Wicked Commentary

Several people liked embarrassing moments so much we’ve decided to make Fridays our fun days.

My next memorable embarrassing moment out of the thousands I’ve committed is this one.

I was leaving my workplace with a friend, Cindy, to go to lunch.  Right outside the doors of the entrance to our building were several of those large orange bumpers to kind of “rope” the area off to any trucks delivering anything to the front door. They were the kind of orange bumpers that blow and bounce back and forth.  I’m sure most of you have come across them sometime during your lifetimes.  However, not so intimately as I did.

This picture looks somewhat like the bumpers I describe above.  While coming out of the front door I was busy talking to our receptionist, a very nice woman.  Cindy had already left out the door and was waiting for me.

I backed out the door, wearing a skirt made of gauzy material. It happened to be windy that day and I backed right into one of these bumpers which immediately found itself underneath my skirt. The wind was blowing my skirt around as if it were a Marilyn Monroe camera shot. The bumper just would not get out from underneath my skirt no matter how I tried to get off the thing. I was fighting that bumper like a wild woman. Mind you besides my skirt being caught underneath of it, I was at times, riding that bumper as if I were at an amusement park. What kind of ride one would call that is anybody’s guess.

Meanwhile, my friend, Cindy, is crouched onto the ground, laughing herself sick as she watched me trying to get off this bouncing bumper with the wind blowing my skirt every which way including above my head and my thigh highs in full view of anyone around.

I would say I had that Marilyn Monroe look without being Marilyn of course. (I wish).  And mind you there was that orange bumper under my dress making things worse.

I looked over at Cindy and she was pointing her hidden thumb down the lane where there happened to be 3 men dressed in suits watching my plight.  Oh, I cannot explain in any detail the embarrassment I felt.  I can certainly understand why the Hawk is constantly telling me to watch where I’m walking with the kinds of mishaps I have.  This was a long time before I met the      Hawk though and I had nobody to warn me of the dangers of walking backwards!

Finally, miraculously, the bumper stopped pulling my skirt up and I was able to get myself out from underneath it.  What a fight I had to get that damn orange bumper out from underneath me.  But, I still had to pass those 3 guys in suits.  Normally there would be no one standing in that lane.

As Cindy and I passed the 3 men, I just looked over and said, “Good afternoon, gentlemen” and they turned with big grins and said, “Oh, we have already had a good day, thank you very much”.  They gave me great big smiles and were desperately trying not to break out into guffaws as Cindy and I passed to go onto lunch.

Now it is your turn.  I dare you again.

Hey dude, could it be any worse than having mice on your head when I’m supposed to be catching them and eating them?

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Comments on: "Embarrassing Moments on Friday" (208)

  1. So many, where to start? With trying to clean up dog poop with my cheek? Using my ear as an ashtray? Banging the fridge door closed on my face? Losing a fist fight with myself? Maybe I’ll just write a book?

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    • Lucie,

      You have so many of them you could write a book. So could I. The ones you mentioned are hilarious. And you did some pretty wild things while here. I guess we won’t mention those however. LOL! Glad to see ya here. 🙂

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  2. OK here goes…..you see I got married very young, 17 by one week. That info is important as it relates to my lack of drinking experience. The year I turned 18, the legal drinking age, the law changed it to 21, and the year I turned 21, the law changed it back to 18. I was raised in a good Baptist home where drinking was a ‘no no’ and I was on of those ‘good girls’. Now by age 26 I had two children ages 7 and 2. I was busy with children and helping my husband with the farming. We didn’t do a lot of ‘going out’ and so when some friends invited us to go to a neighboring town on New Year’s Eve for some good Mexican food we accepted. When they picked us up they had another couple with them and they handed us paper cups with some dark liquid inside. I asked what it was and they said, ‘Cold Duck’….I will never forget not to drink that stuff ever again. This would have been 12/31/1975 and yes the driver was drinking too…..anyway after the first cup of that brew, it was tasting pretty good, did I mention I was all dressed up, wearing my fake fur coat and all.
    By the time we got to the restaurant, only about 30 miles down the road, I was feeling pretty darn good, no kids, out on the town with my sweetie and what I considered at the time to be ‘good friends’ and up until that night no spirits had ever passed my lips…..

    We went into the restaurant and were seated. The place was full and I immediately noticed that it was very warm in there……we ordered our food and there was no drinking in the restaurant as it was a ‘dry’ county. We were talking and laughing and I was very woozy, nothing to eat all day + cold duck + very warm, by this time really hot room = spinning head. The food came and the heat from the hot plate must have finished me off because I passed smooth out, face in plate…..husband and one of the other guys assisted me out to the car, where they deposited me in the back seat, rolled down all the windows (it was freezing cold outside) husband covered me up with my fake fur coat and they returned inside to finish their meal. I never woke up but my stomach rejected and ejected the offensive stuff I had put in it, remember the fake fur coat……

    We were back home by 10 o’clock on that New Year’s Eve, husband had to carry me in the house as I was smooth out. Thankfully the kids were in bed and the teenage sitter left. The next day when my husband relayed the events of the night before I was mortified, swearing never to show my face in public again. He tried to console me but it didn’t help. Of course I had to show my face in public again and sure enough one of our County Commissioner’s wife, a local hairdresser saw me one day and just started laughing (they had been in the restaurant that fateful night) and asked me if I needed some more Cold Duck! I still avoid that woman to this day….and the baby sitter, I still can’t look her in the eye. The fake fur coat, well let’s just say it had to be disposed of. I couldn’t take it to the dry cleaners and have them know ……too.

    You need to know too that we live in a rural area, very conservative, small population and everybody knows or is kin to everybody else……

    Merry Christmas pepper to both you and hawk!

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    • FOH,

      Oh, I am laughing so hard thinking of your face down flat in your food plate. LOL!
      And the part about your hairdresser asking if you needed more Cold Duck is hilarious. I know what you mean about small towns. We also live in one and everyone knows everyone here. So you can’t do anything that the whole town doesn’t know about. We have 3000 in the town and I don’t know how many on the outskirts but not many being all big farms.
      I’m glad you were brave enough to tell your story. And a very funny one at that.

      Merry Christmas to you too!

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    • Flyover..

      I’m still laughing. I know that must have been embarrassing for you.
      I sure hope the plate wasn’t real hot!

      I hope that you have a very Merry Christmas!

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      • Well it was Mexican food that had been prepared on a steel plate in a hot oven and brought to the table on a wooden tray. Glad we can laugh together! Merry Christmas right back atcha!

