The Goat Pen

I had a dream last night that I was kicking Stu's ass. Not beating him up in a fight, but rather he was in some kind of hammock or sling-like structure with his ass hanging downward, and I was standing there kicking it over and over. I'm glad I remembered that...

I had a dream that my wife bought a smokey and the bandit edition trans am for our anniversary (which was last night), then I had another dream where I was telling her that I dreamed she bought me a smokey and the bandit edition trans am, and I was wearing the Burt Reynolds cowboy hat with ostrich feather band and cowboy boots standing in a ditch in that dream.

Goddamn, I really want that car.

I looked it up and he doesn't even wear a hat like that in the first one, but he does in sequeal. I've never given that hat a second thought, for the life of me I can't figure out why I'd have a dream of me wearing it

"I had a dream that my wife bought a smokey and the bandit edition trans am for our anniversary (which was last night)"

When did you say the boy's birthday is?

Turd Ferguson!

hedge wrote:We had a few keg parties at my parents house, but nothing too excessive. Plus, the drinking age was 18 back then, so it wasn't as big a deal back then as people make it out to be now. Our main party area was a dude's grandmother's house out in the country (well, it was country back then, there's a mall out there now), we would just set up a keg beside the tobacco barn. I set up a bong hit table a few times and charged by the toke. Good times...

You never had a keg party at your house. Bryan did. Once.

Where is this other place?

Taaaawwwwddd RePAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSS?

(that's Todd Repass in non-country grit accent)

Why do you lie, hedge?

hedge wrote:"I had a dream that my wife bought a smokey and the bandit edition trans am for our anniversary (which was last night)"

When did you say the boy's birthday is?

5 months from now

I stumbled upon a trans am on craigslist AND I watched the episode of Archer where Burt Reynolds dates his mother. The dream was inevitable

"You never had a keg party at your house. Bryan did. Once."

I said "we". Plus, I had other keg parties at my house, but I didn't invite losers, which is why you never knew about them. Until now...

Stu 3, Hedge 1

Damn hedge. You are such a liar.

eCat wrote:I had a dream that my wife bought a smokey and the bandit edition trans am for our anniversary (which was last night), then I had another dream where I was telling her that I dreamed she bought me a smokey and the bandit edition trans am, and I was wearing the Burt Reynolds cowboy hat with ostrich feather band and cowboy boots standing in a ditch in that dream.

Goddamn, I really want that car.

Heh, that is funny.

My boy has the Trans Am (Rat, Spacer, Dot and maybe AA remember Westdawg from the old WX forums). It's dope, but my favorite of his is the hard top convertible '65 Vette he owns. It would have people taking pictures when we stopped at lights.

Yes, I remember West. He bought, sold, restored cars and was a banker/financier/IRS/Ops/Marketing guy with a beautiful nubian wife. And he lived in Vegas.

I think I asked you if he was a fake years ago.

Yeah, now I do remember you asking for second source verification of his narrative. I would be hard to believe. He lives a fairly charmed life, all considering.

A man is walking home alone late one foggy night... when behind him he hears: Bump... BUMP... BUMP... Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog he makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him. BUMP... BUMP... BUMP... Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him FASTER... FASTER... BUMP... BUMP... BUMP... He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him. However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping clappity-BUMP... clappity-BUMP... clappity-BUMP... on his heels, the terrified man runs. Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps. With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door. Bumping and clapping toward him. The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup! Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket... and, The coffin stops

thats 2 minutes I'll never get back

It took you 2 minutes to read that? Do you have to sound out the words?

Phonics is your phriend.

Considering that is posted every year, it was all of 8 seconds of my time.