the crowd, away from the doorway. I get in the open and I am fine, so I work my way back into the crowd, pushing to the doorway. They werent happy at all, but I made it. Once there, I have to puke again, so I leave again.... but this time I puke halfway out of the crowd, hitting them with pure Slo Gin and beer... and I kept moving, scared that I would get killed.
After I recovered, my next job was finding my friends.... all my stuff was in thier car and I was running away after the concert. There were just thousands of people there. I stood on the mezinine section, leaning on the railing, smoking joints with the people sitting near me. I got re-wasted again, when out of nowhere some dude runs by me, down the 50 or so steps, and on to the main floor, cops right behind him. Well, everyone on the floor stands up and the guy is lost in the crowd. The cops come back up the steps and leave, and I am there cheering, clapping, and jumping around.... and fell right down those stairs, all the way to the bottom. Some dudes sitting in the front row helped me up, and halfway up those stairs, I fell again, to the bottom. Ugh....
I finally made it to the top, and held the rail for my dear life. My friends eventually found me, at the railing, hanging on.
Fast forward maybe to 1978, in York, PA... I was a boss and hired a guy to work with us. In a partying mode one nite after work, we were discussing old experiences and the Alice Cooper concert came up. I said I was there, and he proceded to tell me about this dickhead that fell down the steps TWICE, to where they were in the front row. I asked if they shared a joint or two with him.... he stared.... we had met, sorta, before we ever really met. It was too wierd.
We are best of friends to this day.
Animal
my jw dad calls me every once in awhile and is very friendly.
i have even went to his house for dinner,went shopping with him and his wife.
then months go by and i call he is cold and distant.so i figure he doesn't want a relationship.
Lets see... the woman that bore me didnt know if I was dead or alive from 1975 or so thru when my wife had our son in 1985. When she called, I asked her what was up... she said she cared. What went thru that phone line after that statement I am not allowed to type per Simons rules. Needless to say, we dont talk now much (she is active again).
My kids grew up knowing "grammy (my mothers name) wasnt my favorite person. They asked why, I told them flat out why. I doubt they like JW's either, ever.
Before you ask... no, I dont like or miss my folks. Like they used to tell me, they made thier bed, they can sleep in it.
Animal
sometimes when i have gotten home from a busy day or spent way to much time with family members, i like to go into my office or out into the garden.
at this time i will sit and listen to the silence.
the lack of noise brings me peace at times, when i do not have to hear everyone's problems or deal with how upset everyone thinks the world is making them.
thats why I love riding my bike.... straight pipes screaming.... and yet it is silent to me. I think my best on the bike, no one around to bother me.
Buy a bike, hit the highway... you will get into the "mode" and your mind will take off and do things it never did before. Really, ask anyone that rides.
Animal
...with stops along the way in bird-in-hand and lancaster.. that's right.
today, i, my wife and my mother-in-law loaded ourselves into the car and drove down to pennsylvania dutch country, where we visited the towns of intercourse, paradise, and the others i mentioned.
we went to the mennonite information center, where we heard a lecture about the israelite tabernacle in the wilderness, enhanced by viewing an actual size model of the tabernacle.
hey Nikita.. I see you were from my old stomping grounds.... I grew up in Upper Darby.
Animal
...with stops along the way in bird-in-hand and lancaster.. that's right.
today, i, my wife and my mother-in-law loaded ourselves into the car and drove down to pennsylvania dutch country, where we visited the towns of intercourse, paradise, and the others i mentioned.
we went to the mennonite information center, where we heard a lecture about the israelite tabernacle in the wilderness, enhanced by viewing an actual size model of the tabernacle.
Teens cant have a beard... you are beardless until married.
My circle of friends/bikers were invited to several "barn parties" in Lancaster. These parties are for the amish boys that turn 16... to get all the stuff out of thier system before going into manhood. Well, I wasnt too keen on going drinking with a bunch of kids, so I wasnt gonna go. Then, I hear one of my friends tell me that "all that happens there is either fightin or f*ckin"... hahaha.. that finished it, I wasnt going. All I could picture is us bike guys and these drunk teens... and the cops.
As for the undercover amaish show, I will probly try to see it. The amish have the right idea in living.... do thier own thing and ignore the rest. No insurance, no social security, and no bullsh*t. Also, they have no electricity, so the JW apologists wont be able to attack them here on the net :)
Animal
...with stops along the way in bird-in-hand and lancaster.. that's right.
today, i, my wife and my mother-in-law loaded ourselves into the car and drove down to pennsylvania dutch country, where we visited the towns of intercourse, paradise, and the others i mentioned.
we went to the mennonite information center, where we heard a lecture about the israelite tabernacle in the wilderness, enhanced by viewing an actual size model of the tabernacle.
1% clubs are the so-called outlaw clubs..... motorcycle type.
Animal
just so i don't miss anybody who is interested.... my results from the ekg and the echogram showed a severe leak in a heart valve.
i am going for an angiogram on the 15th but the cardiologist says the liklihood is great that i will need open heart surgery.
rare for a 30 year old but if necessary, it is necessary.. no word yet on the results of the blood work for liver enzymes and hepatitis.
I had open heart surgery in my 30's... quad bypass.... no symptoms, just found it by accident. After about 6 weeks of healing, I was rebuilding my harley. I lifted the engine and put it in the frame at 6 weeks, and didnt get hurt.... if that gives you an idea of your timeframe.
I wish you the best...
Animal
...with stops along the way in bird-in-hand and lancaster.. that's right.
today, i, my wife and my mother-in-law loaded ourselves into the car and drove down to pennsylvania dutch country, where we visited the towns of intercourse, paradise, and the others i mentioned.
we went to the mennonite information center, where we heard a lecture about the israelite tabernacle in the wilderness, enhanced by viewing an actual size model of the tabernacle.
We lived near the amish, the buggies going by our house daily. They are a religious bunch, but they dont want others brought in.... very clanish. They love bikers, for some reason. I got into many conversations with the amish guys when I stopped at this one store where they hitch the horses near where I parked my bike.
A few years back, 3 amish teens were busted for selling coke to thier peers in the amish world. It was news as big as the Dateline thing... then it was found out that they were getting the drugs from a local 1% club.... the shit hit the fan then....
After moving to Arizona last year, the only thing I miss MIGHT be the amish. Otherwise, that I prefer my 110+ degree/low humidity place here.
Animal