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        • Oh dear, if the Mexican food was prepared anything like the Hawk’s you’d be burned for life. No kidding. He likes it HOT. I hope you are healed up. Too bad about the fake fur coat. I hope you got a real one after that fiasco. You deserved it.

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          • I should have mentioned that my husband got me a beautiful mouton coat (still fake fur) but still beautiful and then later got me a rabbit fur coat that I loved. I have no mexican food scars!

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          • willibeaux said:

            Mrs. Pepper’awk! Is my brother-in-arms, the ‘awk, a mexican chef?

            HooRah! 🙂

            Willibeaux, Pepp here to answer your question. Yes, the ‘Awk is a fine Mexican chef having lived with Mexicans during his childhood. See, he ran away from home one time and the field working Mexicans took in the poor little gringo boy. They felt sorry for him, being so skinny and all. But no amount of that Mexican food put any fat on his bones no matter how hard they tried, but the ‘Awk learned how to cook the stuff and to this day he eats it every day of his life.

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        • FOH,

          Wow! A new fake fur coat! That is fantastic. Whoever made you drink that Cold Duck should be forced to buy you something really nice too.

          The rabbit coat sounds good too. I bet it’s beautiful. And I’m glad you have no Mexican burn scars either. I have them but won’t say where they are.

          With my X husband, the last Christmas we were together, I asked him if he could get me one of those Russian fur hats, the ones that look like a ring of fur around your head.

          Well he got it for me, blue fox and it is beautiful and so utterly warm. You can only
          wear it when the weather is in the teens. I still wear it walking the dogs in extremely cold weather.

          The bad part of this story is after my X got me the fur hat, he told me I was too expensive to keep around any longer. I told him he was too cheap to keep around any longer and that ended that. 🙂

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      • Hawk,

        Never thought about that one. I hope FOH didn’t bet her face burned too while at the Cold Duck. I guess the other people could have thrown some of that “cold” duck into her face to keep it cool. 🙂

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    • LMAO!! That is some fine story telling flyoverhere!

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  3. http://www.westernjournalism.com/flashback-david-ogden-announces-new-efforts-with-project-gunrunner-as-directed-by-the-president/?utm_source=Western+Journalism&utm_campaign=ba3d475945-RSS_EMAIL_CAMPAIGN&utm_medium=email

    This has nothing to do with our embarrassing moments topic today but this video should be more than embarrassing to the Obama administration as it tells clearly that Obama was behind Gun Running. Take a look and see for yourself. I’m contacting my reps right away over this and Issa.

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  4. privbullright said:

    Pepp that is hilarious. Great post. I don’t mean to be laughing but… And already the other Flyover comment got me going. You set the bar pretty high. Well, a good friend asked me to go out fishing for blues. We didn’t even get out of the bay till I got queasy. I got sick about when we hit open water. I figured once I evacuated my stomach, which was empty anyway, I would calm down. Old man sea had other plans. I was chumming over the side most of the way out. All day it never stopped until we returned. I felt like an idiot but there was nothing I could do. So I’ll never live that down.

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    • PBR,

      It was meant to be laughed over, my story that is. I laugh about it myself to this day. It was one of those things you never forget for the hilarity of me trying to get off that stupid bumper.

      Oh dear, sea sickness eh? I wonder what you were throwing up on an empty stomach. LOL! It must have been green bile by then. I feel sorry you had such a bad day of it. I imagine you don’t go sea fishing any longer. You are lucky you did not get dehydrated. That is common under those circumstances.

      Take Dramamine if you want to go fishing again on open sea water. I hear that works well. LOL! What a day you had. And no fish to bring home either. What a bummer!

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    • Oh sh*t bull! I’ve used chum before to fish, but I’ve never heard of using your kinda’ chumming…LMAO! That was a goon one…

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  5. I don’t have the gift of relaying stories as ya’ll do. So suffice it to say, I have the coordination level of a drunk squirrel and the ability to laugh at myself when I stumble.

    Great post and comments! I am still laughing.

    Merry Christmas, Pepp and Goshawk, to you your family, friends and blog visitors. At least we have enough liberty left this year to celebrate the birth of Christ. Next year ….

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    • Mrs. Al,

      I’m sure you have some stories and I’m sure you could tell it anyway you wish. We don’t care as long as we get the lowdown. LOL!

      Anyway, I’m glad you got a laugh. We are trying to put a little humor into the misery index that we are now all living under the dictator in chief. That’s all that counts, to be able to laugh at something.

      Merry Christmas to you too.

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    • Thanks Mrs. Al

      And a big Merry Christmas to you!

      You’re right about “Next year.. ” Lets hope that Xmas is not ‘forbidden by then.

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  6. Hi Pep,

    Love all the stories I’m reading, they are so funny.

    Before I retired I was a commercial HVAC service tech. I loved my job as no two calls were ever the same and there was always something new.

    The company I was working for bid on repair contracts. I was working on a county contract, when on one hot Friday in July I received a call of no cooling in a section of a four story office building. After checking things out I found one system to be low on Freon. Before charging the system I looked for and found a leak in one of the lines in the mechanical room. I would need to fix the leak before charging the system. The first thing I did was to pump down the refrigerant into the condenser and trap it there. Next I took my torch and tools into the mechanical room to get ready to repair the leak. After checking for heat and or smoke detectors and not finding any, I was good to go.

    I was working between two large ducts when all of a sudden someone is hitting me in the back and yelling at me. With the noise from the torch I couldn’t understand what they were saying to me much less hear the fire alarm. I shut the torch off and got off the ladder and was shocked to find a fireman standing there telling me to get out of the building as it’s on fire. The fire department had already cleared the building of all the workers. I asked the fireman where the fire was and they didn’t know yet, I told him I couldn’t leave just now and when they found it to let me know, in a couple of minutes he told me it was in the mechanical room where we were. Oops, I had looked for a heat and or smoke detectors and never saw the one mounted above the ductwork about two feet from where I was working. Even knowing where it was it was still hard to find. Needless to say there was no fire just me fixing a refrigerant leak. Everybody was allowed back into the building to get their stuff and they all could go home.

    Later that day me and the other 3 guys working on that contract met up to get our checks and we all had a good laugh.

    Merry Christmas to all.

