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So I stop at a local RV & boat dealer to order a part for my boat. The RV's this place sells start at about 180,000 dollars and up. They have a few used models but most are new. When I finished ordering I decide to walk inside a few of these motor homes and day dream. I walk in a few that were like rolling mansions and then I walk in one and it just looked ok. I could tell it was used. As I'm looking around I walk over to the refrigerator and open the door and it's full of food! About this time I hear "Hey, what the hell are you doing in here"! It belonged to someone that was there to have his RV serviced. He walks in and here I'm standing looking in his refrigerator.
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Whoops.
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Do you buy these stories from Larry David or do they really happen, MBD? FREAKIN' CLASSIC ... |
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Do you buy these stories from Larry David or do they really happen, MBD? FREAKIN' CLASSIC ... Sad to say but all true |
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When the guy walked in, you should have said, "Heeeeey! I've been waiting for you. Now go fix me a turkey pot pie."
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Anything good to eat?
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Edited by
MisKim323
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Thu 11/06/08 05:38 AM
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whoops, double post
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For just such occassions- I have a little ID card made up that says "Refridgerator Inspector"
nyuk, nyuk |
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I'd say that's a typical Dude-move!!! Hey, old man!!! Any chocolate cake in there????
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Lmao, heck for a moment there I thought you might have walked in on something else instead. Okay give me a minute while I collect my mind from the gutter
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My uncle did the same thing on an Indian reservation. We were looking at the tee-pees and he walked into one and to have a look around, and the lady of the house chased him out screaming "I don't walk into your home!! Don't come into mine!!!"
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So I stop at a local RV & boat dealer to order a part for my boat. The RV's this place sells start at about 180,000 dollars and up. They have a few used models but most are new. When I finished ordering I decide to walk inside a few of these motor homes and day dream. I walk in a few that were like rolling mansions and then I walk in one and it just looked ok. I could tell it was used. As I'm looking around I walk over to the refrigerator and open the door and it's full of food! About this time I hear "Hey, what the hell are you doing in here"! It belonged to someone that was there to have his RV serviced. He walks in and here I'm standing looking in his refrigerator. I've done something worse than that, but man that would make my face turn red for sure. Well, in 1984 I was working at a mall at a toy store. Well, our district manager was there one day. I had to go use the bathroom that we had in the store for employees only, so I went to open the door and there HE was sitting on the toilet doing his business and reading the newspaper. MAN, I must've turned several shades of red. The stupid guy could've at least locked the door. Worst moment in my whole life. |
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Imagine this; you race for harley davidson. You're at a bike show. They have a prototype motorcycle there on display noone is suppose to touch. You talk to a few people, pull a few strings and they gas it up and let you go for a ride escorted by a few other harley employees on different bikes. The other harley emmployees start riding hot and heavy, racing through the hills. We are all having fun pushing our bikes to the limit. I lose control coming hot into a curve and the bike goes airborne and completely crashes through a brick wall. I go through the hole in the wall and slide down a hill in full racing suit and helmet getting out of it with just a few scratches and bruises. Imagine explaining to the guy in charge why you were crashing a bike I had no business touching through a wall. I can fix it. I have superglue and duct tape and bubblegum! There's parts scattered a quarter mile down the hill. The wheels shattered. No really I can fix it!
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only you.
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They countered my motorcycle crash mistake 6 months later at the pro am races at road america when they showed up with another bike exactly like the one I crashed. As I'm admiring it they handcuff me to it with a 4 foot chain. They left me handcuffed to it for 2 days to embarass me- which they did. Imagine using the port a potties handcuffed ball and chain to a motorcycle. I had the keys and rode it all weekend. Had to. Got tired of pushing it. Sleeping in my tent that night chained to that bike was a nightmare. Crazy.
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There are still a lot of pictures of me going around ball and chained to that bike. Even made a magazine cover. Talk about embarassing! Pushing a motorcycle up to a food concessions booth and ordering bratwurst. And of course 100,000 people there and they all gotta ask "So, what's with the being handcuffed to the motorcycle?"
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There are still a lot of pictures of me going around ball and chained to that bike. Even made a magazine cover. Talk about embarassing! Pushing a motorcycle up to a food concessions booth and ordering bratwurst. And of course 100,000 people there and they all gotta ask "So, what's with the being handcuffed to the motorcycle?" That's why I love posting my little happenings on here. Someone can always relate and in this case simply make me feel better about snooping in a mans fridge. That's to funny |
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hahaaaaaaaaaaa only you myrtle beach!!!!
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