Huaco Kid Posted February 20, 2023 Author Share Posted February 20, 2023 The cops pulled us over. "What are you doing with three duffle bags of 300# of pucks?" "Taking them home." "OK. Then. Have a good day." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 20, 2023 Author Share Posted February 20, 2023 That was 50 years ago, and I still have some of those pucks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 20, 2023 Author Share Posted February 20, 2023 The cops pulled us over, dragging bags. And said, "Why do you have 300# of pucks?" "We don't know," "Well. OK. have a nice day." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 20, 2023 Author Share Posted February 20, 2023 I still have some of those pucks. One is the "door puck". It keeps the screen -door open, when I go in and out. It lives outside. All frozeny. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 20, 2023 Author Share Posted February 20, 2023 We threw more at cars. I think the rest went into their barn. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 20, 2023 Author Share Posted February 20, 2023 If you hit a car, good, with a puck, you just run uphill, and leave all your bags of pucks there. The guy might stop, and yell, "HEY ALL YOU LITTLE MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!" But he won't take your bags of pucks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 20, 2023 Author Share Posted February 20, 2023 Only nine miles to go. We really liked these pucks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 20, 2023 Author Share Posted February 20, 2023 Tim died a long time ago. He's the only one that knows this. Why we were at the park? ten miles away? Why they drained the lake? Why we went ass-deep in the muck, to get 147,000 pucks? Why we went back, for ten miles, came back with duffle bags, to get 147,000 pucks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 20, 2023 Author Share Posted February 20, 2023 Tim's the guy that was riding his brand-new Kawasaki, down the hill. Craashed a little, put his hand out to grab it, and got his finger chopped off in the chain-sprokcet. We never found it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 20, 2023 Author Share Posted February 20, 2023 Sometimes, there's a lot of blood, you don't need to see. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 20, 2023 Author Share Posted February 20, 2023 "Dude?. You OK?" "No." "Your house is right downhill. Run." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 20, 2023 Author Share Posted February 20, 2023 I don't know. We caught up with him, hours later, at the hospital. "Does it hurt?" "Yes." "Does it hurt if I do this ::flick:::? "YOU STUPID MFR WHERES MY FING... Nurse:: "You have to leave now." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 23, 2023 Author Share Posted February 23, 2023 I'm still trying to grind the lid off of the mean-bean can. The quarters are piling up. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 23, 2023 Author Share Posted February 23, 2023 The last time I saw Tim, he a 2" square Vegas-style ring on his finger-stump. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Al Czervik Posted February 23, 2023 Share Posted February 23, 2023 I like crabs. I catch them all the time. I like them with butter. I like them with chile and lime. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 23, 2023 Author Share Posted February 23, 2023 I like peaches. They come in a can. They were put there from some guy in Japan. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 23, 2023 Author Share Posted February 23, 2023 You could actually eat these crab legs. But you'd need a toothpick, and a really really lot of them. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 23, 2023 Author Share Posted February 23, 2023 I've caught blue-crabs, at the boat docks, with string and chicken-necks. A bucket-full will fill everyone's belly. I've caught crawdads, in Texas, where they come up in people's swampy backyards. I think it was bacon-on-a-string. Not really a meal. But some big ones, with Old Bay. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 23, 2023 Author Share Posted February 23, 2023 Once each year, the guy that ran Metal-Mart would do a boil. A garage full of people could eat 600lbs. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 23, 2023 Author Share Posted February 23, 2023 A garbage can of 'puppies dumped on the table (two forklifts with 4x8's plywood, pushed together.) And six kegs of beer. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 23, 2023 Author Share Posted February 23, 2023 I don't remember ever being supplied butter. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 23, 2023 Author Share Posted February 23, 2023 I've been to wild pig-roasts, where you didn't get plates, or napkins, or forks. That's why God made Buck Knives. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 23, 2023 Author Share Posted February 23, 2023 The guys from Metal-Mart would go to Louisiana to get the 600lbs. But they'd have some tanks, where'd they "wash out" for howerver long. The ones we got in the backyard were crunchy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 23, 2023 Author Share Posted February 23, 2023 They once asked at Mom's home-farm-house (all my sister's friends), if they could have a pig roast. (TX) Mom loved this stuff. Yes. They brought in a bobcat, digging a hole next to the pond. It's on. Mom said, "Wha?" Set the mesquite-charcoal-whatever fire the next day, in the hole. Let it cook for a day. Brought in the pig on a forklift. dump. Buried him with shovels. Three days (?). Cook. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted February 23, 2023 Author Share Posted February 23, 2023 And 300 hippies (sister's friends). drunk all day. for three days. Mom loved hippies. It was all cool. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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