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  7. At my age (60), I have decided that “embarrassing” moments are a normal part of life. Most of mine (and Mrs. Gray Ghost’s) have to deal with our “senior” moments. Those moments when we forget something so simple that our actions are truly laughable (i.e., waking up and looking at each other and saying, “What is your name again?” And please remember that we have been married to each other since 1972.).

    But I guess we all have senior moments. And their numbers just seem to increase the older we get. (Perhaps that is why I like to comment at other blog sites.)

    Pep, this is such a good idea (i.e., talking about our most embarassing moments). I wish you had thought about it earlier.

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    • Ghost,

      You’re one funny guy with a man of few words! LOL……..

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    • privbullright said:

      Ghost, I’m still an apprentice at it, but I didn’t know if they were really senior moments, days, or at leas hours? 🙂

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      • bull,

        I’m only 48 and have many senior moment’s…perhaps the story I told on myself may explain my problem!

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      • PBR,

        I’m still on training wheels for senior moments if we’re going to get really into it. I’m learning from the Hawk. LOL!

        Dave,
        You’re problem is senior moments as you will turn older soon and your days of decadence did your brain no good. It’s a wonder you can still function at all with all the dead brain cells you must have by now. 🙂

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        • Pepp,

          Ya’ got that sharp pencil again didn’t ya’? If you looked at my CT scan it would remind you of the aftermath of the assault of Normandy Beach !

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          • Daveroo,

            I don’t think I want to see that cat scan. I’ve seen enough of those in my life time and yours would be the first to make me pass out I’m sure. LOL! All that swiss cheese inside your brain. UGH! And all those holes!

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  8. Hi Gray Ghost,

    LOL! 60 is not old but those “senior” moments come up early in life. Ron and I have them all the time. For me it is forgetting where I put something. It never fails. I put something down and I can’t find it. The Hawk and I search everywhere in the house for whatever I’m missing. It’s too funny. And the Hawk makes coffee all day long and often forgets to plug in the coffee pot. It’s too funny when he goes to get a nice new hot cup of coffee and there is nothing there.

    Thanks, I like the idea of embarrassing moments too because it’s some fun stuff to do in this world of Dictator in Chief misery. We all need a good laugh once in a while. I can’t think of funnier things than the silly things we humans do and I like to laugh at myself the most. Like i said if we can’t laugh at ourselves something is very wrong………..

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    • privbullright said:

      Gray Ghost, That is funny. Well, I guess we better tell them while we still can…remember them that is.

      Pepp, now that I see this is going o be a weekly unveiling, it will be cause for a lot of unpleasant memories. Maybe I’ll need therapy after that.:-) But I don’t know what is more embarrassing, the events or when wify decides to recall them at the most inopportune times, among mixed company?

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      • PBR,

        I didn’t know you got remarried. Congratulations. You’ve been keeping that one a secret!

        Of course it’s always embarrassing when a spouse pulls out the dirt on ya in mixed company. I have to admit i like doing that to the Hawk.

        And, yes therapy might be in order after one of those type of events, maybe marital therapy?

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        • privbullright said:

          No No, I didn’t, just a recollecting myself. That would be huge news. I did hear a good commentary on the radio how women seem to have an excellent memory, ha ha.

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          • PBR,

            That would be “big” news and of course since we’re all nosy we must know everything. LMAO!

            That is true about women’s memories when it comes to what kinds of things their husbands say. They never forget a slight like that kind. So men do have to watch what they say to us women if they want to keep their sanity.

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          • privbullright said:

            Pepp,
            And women wonder why many men seem quiet. Geesh. Now I think I’ll stand on the 5th amendment from here on.

            BTW: seeing your pics at the botom of the page, don’t you pity Gaffes Biden’s wife? Or maybe Blago’s wife?

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          • bull,

            I can see how you would have to recollect yourself, if you had the thought of marriage run through you mind! When I most happily got divorced; I realized the MOST embarrassing moment of my life was getting married!

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          • Dave,

            I think the one you wrote today was much more embarrassing than getting married. Many of us make the mistake of marrying the wrong person. Not many of us are caught on a dock loaded and high. That, my friend, is yours alone. LMAO

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          • PBR,

            I guess that’s why the Hawk is one of those strong silent types because he tells me I have a fantastic memory. He watches what he says but even when he thinks he’s saying the right thing I can turn it into the wrong thing, poor man. That’s only when I’m having a very bad day however and I apologize immediately of course being the saintly woman I am.

            NO I don’t feel sorry for Gaffe Master’s wife or Blago’s for that matter. They knew they were marrying politicians and should have known
            they would get assholes for husbands. All women should realize that by now but they want the power and the money that comes with being
            with a crook in a gangster government. So it’s their fault. IMHO.

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          • privbullright said:

            Dave, sorry about your embarrassment. Just remember their are lots of people in this world who can’t afford a divorce.

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    • Talk about senior moments, Huh? What did you say? Just wait ’till you hit the 80’s The fun really begins.

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      • Willibeaux,

        Now repeat after me, I’m at the Pepperhawk blog. Repeat over and over. Then go about your normal business because you’ll have forgotten by then.

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  9. All; got some more funny stuff this Friday! LMAO!!

    I reckon I’ll spew another:

    Back when I was a much, much younger person I was a warehouse manager in the Dental Industry. The owner just loved my work ethic as I many times worked 21, 10 hour days straight in a row. An evening came up when it was time to count inventory. So, I asked a few others to help me as we stocked over 10,000 different items. (Remember now; this is when I was young and dumb!). We finished up counting inventory around 11:00pm that night. I was well known back then for loving to partake in the consumption of spirit’s; my favorite spirit being Wild Turkey 101. So, I gave one of the boys some money to run down to the liquor store that wasn’t 10 minutes away to get me a 5th of Turkey 101 and as much beer as he could with the money left over. He came back with my 5th and five cases of beer. Oh sorry…including me; that made a total of five people that had worked that night. It was a real pretty night, so we just opened up one of the bay doors and pulled up some chairs and sat on the dock and commenced to partakin’. After bout an hour or so, one guy said, “Does anyone want to smoke a joint?” No one said no! So, he fired up a dooby and we passed it around and got back to drinkin’. Thirty minutes later another dooby is being passed around. We were still slamming down our spirit of choice and my 5th was about half empty by then. Then that fella’ say’s, “Does anyone want to smoke a blunt?” No one said no! (for you people that lived the alternate good life style as oppose to me when I was young; a blunt is just a bunch of pot, but it’s rolled up with cigar tobacco and blows your brains out) It was now about 3:00am in the morning. We continued on drinking, because at this point there wasn’t anything else we could do…we couldn’t move out of chairs cause we so messed up. The next thing I remember is hearing a voice from behind me, but couldn’t make heads nor tails about what this person said. As I damn near had to take a screw driver to pry my eyes open; they were met with an awful bright light to be 3:00am in the morning. I thought, “What the hell is goin’ on?” Then I heard that voice again, but clearly heard what was being said this time, “Are you boys still on the clock?” I staggered up out of my chair, looked around me, the other four were asleep in their chairs and that bright light hitting me in the face was the damn sun! I thought, “OH SH*T!” I quickly spun around to see who was talking to us and of course….it was the owner.

