Need a new bar...

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Damn, WTF is wrong with people? The neighbors were getting loud so I stopped out for a draft. The music here is rotating between left-wing country (I never heard before) and black guys singing about sex and the size of their dicks?!? WTF? How are those parallels even relavent, Jeez! But, you know, being Nordic we never discus dicks as a topic so it's shocking (you know, ice age and all, wink, wink). Now, "Love with a stripper," is on. Damn, can I get some Stevey Ray Vaughn? Or maybe it's time I found that college bar Lifts keeps talking about. At least then I might tolerate it... REFILL Please, "County Boys Can Survive..." Hooray
 
Okay get on that bike and head west message me with you hit Illinois
 
I love Illinois, blond girls raspy and sweet. I remember many nights partying at the University of Illinois in Champaign when I was in jet engine school 12 mikes away at Chanute AFB. Steak houses with 22oz cook your own sirloin, man. You live in God's Country. Just stay away from Minnesota, that's where I experienced all "four baggers" at a billiards bar one night, (never went back)!. I wondered why they had swinging doors. When I saw the 4 baggers I knew, lol! Needless to say, the next night I hooked up with a blond from Wisconsin I met on base. Fuck it, I took her in a bus parked on the base. So sweet I should have married her! So much for foggy windows... don't know how you are faithful, either a great woman or you are a good man. Either way I tip my hat!
 
You see the problem is you just walked into a pocket of reality. It's not the only reality just the small section of it you found yourself in at the time. There are others to explore.

That thing between your ears that comes up with all that other shit? That's not reality. For example, there's no blonde girls raspy and sweet in champaign. Nope.
 
Reality is highly overrated and very boring. mrhtbd I would love going to the bar with you. I would, I mean we would have a lot of fun.
 
I love Illinois, blond girls raspy and sweet. I remember many nights partying at the University of Illinois in Champaign when I was in jet engine school 12 mikes away at Chanute AFB. Steak houses with 22oz cook your own sirloin, man. You live in God's Country. !

What year were you at Chanute? I was there in 82 & 83. Worked in Metals Technology school. Alexander's was the steak place.
 
From November 1992 to March 1993 for Turboprop School. The cycle after ours was the last and they closed most of the base at the end of 1993. Yeah, 22oz steaks and 32oz mugs of beer. I was a SSgt and only had school, no duties. Went to Mothers in Chicago for New Years. Fell asleep in my 1973 Porsche because there no rooms anywhere.
 
This is what you need. Forget the bars.
 

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From November 1992 to March 1993 for Turboprop School. The cycle after ours was the last and they closed most of the base at the end of 1993. Yeah, 22oz steaks and 32oz mugs of beer. I was a SSgt and only had school, no duties. Went to Mothers in Chicago for New Years. Fell asleep in my 1973 Porsche because there no rooms anywhere.

Yep Clinton closed it. I got out in 83. Lived in the area my whole life except the first 2 years I was in. I was in California.
 
Went to a great bar tonight in Westfield, NJ near the river (stream). Got there around 6 but the place was very busy with several attractive women. One sat around the corner of the bar with her date between us and kept glancing over but I avoided her gaze out of respect for her date. I was flattered but he did the work and should get the reward. Maybe I'm not so out of shape after all.
 
You should have told her date how lucky he was, then made a deliberate glance at her tits.
 
Very cool idea. See, that's why I need you guys as wing men. I never think of the cool things to say.
 

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