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I don't know what made me think of this, but one time when I was a
senior in high school I went to see a roller-hockey game at the
local roller-rink. My friends and I went to meet some girls, and
things just weren't working right with them...they were acting shady.
So we all had this thought that it might be funny to steal the hockey
puck from the game. Then, as if some divine power had been listening,
the puck landed a couple of feet from where we were standing.
The four of us looked at each other, picked up the puck and ran like
wild animals out the door. The players, refs and some fans started
chasing us as we ran, and right as we came out a car was heading
towards us, fast. Rather than being hit, we ran on top of it and
scaled the car as we panted with exuberance.
By this time, my buddy that was driving had gotten into his car and
was peeling out of the parking lot quickly while the three laughing
teens jumped into a moving car.
I still have that puck in my glove box.
Send me some funny stories and I'll make a section of it in the next
issue.
Later.
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Peace,
Tim
Mars
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JOHN DUNCAN AND TIM MARS
Pushing the doors aside, I can get the general layout of that place
I know so well. Hell, we all have a place like this. The hunting
ground where our wits and skills are tested. Whatever it is that
floats your boat is ready for indulgance.It could be the classy
architecture and striking tapestries and artwork. Or it could be the
seventy-two television stations, each tuned to a different sports
game. It could be the suspicious glance or the loud music. It could
be the local sudsy joint.
The bar.
Where the rich and the poor can play.
The smoke-laden haven where misfits and degenerates, hippies and
sororities, business men and homeless come together to indulge in the
fluid that supports their breathing, eating and sleeping.
More importantly --it's where the women are.
Amidst the senseless banter of the crowd....she's spotted. The siren
of the night. She stands, unaware. Unsuspecting.
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She's getting the long hard session tonight baby. Oh yeah. I'm
banging that shit.
Oh, my id speaketh from within. My psyche collapses. I consider my
options. It's still early. Let's not shoot thy foot. Have a few
"sense sharpening" drinks. Tonight is Seagram's...maybe beer. Yeah,
beer.
I think I see a girl that sat next to me in 8th grade before her dad
moved because of the air force. Keep that in mind. Option.
It's best to stay standing. You can get closer. Mental Note: Don't
stand when everyone else is sitting. Creepy. Don't fart. Stop
sniffing your fingers. Hands in pockets or out? Big decisions.
Behind the neck is always good. Common ground. Don't be nervous.
Stop talking to yourself.
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Here's some quality things to say to a lousy professor:
- "The class isn't really that dull...just you."
- "Can we skip the lecture for a quick game of 'Heads Up Seven
Up'?"
- "I'd love to stick it out through the rest of class, but I have
a life."
- "I'd be a foul person too if I had to look at us all day."
- "That last lesson you gave us was wonderful. One question.
What the Hell were you talking about?"
- "I'd hate to be grossly underpaid for my work, does it bother
you?"
- "I don't mind wasting my time and money on trivial things, why
do you think I took this class?"
- "Homework? Oh, you must have me confused with, what they call,
a 'student'."
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Next time you're in an elevator, take advantage of the fact that you
have lots of people in close quarters that desperately need
entertainment. Make sure you have a friend with you, and speak
quickly so everyone will hear your joke, and tell a story like this:
"Yeah, so this weekend my girl comes over and tells me she has a
surprise for me, right? She says she wants to blind fold me and take
me somewhere real special. So I'm like, 'Hell yeah', 'cuz I'm
thinking she's wanting to jump my bones, right? Well she takes me
out to this farm and it's dark and cold there."
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| "You have an odd smell today." |
At this point, lower your voice a little and continue...
"The animals made me feel dirty. I feel violated."
At this point the people in the elevator will try to act like they
are not listening to you. Pay no mind to this.
"I've never done anything like that. It was sick. I felt dirty
all weekend. Yet there was a rawness, a pure animal instinct thing
we had going....Wow. I'm just speechless."
Generally, it's about at this time that the elevator thins out real
quick and people decide that it's a good idea to take the stairs.
Hours of fun.
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Here's some new dance moves for all the coordinated people that
still think The Bee Gee's are "in".
"The Hurt Eye Dance"- Cover your eye and convulse in pain. The
first time someone offers to help you, say, "Naw baby, that's my
new dance."
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"The Pole Assault"- This is really for the women that love to find
a pole and swing from it. A new technique is to get a good running
start and just slam yourself into the pole...men love this.
"The White Man Shuffle"- Give two thumbs-up and move your arms just
a little. This takes very little effort and it looks like you're
really trying.
"The Inappropriate Dancer"- This is really good if you find a place
where people aren't expecting you to dance. Tables and bar-tops
have already been done. Start breaking it down in the bathroom at
one of the urinals.
The "I'm Looking For My Contact" Dance- This is good because it gets
everyone involved. Crawl around on the ground until everyone gets
out of your way. Then collapse and just lay there.
"The Humming Bird"- Flap your arms and bob your head back and forth.
It's really great if you can get the whole dance floor to start
doing it. Then laugh and ridicule them.
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I'm going to Rome, Italy for New Year's and I'll be sending back
content rapidly. Stay tuned for coverage of the New Year, and send
me some recommendations of places to go if you've been there.
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