    FYI: I still got to retire from that company many years later as VP of Operations; thank you Lord!

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    • Dave,

      OMG! All I can say is you’re lucky you still kept your job after that one night of getting high and drunk. How did ya manage that one? You must have been one slick talker back then! 🙂

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      • Pepp,

        Actually, I just looked him right in his very “fuzzy” face and slurred out, “Nooo sir. We clocked out sometime last night.” He just shook his head and said, “You sure in the hell did clock out sometime last night. Dave; what in the world I’m I gonna do with you.” as he was walking away…

        Sometimes it really is better to be lucky than good..but, if I hadn’t been so good at my job I doubt I would have been that lucky……

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    • Bro! Dats dangerous livin’ Mary Jane and schnapps.

      HooRah! 🙂

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  10. Pepp,

    OMG!! LMAO!! I’m havin’ a heart attack!

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  11. Dave,

    Should I call 911?

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  12. Dave,

    Are you still alive? I had to call 911 again and they said they forgot where you live. I told them that’s because I don’t know and they’ll have to look it up themselves. So they will be a bit late. Hope your heart stays put while you’re reading crazy material. They did think it was a bit odd and wanted to know if it was a serious call and if they find you in good health they will charge you a $10,000 fee, new Obama rules under Obamadeathcare. One must pay for one’s mistakes in the handbook I was told by the EMs. Too bad for you. Hope you got the money. Or you better be lying on the floor when the EMT’s arrive. They will be there in about a half hour. Too many liberals on the streets at this hour I was told and they aren’t allowed to run over any of them, only conservatives. Whatever you do don’t try to go out into the street and flag them down. They will just run old RedNeckerIndian down right in front of everyone, including liberal children. Obama wants everyone to know what he can do and teach cons a lesson. Over and out.

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    • Pepp,

      They did show up and ask for money. I told them all I currently have ready for payment to people I don’t now knocking on my door was several ounces of lead! I guess they don’t recognize lead as legal tender, cause they all took off running….weird…

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  13. Thanks pepper, I am rolling on floor while laughing! OOOhhh I haven’t even got to my senior moments stories yet!

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    • FOH,

      You’ll have plenty of time on Fridays to tell even more of your hilarious stories. Yours is a topper today. I bet we’ve all got a lot of senior moments to tell. I hate to think of how many I’ve got. It’s getting to the point I have a senior moment but then can’t remember that moment.

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      • yeah, senior moments may be a little harder to recall since it is my short term memory is on the fritz! LOL

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        • FOH, LMAO. That’s why we’re good at recalling our youthful dizzy bumbling. And not so good at what happened yesterday. I can’t even keep track of what day it is. I’m always asking the Hawk what day it is, Mon., Tues, etc., but he can’t hear me so he just mumbles uh hum to me. It’s laughable.

          navy seal

          Dictator BO can’t trust the Navy Seals anymore so he’s got his own new team here.

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  14. pThis little guy is embarrassed for sure:

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  15. bbAnd we must never forget this guy:

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  16. Pepp,

    LMAO BIG TIME! Great addition with the visuals!

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    • Dave,

      So you’re still alive. What happened to that EMT crew I sent out to help you with your heart attack?

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      • Yeah; I’m still kickin’. Must have been a false alarm cause’ I just smoked about four Pall Mall’s in a row and feel just fine…

        The EMT crew? Two of them ended deciding the other were in more desperate need of immediate medical attention than me I reckon’. Hell, it weren’t nothing more that one bullet each in the damn backs…men just ain’t men anymore…

        Pepper here Daveroo,

        Two bullets in the back? WTF? Can’t you shoot straight to the face? Ya gotta make it look like they were attacking you. You’ll end up in jail down there and we can’t bail ya out. If we can we’ll come get ya and hide ya out in the hills up here.

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  17. Are you kidding? They are right there with him rolling around on the floor in hysterics with him. Sheesh, Gracie!

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  18. Hey – what’s with all the talk about senior moments? None of us have any steenkeen senior moments. Hey – what’s with all the talk about senior moments? None of us have any steenkeen senior moments. Hey – what’s with all the talk about senior moments? None of us have any steenkeen senior moments. Hey – what’s with all the talk about senior moments? None of us have any steenkeen senior moments. Hey – what’s with all the talk about senior moments? None of us have any steenkeen senior moments. Hey – what’s with all the talk about senior moments? None of us have any steenkeen senior moments.

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  19. I just thought of another one of those embarrassing things that when people look at you with that look of a question. You just say “Don’t ask.”

    Was the first day of a job we were doing at a truck stop, wiring up the controls for a 20K gal. underground gas tank. At the end of the day the building Contractor pointed to a small wooden storage shack and said. “Why don’t you store your materials in there. That way you won’t have to carry them back an forth.” I said that sounds like a good idea and told the guys to pick up and put the gear into the little shed.

    I of course was helping and my very last trip to the shed was when I did something so stupid, you don’t want to talk about it.

    I had one arm loaded with coils of wire and in the other hand I was carrying some short,cut off pieces of steel conduit. This shed was only about 5 ft. high so you had to bend down to duck under the doorway. Well,,, like an idiot I put the hand with the conduit through the door first then followed by ducking my head in. I was holding the conduit upright and drove my nose right into the end of one cutting a circle under my nose. When I did that, I jerked back and drove a nail into the back of my head. So I came out with blood streaming from the front and the back of the head. The guys looked at me and I again said,, ‘Don’t ask.’

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  20. dog and catThis is what Merlin does to our cats. For some odd reason they don’t seem to mind.

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    • We had cats that did that to our yellow lab Jake, he was a mild mannered sweetheart, and he would just lay there till they moved on…..

