CCI;921867; said:Anti-Social
no, i was just a fat outcast kid that nobody liked and now i'm the fat outcast adult that nobody likes
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no, i was just a fat outcast kid that nobody liked and now i'm the fat outcast adult that nobody likes
RugbyBuck
Our church has no bells.
I certainly wouldn't have traveled for the reunion or gone if it had conflicted with anything else. It was ok, but I won't be doing the 30th, not to mention all the follow-up bullshit going around now: "oh, we should do a family picnic, poker night, blah, blah..." If I'd wanted to hang out with them, I would've so at some point in the past 20 years.
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Buck Nasty
You'll have nothing and like it
AKAKBUCK;921886; said:
You would be correct, I am not the Streaker type.
I'm more of the get drunk and pass out naked type.
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10 year was okay, not great. The highlight was playing guitar with some old friends at an 'after party'.
I doubt I'll go to the 20, though I have 3 years to mull it over.
I doubt I'll go to the 20, though I have 3 years to mull it over.
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sullie
Go Bucks!
Here's one for a good laugh.
We get invited to my wife's 20th HS reunion in a real small town in southern Indiana, very rural, cows, pigs, barns, farms the whole nine yards. Our background is that we both work and live in Indy, both have 4 year degrees, both of us are professionals, she's in HR, I'm in IT.
Her twin brother tells us the reunion is going to be in a barn or we both understood it was going to be in a barn. I wear a flannel shirt and jeans (normally I wear casual attire for the office, she normally does as well.) My wife looks great in anything but she's got on a very nice wool sweater and jeans.
We go to the barn thing, it's a pre-reunion of sorts, very casual and we fit right in, in fact it was very cold, I'm wearing an LL Bean barn coat so I'm comfy, we have a beer or two, there's a nice fire, etc. This goes on for a couple of hours.
Next everyone says, hey lets go to the "such and such bar". I ask my wife "what is that place?" She said, "oh my, that's a really nasty hole in wall downtown." We didn't realize it but everyone else changes into dress clothes while her and I go as is.
We show up at "the bar" that's actually a place that was once a crummy bar that was completely redone and made into a really nice ballroom and was built for event rentals like wedding receptions, etc. So everyone else is dressed up in dress clothes, I didn't even BRING dress clothes and I'm sporting a freaking flannel shirt and jeans, she at least could pull it off, I look like captain hill jack!
So the whole time I'm being asked if I'm a lumberjack and getting cracked on by the locals. After my verbal a$$ kicking I found a table for us as far away as possible. But it gets better. While she is getting hit on by an ex-boyfriend who is short, drunk and whining about his recent divorce, a nicely dressed woman asks if she and her husband (who I can't see) can join me at our table. I say sure no problem.
So next thing you know off she goes and up walks the husband. So I got stuck sitting next to a guy in an Earnhardt t-shirt and matching hat and dirty jeans. Turns out this guy is an ex-con and now a janitor at a high school or manufacturing plant (I forget which now) in Ohio. I swear I drank more beer that night than I ever have in my life and as God is my witness I couldn't even get drunk, I felt painfully sober the entire evening.
We get invited to my wife's 20th HS reunion in a real small town in southern Indiana, very rural, cows, pigs, barns, farms the whole nine yards. Our background is that we both work and live in Indy, both have 4 year degrees, both of us are professionals, she's in HR, I'm in IT.
Her twin brother tells us the reunion is going to be in a barn or we both understood it was going to be in a barn. I wear a flannel shirt and jeans (normally I wear casual attire for the office, she normally does as well.) My wife looks great in anything but she's got on a very nice wool sweater and jeans.
We go to the barn thing, it's a pre-reunion of sorts, very casual and we fit right in, in fact it was very cold, I'm wearing an LL Bean barn coat so I'm comfy, we have a beer or two, there's a nice fire, etc. This goes on for a couple of hours.
Next everyone says, hey lets go to the "such and such bar". I ask my wife "what is that place?" She said, "oh my, that's a really nasty hole in wall downtown." We didn't realize it but everyone else changes into dress clothes while her and I go as is.
We show up at "the bar" that's actually a place that was once a crummy bar that was completely redone and made into a really nice ballroom and was built for event rentals like wedding receptions, etc. So everyone else is dressed up in dress clothes, I didn't even BRING dress clothes and I'm sporting a freaking flannel shirt and jeans, she at least could pull it off, I look like captain hill jack!
So the whole time I'm being asked if I'm a lumberjack and getting cracked on by the locals. After my verbal a$$ kicking I found a table for us as far away as possible. But it gets better. While she is getting hit on by an ex-boyfriend who is short, drunk and whining about his recent divorce, a nicely dressed woman asks if she and her husband (who I can't see) can join me at our table. I say sure no problem.
So next thing you know off she goes and up walks the husband. So I got stuck sitting next to a guy in an Earnhardt t-shirt and matching hat and dirty jeans. Turns out this guy is an ex-con and now a janitor at a high school or manufacturing plant (I forget which now) in Ohio. I swear I drank more beer that night than I ever have in my life and as God is my witness I couldn't even get drunk, I felt painfully sober the entire evening.
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