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Post by Ardbeg... innit on Mar 7, 2012 6:20:48 GMT -6
You were with us for so little time, yet were so memorable. Happy Birthday Carl
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Post by Irish Stu on Mar 7, 2012 8:17:41 GMT -6
In the short time you were with us you became something of a TNMC legend.
Happy Birthday Carl. Gone but not forgotten.
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Post by ♥ COVID-19♥ on Mar 7, 2012 9:00:46 GMT -6
My Dearest Darling Carl,
On your special day, I hope your wife Marge is willingly offering up to you her big, wet, sloppy pussy.
All the very best wishes,
Saul Alinsky
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Post by Irish Stu on Mar 7, 2012 9:14:15 GMT -6
On your special day, I hope your wife Marge is willingly offering up to you her big, wet, sloppy pussyThat awkward moment on your husband's birthday when you realise you've left the cat out in the rain all night. You must miss him more than the rest of us Beeb. As I recall you and he had quite a rapport going...
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Post by ♥ COVID-19♥ on Mar 7, 2012 9:18:05 GMT -6
He completed me.
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Post by Merlot Joe on Mar 7, 2012 13:24:56 GMT -6
Happy Birthday Carl.
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Post by ♥ COVID-19♥ on Mar 7, 2012 15:12:44 GMT -6
Please try not to say anything controversial that may anger the man.
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Post by Ardbeg... innit on Mar 7, 2012 18:44:15 GMT -6
My Dearest Darling Carl, On your special day, I hope your wife Marge is willingly offering up to you her big, wet, sloppy pussy.All the very best wishes, Saul Alinsky Please try not to say anything controversial that may anger the man.
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Post by ♥ COVID-19♥ on Mar 7, 2012 21:01:07 GMT -6
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Post by Irish Stu on Mar 8, 2012 6:28:22 GMT -6
I'm quite saddened that Carl didn't put in an appearance yesterday. How could he snub us like this?
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Post by Ardbeg... innit on Mar 8, 2012 6:50:10 GMT -6
He almost acts like he had a beef with us.
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Post by Irish Stu on Mar 8, 2012 8:55:16 GMT -6
I can't imagine why.
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Post by Ardbeg... innit on Mar 8, 2012 9:26:22 GMT -6
It is a mystery
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Post by ♥ COVID-19♥ on Mar 8, 2012 9:48:03 GMT -6
I'm hoping he's preparing for a big come-back.
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Post by Irish Stu on Mar 8, 2012 10:01:41 GMT -6
I've been praying for that every day since he left us but my prayers have been unanswered.
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Post by Chicago Jake on Mar 8, 2012 10:13:29 GMT -6
Sure your prayers were answered. The answer was NO.
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Post by Ardbeg... innit on Mar 8, 2012 10:16:53 GMT -6
Sigh... the good old daysA few years ago, Marge and I got kicked out of the Green Parrot Bar in Key West! In order to tell the story, I’d better give a little background. Marge’s brother-in-law was stationed there for a while as a Navy CB (Construction Battalion), and her sister sold her art there, so when I got a deal from a phone company’s points, I took a weekend at a hotel in Key West. While there, we decided to buy a time share in Sunset Harbor, a Hyatt vacation resort next to Mallory Dock and the Hilton Hotel. We’ve done many things there and have our favorite activities and events. Our time share week falls mostly on the week of Fantasy Fest, so we have a blast. One evening we booked a Sunset Cruise. I drank beer until the boat got underway, and then they served champagne. I took pictures, but believe me - I didn’t miss many drinks. We got to talking to a couple there, from Texas. We were the last ones off the boat, and I saved the guy from buying a photo memory of them at the full price, because I knew we could get it from them cheaper (and I bought one of Marge and me). Since we knew the area a little better than them, they went with us to eat dinner at Kelly’s, and then we went on to the Green Parrot, a locals bar where I’ve spent some time and whiled away an afternoon with my step-son, playing Liars’ Dice. I headed up to the bar to get a round of drinks. As I was nearing our table, I heard the bartender shout out, pointing to the four of us, “Out of here, you scumbags!” I usually fit in with any environment, so I was surprised. I knew we’d done nothing wrong. But it wasn’t the time to argue. As we walked down the sidewalk, we found out what the problem was. Apparently the guy from Texas had offered to watch the door for the security guy while he visited the men’s room. While “our” guy talked to people coming along the sidewalk, he told them that the first drink would be free! I guess the first few were making their way to the bar as I carried our drinks to the table. It’s a good bar, but will not put up with anything detrimental to their profits. When we got over our indignation (and realized what the Texas guy had done), we got a good laugh telling Marge’s kids how their “vanilla”-looking Mom and step-dad got thrown out of a landmark bar in Key West. I’ll have to add this story to our Travels and Adventures sagas. www.greenparrot.com/
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Post by ♥ COVID-19♥ on Mar 8, 2012 10:17:46 GMT -6
Carl's absence has been forcing me to confront my abandonment issues.