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      • FOH,

        Well, I imagine that lab weighed in as much as Merlin. He’s a hundred pounds and for the life of me I don’t know how he doesn’t smash those cats. They seem to love it. Must be something wrong with those critters and that’s why they got dumped off here. Well at least the first one did, then Mystic brought his friend home with him one day. Some nerve of that cat not even asking us if he could bring home a friend to live here in the mudroom. One day I got a little ticked and I kicked both of them out the door and told them to go eat some mice. But, they came back and now the ‘Awk worries over the white one like a hen. He puts the porch light on for Zima every night and calls for him/her. I sure hope it’s a him.

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  21. Some real cool stories here.This one didn’t happen to me,but I was in on it. One morning there were about 10 or so of the drivers along with myself outside the office waiting for dispatch,a nice summer morning in Michiruit,well,one of three we have,anyway, one of the fellows had his Schnauzer,Rudy,with him. Well,we were standing there telling tall truckdriver tales,and Rudy was licking his boy parts. Ol’Gary,big,rough tough guy he is,pipes up and says “Gee,I wish I could do that”,looking down at Rudy licking himself. I say to Gary,”You might want to make friends with him first”. We all got to laughing so damn hard we were in tears,Gary’s face was red as a beet,he’s half choking telling me what I could go do to myself. He didn’t speak to me for a month after that one. Y’all have the merriest of Christmas,and all that entails.

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  22. privbullright said:

    Pepp,
    “Monroe look without being Marilyn of course. (I wish). And mind you there was that orange bumper under my dress making things worse.”

    I guess we really blew up this thread on you too. Just thinking, you had all hassle and embarrassment with your encounter. Marilyn at least got a thrill out of her mishap. Yours sounded more like a close encounter being probed by aliens or something. Can’t say Marilyn wasn’t a little lucky.

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    • bull,

      What Pepp failed to mention in this rendition was the fellers watching here was also putting $1 bills in her top pocket!

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      • Daveroo,

        Well, no dollars thrown my way, but each one of those 3 guys would have gone on a date with me, I’ll tell that much. All cute too. Of course this was way before I met the Hawk and was a hot, single woman. LMAO!

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    • PBR,

      Yeah, mine was a very close encounter with orange aliens who wouldn’t get out of my skirt. For all I know the whole thing was a setup. Me, usually backing into things. Somebody set the whole thing up. Right, Marilyn got thrills, I just got chills.

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      • privbullright said:

        Pepp,
        I bet they never saw pole dancing moves like that before. And there was no cover charge.

        Talk about setups…you didn’t receive a mysterious promotion a few days later, did you?

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        • PBR,

          Actually, I did get a huge raise shortly after that incident. I never even gave it a thought until you mentioned it. So I guess that setup backfired on whoever was playing that trick on me. I celebrated by getting myself a great filet mignon dinner that night. Yummy. I wish I could afford one now. My mouth is watering for one. Or some seafood.

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      • privbullright said:

        The plot thinkens. Who? I take it that must have been before youtube. I think we’ll all be unable to get seafood if Bumsteer sticks around. Or it will be like energy, about 90.00 a pound for shrimp. He’ll have Kolbe at 500 a pound, but then he’ll corner the market on it anyway. Since every policy of his is hurting one industry or another, we might not be able to afford anything. He’ll be partying back in Chicagoland. (like Kim JongII)

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        • PBR,

          I don’t think there is any kobe beef left since those 2 usurpers started eating it. The Iranian caviar is running out too.
          I hope he goes back to Gangster land in Chicago where he belongs.

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  23. willibeaux said:

    Mrs. Pepper’awk! This little tale could have been more than embarrassing if we had hit the oxygen cart or worse yet a RB-26.

    16 March 54 (Tues)
    6:15 PM (Kor.)
    4:15 AM (EST)

    Excerpt : Well here is something funny I want to tell you about. We rode over to midnight chow on a “tug”. A tug is a little tractor like vehicle that is used to tow aircraft around. On the way over to the mess hall this kid named Ham from my section drove it over. One guy was sitting on the hood, another on the right rear fender and I was sitting on the left rear fender. We parked it in front of the mess hall and went to chow. When we came back we all took the same positions and Ham still took the drivers seat. Well the kid that was sitting on the hood decided that he was going to drive. In plain words he had his back to the front of the tug and he would have to work the pedals backwards from the normal way you drive. You know how you move your right foot from the gas to the left to the brake pedal. Well he had to move his right foot to the right to the break pedal as he was sitting backwards. Ham was operating the clutch and shifting gears. We got to going pretty good across the apron and when we got to our side, this kid started to manuever the tug around and in and out of the aircraft sitting there. Well he swerved to miss an oxygen bottle cart and was heading straight for a ditch. Instead of remembering that (this part is really funny) he had to work everything opposite from normal driving, he pushed the panic switch. Instead of moving his right foot to the right to engage the brake pedal, he thought he had his foot on the brake pedal and kept pressing harder. That old tug really took off and we hit that there ditch a flying. Yes we did. Wal that there old tug stopped dead and we all flew through the air. I landed in the middle of the road in a running stance and really had to keep moving to retain my balance. The driver did a tumble-somersault over the hood and I don’t know what all. Poor old Ham ended up in that there ditch on top of the other passenger. Luckily none of us were hurt, but it was so funny the way it happened that we all busted out laughing. Honey if you had seen it you would have gone into stitches.. That old tug really gouged a hole in the bank of the ditch. We pushed all of the dirt back into the hole and covered it up.

    John! This is a typical dumb a- – GI Joe story, but true. – Boe

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    • Beaux,

      LOL. Man it IS lucky that none of you were hurt.

      Your story reminded me of a similar incidence with a Tug when I was in. Some guys on midnight watch decided to play drag racing with two of the Tugs on the aircraft parking ramp. One of the guys decided he was going to cheat by breaking the seal on the engine governor so he could run wide open. Well, he forgot that these tugs were very heavy. But he found out when he couldn’t stop it in time to keep from running into the wing of an F-86.
      The wing was badly damaged and had to be replaced. The poor guy was court martial-ed and is probably still in Leavenworth. But hey! He won the race!

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    • beaux,

      Laughing my azz silly!! That’s great!

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    • Willibeaux,

      Yours is as funny as the ‘Awk and now I’m having another problem. You are not supposed to make me laugh that hard. And I’m being molested by Merlin at the moment. You guys are lucky you didn’t run into that oxygen tank, but my, my I’m sure shocked nobody got hurt and you landed on your feet. You guys were some wild a.. GIs back then. Must be fun to recall these stories of your “devious” youth. LOL!

