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BuckBackHome
Wolverine is largest member of weasel family
Uh, wrong answer boy wonder. Dublin ran their crews 24 hours a day. Columbus ran them for 8 hours.
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BuckBackHome
Wolverine is largest member of weasel family
Maybe they finally do, but back when I worked in Dublin they did not.
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So that's what that stuff was during the Toledo game.
As I look out my window, the sun has just set on another day.
As I look out my window, the sun has just set on another day.
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jimotis4heisman
Banned
if you live in columbus, youll see a nice little present in the morn.
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someone seriously ranks snow removal teams?
I have a hard time believing they can compete with Northern Michigan, Wisconsin, Minnesota, etc. But I'm looking forward to this elite snow removal :)
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Saw31
High Seas Rogue
Oh I remember it well...
[flashback]
It was early in January of 1994. We were still young and full of life. I had already given myself "snow days" that whole week...Fucking way too cold for 30 minute marches across campus...We had lost heat to most of the house earlier in the week. The furnace just could not keep up with the drafty West 9th three story heat exchanger. The winds were howling. Little ice particles stinging your face like some kind of north pole sand storm. But we weren't going to let that stop us from taking advantage of an extra party night. We waited until the 11 o'clock news. They had been giving the "exposed skin warnings" all day, so we knew this could be "it"...All of a sudden we heard "Party On" or was it "OSU classes canceled"?...Either way, woohoo!! Now we needed supplies...We went right out into the teeth of that -40 degree wind chill, our loyal dog "Chief" by our side. Frost began forming on my eyebrows and snotcicles on my beard and mustache, as we hurriedly scraped the truck's windows. Knowing the little S-10's heater had no chance of ever warming up, we didn't bother waiting and drove straight up to the Bier Stube (sp?). We spent all our plasma money on the cheapest cases of beer...er...I mean supplies, they had available. We stayed only long enough to regain feeling in our extremities, then dashed to the truck still running in the parking lot. When we got home, we quickly built a fire in the living room and huddled close together to share body heat and drank beer after beer (picture that movie about the soccer team that crashed in the mountains, except with beer). Unbeknown to us, our plight was just beginning. The pipes had frozen and suddenly broke inside the kitchen ceiling with a violent crash. Not near an exterior wall mind you, but a good ten feet from any exterior wall. No water and no heat, shit!...Our very survival was at stake now. Snow being our most plentiful resource, we melted it to fill the back of the shitter for two or three days until our slumlord...er...I mean landlord got the pipes fixed. The rule was "Only a shit, or should I say a M*ch*g*n, required flushing. If you are the one to flush, you are the one to get more snow." Dysentery and cholera quickly spread throughout the makeshift camp, or was it just cheap beer shits?...We were in pure survival mode now. No showers for days and frozen urine in the downstairs toilet. We began draining the hot water tank and rationing the beer and drinking water. We were also now forced to climb the stairs to piss in the upstairs bathroom, which miraculously had not frozen solid. Weakening us and sapping our energy with each trip, we yelled encouragements to each other, "Come on man!! Don't give up!! Don't give up!!". No water, no heat, and a kitchen and a bathroom doubling as giant freezers (around 25 degrees). We had to partition them off from the rest of the house by hanging sleeping bags in the doorways. You could see your breath in every bedroom, about 45 degrees (talk about shrinkage). We all (5 of us) had to sleep on the floor of the living room in our winter coats where we had two electric space heaters running full go. It was a harrowing ordeal, but we all made it through with only one or two toes amputated...and frost bitten asses from the toilet seat...
OK...I used a little dramatic license, but most of the story is true. Just not the missing toes/frost bitten asses or building a fire in the living room stuff. And when we were finally rescued, we were diagnosed with "cheap beer shits", so we were all OK...The rest is 100% accurate to the best of my drunken recollection.
We were actually paid a visit by the Columbus Housing Authority so they could verify our dismal living conditions. They were not big fans of our slumlord, needless to say...I miss college...
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