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Posted: Feb. 21 2009, 22:44 |
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Growing up on airbases in the early '70s these things were easy: "Ring 'n run" is a game where you simply ring a doorbell and run like hell, then hide and observe the results. My freinds at Myrtle Beach AFB were masters at it and did make sport of the fact that I was the "fat kid". I lost the pounds when I grew up. But they would ring a doorbell, run to the next house, ring it, all down an entire block. I was huffing and puffing to keep up. If I couldn't keep up, I'd hide in a ditch or bush and observe the results. Great fun. And then there were eggs, so much you can do with eggs and parked cars. Toilet paper: you can gift wrap a car with it, if you have at least 1 partner. Loads of fun. Then in 1973(a magic year for music BTW),in the middle of the night me and my buddy Ralph made a concoction in a large can, at least a gallon. We mixed milk, pickle juice, vinegar, urine, mustard and whatever else grotesque that was in the fridge we could find. Stirred it over a fire to get it good and sickly. Then we set out to find a car. We found one with an open window(driver's front window), it was brand new, a Camaro I think. Ralph dumped the entire contents thru the window onto the seat and since it was dark, I assume it went all over the front interior. The next morning(early, like 6AM) something very strange happened. We rode our bikes to where that car was. It was still there, window open. We looked inside. There was no smell, no discoloration, no sign that we had dumped anything into that car. It looked brand new. Is that weird or what? Was there some kind of Camaro angel watching over that car? We were stymied.
-------------- We raise our voices in the night Crying to heaven And will our voices be heard Or will they break Like the wind
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