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  24. Great, just great. Now *I* have to go change my clothes too and dry off this chair.

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  25. OMG Pepp…I can’t believe you put this up!! LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Daveroo, Pepp here:
    What picture are you referring to? I hope you’re not having hallucinations of any sort.

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    • Pepp,

      I see Freedom of The Press has left the building….

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      • Uh, no, Dave. That was the censor you saw leaving while screaming “No no no” and pulling his last 3 strands of hair out.

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        • Lucie,

          That’s right, the censors went off screaming into the night. They can’t believe what we write but so far there’s been no swat team at our door tonight. I got up just in case they bang the door down. I’m ready!

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        • llana,

          LMAO!!! Would that “censor” also be able to fly like an Hawk?????????

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          • lucieDave,

            That censor flies like a witch. She’s always on her broom, the Gimp. Let me show you.

            witch 2

            Here is me with Gimpy, the witch when we’re brewing something up.

            Double, double toil and trouble
            Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

            brew cauldron

            Uh Oh, Lucie lost her hat.

            hat

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      • Daveroo,

        Freedom of the press?????? Who are you kidding? We haven’t had that for years now. What’s the problem? Did you happen to hallucinate and think some thing you said is now missing? Get off that weed man. You’re killing me.

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        • willibeaux said:

          Dave! Us mens ‘ass got to be careful not to get on Mrs. Pepper’awk’s brown list.

          She be a crack shot with one of dem dere Kaintuck long barrels. The ‘awk taught ‘er

          ‘ooRah! 🙂

          Willibeaux, Pepp here:

          No no one wants to mess with me I’ll tell ya that straight out. I can be utterly vicious to anyone who hurts a loved one of mine or tries to trap me in a corner. I’m like a tiger coming at anyone who does either.

          So ya’ll don’t worry about me getting after you cause you is good guys, not bad ones.
          I only attack the bad guys. And I dreamt of them last night. What a nightmare that was too! Read below for that dream.

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          • Hey Beaux!,

            You got dat right. Pepp kin shoots ah fly offen a Deers ear at ah 100 yds!

            Pepp here:

            Hon, you got that wrong. It was YOUR ear if you recall correctly.

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          • Willibeaux,
            That’s right on. You don’t want to mess with this wild witch here. I am a crack something or other. And I don’t like being trapped. I come out like a tiger fighting.

            Last night I had a horrible dream I was in a FEMA camp and the guards were moving us out in a big semi truck. We were told to leave our belongings behind. I tried to get my stuff onto the truck anyway but they wouldn’t let me. So I was hiding and sneaking around in the FEMA camp to see if I could escape when I saw a great big man, a guard. I snuck around and hid behind some big concrete structures and he didn’t see me and got onto the truck. Then I awoke in a sweat.

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          • privbullright said:

            Willi,
            I think it was CNN was exploring the phenomena about shooting mistletoe out of the tree in the south. Custom you know. Two things liberals love to hate, guns and customs. So they had their great story.

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            • PBR,

              I hate CNN, MSNBC, ABC, and all the other liberal-carry-obama’s water-media. They stink and they lie. Even CBS took out the clip of the O stating he was the best 4th president of the country. Covering for him once again, his mental instability at his delusions of grandeur. I’m cleaning my guns today.

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              • privbullright said:

                Pepp,
                They’re an embarrassment to journalism, or the country for that matter.

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                • PBR,

                  You got that right. Journalism in this country is a disgrace! They only report what the dictator wants them to and that is all the so called “good” about him.

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                • PBR,

                  I don’t understand how they live with themselves. They must be all sociopaths. And it’s maximum exposure to the psychopathology these guys give us every day.

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            • willibeaux said:

              Bull! The folks in the South ‘ave a lot of quaint customs. The Nawth Jawja Redneck crackas are especially quaint. They ‘ave ‘shine distilling contests every Fall and the winners get to take pot shots at revenuers with a 16 gauge scatter gun loaded with rock salt. The goal is to get them running away and shooting them in their ‘ind parts. Don’t want to kill any of them.

              I bet Dave, the ‘awk, and Mrs. Pepper’awk can tell you similar tales of the ‘shiners in Eastern KY.

              ‘ooRah! 🙂

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              • beaux,

                Many of a revenuers wondered up in the hill’s of Redneck’s are us Mountains here in KY and it’s amazing how few ever came back down. They finally wised up and starting using helicopters! But, that isn’t going to work long either as I heard of a report that a shipment of RPG’s were delivered to an unknown address recently! I do love a good fireworks show!

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              • Willibeaux,

                The only tales I know about the shiners comes from Bobby’s handyman and you don’t dare go near those upper reaches of the Appalachians unless you want to be blown up by a shotgun. Revenuers or anyone strange is not welcome up there. We have stayed away so far. But, we want to take a look someday. Not far from here ya know, only a couple minutes from the foot hills here.

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          • beaux,

            I here what youin’s sayin! Pepp keeps emailing me scaring me to DEATH with her witchy powers and then in the same breathe invites me to visit…I’m a scared that I’m already in trouble and will end up in the cauldron bubble!

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            • Daveroo,

              No need to be afraid of my witchy powers. I only use them when necessary so if you behave yourself, which I know is difficult for you, you’ll be all right and I won’t put you into the cauldron. Lucie and I only cook on nights the moon is full. Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha

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              • Pepp,

                The more of your comments I read; the more I feel like I was set up from the beginning for this Friday Night’s main event! Ya’ even snuck in an Mossad on me to evaluate my mental instability! Now I don’t know what I more afraid of when I come down there; your witchy ways, a Mossad invisibly tracking me with an RPG or going up there where them shiner’s shoot me dead on the spot! Well, I think I’ll take my luck with the shiner’s given those three choices……..

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                • Dave, She didn’t have to sneak me in. Mossad is everywhere, and our sanity is as fragile as yours.
                  Wrong choice! Mossad witches are ALWAYS the choice. Mr. ‘awk survived a whole week of the team sent to Pepperhawk Farm, even if he did try to starve one of us.

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                  • Lucie,
                    That was bad of the ‘Awk starving Susie that one day. I’ve never seen anything like it. What a disaster that was!
                    Ho, ho, his sanity is as fragile as ours. Isn’t that the truff!

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                    • Poor Susie. She so doesn’t do straving well. That embarrassing moment of Mr. ‘awks was much worse than any disaster I;ve ever seen.