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Post by Irish Stu on Mar 8, 2012 10:52:52 GMT -6
Thanks for reposting that one Gordon, and here's reminder of another of my favourite posts from our boy Carl. By Jiminy did he ever have some hilarious drinking stories! That guy had REALLY lived! I was in the Pershing Rifles during my Freshman year of college. Our drill team, the ladies' drill team, and the Air Force ROTC counterparts, took two scenicruiser buses to Mardi Gras, to march in the parade. Before the parade started, it started raining, and the parade was called off, so we changed into our civies and hit Bourbon Street.
We had stopped in Miss. on the way and just about bought out a liquor store. I bought a fifth of Canadian Club. As we perused the bars (after oysters and then going for a Hurricane), you would jockey with the bar barker, with $1 drinks as low as you could get. When we went inside, I'd order a drink, and then surreptiously refill my glass from my bottle (in a paper bag). Unfortunately (and stupidly - but what can I say? I was young), I was drinking gin & tonic, and Canadian Club doesn't look anything like that.
But the bartender was nice - he didn't kick me out. Just told me to drink up and then go.
I learned my lesson - drink the same thing you bring in. We were there for the scenery and dancing as much as the drinking tnmc.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=Whatever&thread=9870&page=1#142481
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Post by Ardbeg... innit on Mar 8, 2012 11:05:15 GMT -6
He did have an almost uncomfortable way of getting to the crux of an issue Edited: Why did we never question whether those players on the Atlanta Crackers were black? tnmc.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=gotopost&board=Sports&thread=9828&post=142082I know some of you don't care for the navy tales, so you may not be interested in my reminiscing, either.The latter part of my high school days were in Atlanta. I had long been a Milwaukee Braves fan, and I still remember fondly the announcing/commentating by Dizzy Dean and Peewee Reese.
In those days, Atlanta had only minor league baseball, but I was a staunch fan of the Atlanta Crackers. My Dad took me to some games in the early 50s at the old Ponce De Leon park. I still remember a long ball hitter, who played center field - Montag was his last name. As far as I know, he never was a major leaguer, but he could really pound the ball.
When I was in high school, the Crackers became Double A, and then Triple A. I think it was when they were still Double A, they had a manager named Rube Walker. There was a pitcher named Pete Richert who could blaze a fast ball and had the strike-out record for the Southern League. Our catcher was Tim McCarver, who went on to the majors and to the hall of fame, and then took up announcing. My favorite player was the shortstop, who also went to the majors when McCarver did, but he was good field, poor hitter, so while he was a good utility player in the majors, he didn't do as well. Trazewski was his last name.
My favorite writer for the Atlanta Journal and Constitution was Furman Bisher. Several years ago, I started corresponding with him about our memories.
Another writer who could really spin a yarn was Tom (Red) McEwen, of the Tampa Tribune. Retired now, and the current crop don't come close to the quality of writing, in my opinion.
I've never been great at quoting statistics (in baseball, football, basketball, or any sport for that matter), but I truly love the games. I've played a little, but I admire the excellence of those who play with great flair and excitement.
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Post by ♥ COVID-19♥ on Mar 8, 2012 11:39:40 GMT -6
Please stop. Re-reading this scalawag's ribald tales makes me miss him all over again.
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Post by Ardbeg... innit on Mar 8, 2012 11:47:53 GMT -6
This should be a time to purge yourself of this unhealthy emotion.
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Post by Irish Stu on Mar 8, 2012 12:36:05 GMT -6
This should be a time to purge yourself of this unhealthy emotion A coffee enema might do the trick.
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Post by ♥ COVID-19♥ on Mar 8, 2012 12:40:30 GMT -6
If we can make it a decaf, I might be interested.
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Post by Ardbeg... innit on Mar 8, 2012 12:51:26 GMT -6
Make that venti with extra foam and we will know santorum when we see it.
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Post by ♥ COVID-19♥ on Mar 8, 2012 12:56:22 GMT -6
Ah, that's just the way ol' Carl used to make it for me. Oh, the memories ...
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Post by Irish Stu on Mar 8, 2012 13:58:22 GMT -6
It's almost like the old rascal is here with us in spirit if not in person.
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Post by Ardbeg... innit on Mar 8, 2012 13:59:12 GMT -6
That would be the Turtle Soup Im cooking
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Post by ♥ COVID-19♥ on Mar 8, 2012 14:00:47 GMT -6
He never did teach us how to play Liar's Dice. So sad.
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Post by Irish Stu on Mar 8, 2012 14:06:21 GMT -6
He didn't even say goodbye properly. Just deleted his diatribes at Beeb (which I'm sure were meant in the best spirit of this here fine message board) and vanished.
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