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                    • OK Pepp and Purplegimp!

                      You two had better fese-up! What starvation?? All ya’ll know I couldn’t get enough food in her! But I think she was kind-of-like our dog Dakota WHo would eat 24/7 if allowed. 🙂

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                    • Well Hawk, we’ll give ya a bit of slack since you were in the state of heat stroke at the time. I had to fix the dinner and nearly got heat stroke myself after all the running back and forth from the kitchen with Susie crying and trying to get you awake from your coma.

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                    • Just blame it on the heat. Susie was trooper throughout. It’s not easy to keep up with me on a trip, but she did great, considering that she was starved that time. Not to mention the instant friendships that were made with Merlin and dakota and that cat! Merlin is just an overgrown puppy doggie.
                      Poor Hawk really was out of it that day. Imagine forgetting to feed Susie.

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                    • Fragile? FRAGILE! I don’t know “fragile!” I don’t have no stinken Fragile! 🙂

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                • Now Dave, how could you possibly think I’d set you up? I’m a demure, saintly woman ya know. Hee, hee.

                  Don’t worry about my Mossad friend, she’s back in Israel, but we could bushwhack ya if you’re not good this year.

                  And don’t worry about the moon shiners. They only come down stealthily when Bobby needs a hand to fix something on the house. They are real quiet like while here. We’ll make sure to tell them must because you’re coming from a liberal bastion that doesn’t make you the enemy. LOL!

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                  • Pepp,

                    LMAO! Thank ya’! Tell them shiner’s I be fleeing from the enemy! If ya’ have ta’; remember my story bout my tattoo? Fell free to em that thar to!

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                    • Dave,

                      I’m not telling those shiners anything. Ya cain’t trust them as far as ya can throw em. So don’t worry, your legend won’t be known in these parts until you make a new one. 🙂

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                    • Mrs. Pepper’awk! What’s this with you and Dave and the ‘shiners. Who is a legend?

                      ‘oorah! 😉

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  26. privbullright said:

    Pepp,
    We’re still rated GP here, aren’t we?

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    • PBR,

      No, I’ve got this one rated R in case some kids came by, but I forgot about Dave. He’s still a kid next to the rest of us. I’m not sure he should be hearing all these stories. He might try to go out and imitate them. Isn’t that what our gubmint tells us?

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      • Pepp,

        Your kiddin’ right? Hell, I’ve got the worst mouth on the entire blog! I’m surprised awk’ has not told you to remove some of my comment’s as he is a gentleman!

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      • privbullright said:

        Pepp, I figured you didn’t want to make Dave blush.

        Dave, I was at somebody else’s place doing something the other day and these younger women were talking. I really wasn’t paying attention, much. (Really trying not to.) Words were flying as they discussed relationships and gossiped. As I muttered to myself at what I was doing several times. They turned to me to appologize and excuse their language. The third time I thought this is it, enough, “I said, oh and you think I never heard that before?” Its usually men are forced to remember and curb their gruffy selves, you know. “Watch your mouth.” I was amused at women apologizing, to me. (of all people) Sort of surreal. What if I wasn’t there? Its a strange world Master Jack.

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        • PBR,

          Now are you sure you weren’t hallucinating about these women and their convo?
          LOL! Women are worse than men when you get a bunch together. You men got no idea how bad we can get in our girl talks. Hee, hee. It was there so you can rest now in peace that you don’t need to go to the local clinic for a check up on your mental stability.

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          • privbullright said:

            Pepp,
            No hallucinating. I heard about all kinds of orifices and body parts with all kinds of names, creating all kinds of funny visuals. But then I wasn’t listening remember? It was very clear though, there wasn’t any doubt about it or taking it the wrong way. Direct to the point, I’ll give them that. It was technicolor clear. I think the Desperate Housewives might have cringed. I’m going to remember that the next time I hear women tell men to get their head out of the gutter. I’ll have a chuckle. (I heard women talking before but this took it into the stratosphere)

            PBR,

            PEPP here:

            Took ya to the stratosphere eh? Well, things have gotten more open these days and women talk about everything under the sun including all kinds of orifices and other contraptions. Our girl talk is rated XXX. Next time, bring some ear plugs. LOL!

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          • privbullright said:

            Earplugins is an idea, but I’d rather sit in the corner – not listening – rolling my eyes. Hey, if something got airborne I’d want to know when to duck. So far it’s the graphic visuals that stick in my head.

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        • bull,

          LMAO! I do believe women like to use that accuse “Woman’s prerogative” to loosely!

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  27. willibeaux said:

    Gos’awk etal!! This is a different take on embarrassment. I spent my first night in Korea at K-2 Taegu. We were on our way to Seoul, but had to stay there because it was raining cats and dogs. On our way to our sleeping arrangements, a GI came busting out of his tent in the pouring down rain and urinated in front of everyone. No embarrassment whatsoever. Later on I learned that was common practice at K-14 Kimpo to use the fire drums (with water) adjacent to each tent.
    The bulletin boards always had Article 15 violations; ie urinating in the sqdn area. The way the tents were set up in rows, the guys living furthest from the latrines had a long walk in the middle of the night.
    One day the sqdn CO called a meeting. He said “men this urinating in the sqdn area has got to stop.” “This place smells bad enough (stinkin’ rice paddies) without adding the smell of urine”.
    Of course the Article 15s for urinating in the sqdn areas continued to be posted and the guilty ones were not embarrassed in the slightest. When you gotta go, you gotta go.

    HooRah! 🙂

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    • Willibeaux,

      Your story does not surprise me one bit. GIs seem to go anywhere they want. Why the ‘Awk still goes outside he’s never gotten over the habit of peeing into those barrels.

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    • privbullright said:

      Willi,
      I think “relief” trumps “embarrassment” pretty near every time. That’s been my biased opinion. The only problem I see is when using it on a fire. Now that could raise the eyebrows….or the dead.

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      • PBR,

        At least you men have that option to go outside without having to disrobe. We women have to dance around waiting for bathroom to open up. Unless you live where we do and there’s no one to see ya except the coyotes.

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  28. bagSoooooooo embarrassing…………this one’s for Dave.

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  29. Thanks pepper for this post and the opportunity to just be silly for a while. Thanks to all for your stories! Merry Christmas to all of you and the very best wishes for all of us in 2012!

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    • FOH,

      Well THANK YOU for coming over and giving us some big laughs. We most certainly enjoy your stories. You have some whoppers and I’m glad you feel free to join in the fun. Silliness is a must these days, at least it is for me. I have to keep my sanity somehow with what is going on in our country. Merry Christmas to you too and best wishes for you and your loved ones in 2012. Let’s hope God is with us next year and helps us get our country back.

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  30. privbullright said:

    Dave,
    The moral to the story must be “don’t wake the sleeping sensor”.

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  31. willibeaux said:

    Mrs. Pepper’awk! Maybe the ‘awk is still remembering the times he had to use the field latrines.

    Ask him to tell you what are the duties of a field latrine burn-out specialist.

    I’m disappointed Mrs. Pepper’awk. I thought I’d get more smart @zz comments. Thanks for yours.

    HooRah! 🙂

    Willibeaux, Pepp here.

    Your story got hidden among all the comments and the ‘Awk don’t see too well. i told him to look for your story. I thought it was funny as usual. You were one wild ass GI. I can barely imagine it from you being the saintly man you are today. But the wildness of youth is in all of us until we find out we’re not immortal. Then we settle down into our rocking chairs and don’tmake a move for fear of crackin a bone. LOL! The ‘Awk told me all about burning the latrine trenches. Pretty funny stuff. I’m glad I never had to do that. I just wash the cow poop off my boots at the water pump.

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  32. willibeaux said:

    Purplegimp! Welcome back. Mrs. Pepper’awk told me that you had retired from the Mossad. Do you still ride your motorcycle?

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    • Retired? Nope! I got promoted! I still ride my wheelbroom.

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      • IIlana; Mossad? Hey ya’ll; if would have been nice if someone would have let O’ Dave in on that tid bit of info before I commenced my commenting! Didn’t know that! Please excuse me mam, if I said anything disparaging towards you! Please, please forgive me! I’d rather have a SWAT team beating down my door than the Mossad!

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        • Don’t worry, Dave. ‘Awk survived a week of covert Mossad activity down at the Holler. We even fooled all the LEOs at a roadblock that we were just on our way home from Wally’s place where we had just bought a ‘terrorist’ phone. Then there’s that “Any friend of the Pepperhawk’s is a friend of mine!

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        • privbullright said:

          No Biggie, Dave, just a cozy Christmas with the Mossad agent, sipping a little egg nog. Relax. Now drink up! To think you was worried about the EMT’s…

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          • Yes, Dave, follow PBR’s advice. It’s real cozy in here with our Mossad agent and side kick and the dogs.
            All you have to do is have a good time. The convo never ends with me and the Mossad agent exchanging stories until 4am.
            You’d have a gas.

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        • You’d better be nice to Lucie the Mossad. She can be hell on wheels when she gets something up her you know what. No, she’s much worse than a Swat team. Believe me. You haven’t seen anything yet.

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          • Pepp & Ms. Mossad Agent,

            I promise I will behave myself as the ‘awk and me will be eating Coconut Cream Pie most of the time. All I need to know now is when I pull in the driveway; should I get out with my hands in the air or just immediately lay flat on my stomach! And by the way Pepp; there ain’t no bee’s nor fly’s that hang around my ear’s!

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            • Dave, you just make sure you walk slowly and with your hands up. Merlin will on watch for strangers. I may not even have to get the guns out that day.
              You and ‘Awk can eat all the pie you want. I’ll be busy cleaning my guns for target practice. You might not have bees or flies hanging around your ears where you live, but you will here. ha, ha, ha ha

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      • Willibeaux,

        You should see her fly on that wheelbroom of hers. We’ll have to tell the story one day about what she did while down our house.

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  33. willibeaux said:

    Gos’awk! Was Mrs. Pepper’awk whuppin’ on you?

    ‘ooRah! 🙂

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  34. willibeaux said:

    Mrs. Pepper’awk! An Embarrassing moment for me was when I was taking a training course in a 5 star hotel near the Pentagon. I wasn’t staying there. When we broke for lunch I ‘eaded for the rest room. Instead of turning right I turned left. Would you believe it? It was the ladies rest room filled with “‘otties”.

    I did an about face and got the ‘ell out there fast, face redder than a valentine. There were no screams, just some giggling. Fortunately for me, none of the people in the lobby saw what ‘appened.

    ‘ooRah! 🙂

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  35. Pepp,

    I LOVE when things like that happen. Once a woman was bent over talking to her friend who was in a car, she was leaning on the door. The wind blew her skirt up and exposed her butt. Her thong skivvies were wonderful to look at. I once came around a corner and a lady was sitting on a set of steps above my head, with a dress on and no underwear. (It was in Europe).

    Life is good.

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  36. Love your story, Pepp! I too would have been very embarrassed!

    I have a short story to tell on myself. Ray and I and our two sons when they were younger were on vacation in Daytona Beach, FL.

    After dinner one night, we decided to go to the pool and cool off. I jumped into the pool and my wig went floating away!!!!! I had forgotten that I put a wig on after swimming earlier in the day and before going out for dinner. I was quite embarrassed and told Ray, “go get my wig”!! He was laughing so hard that he could hardly do anything. That was one of my most embarrassing, though like you, I have many!!!

    Oh, I thought of another very embarrassing time. Back in the 1990’s I would wear dresses or skirts to work – no slacks. My husband was picking me up from work and as I was walking from my office down the street to where Ray was parked, my “half” slip (or pettycoat) started slipping down – by the time I got to the car, it was by my ankles! I hurried into the car really quick! I prayed that noone saw that, but I am pretty sure they did.

    Just one more: I was at work and had to go to the bathroom. I finished and walked out to go back to my cubicle. As I walked past the vice president’s office (a female, thank God!), called at me – the back of my skirt was stuck at the top of my underwear!!! So glad she saw it and noone else!!!

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    • Hi Donna,

      Oh, those are hilarious! Your wig flying off in the pool. Did Ray ever get it?
      I hated slips didn’t you? They were always doing things they shouldn’t like falling down. That is too funny.
      Now that’s a topper, your skirt stuck in your underwear! Good thing you had nice people in the office who didn’t let you go around all day like that. LOL!

      I never wear any of those types of things anymore. Too cumbersome!

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  37. Gos’awk! What do you think about Mrs. Pepper’awk accusing all men of being lechers?

    It’s a state of mind for some.

    ‘ooRah! 😉

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  38. Yo. Mainly would like to make a quick note and tell you that in fact I’ve really loved reading your web page and am endorsing it to my contacts. Keep up the good work! Many thanks.

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