In reply to RealMiniNoMore :
I think the rule should be: If people on the Left and right don't laugh...fork them. The middle thinks it's HILLARIOUS. (OK...definitely treading on thin ice here).
barefootskater said:
When my dad was in college, he was an RA. The 1970's were apparently a very different time. They had events sponsored by the school. I'm not sure exactly how it worked, but my dad had a budget for floor activities. One of the activities was an off-campus party, a few miles away. Being this different time, they had kegs of beer! Paid for by this event budget that dad had to work with! Well, they also had KFC chicken as the food.
The rental of the venue was up at 11PM, and they were not allowed to take the kegs with them as they belonged to the venue. The beer was paid for though. Well, these young and enterprising college students were not about to let good beer go to waste! So they looked around and saw plenty of KFC Buckets! Excellent. Now they just had to get them home through a few miles of farmland in the rolling hills around Des Moines, IA.
Long story short, that is how my dad ended up spending a Sunday shampooing the seats in his 1963 Chevy Bel-Air 4-door post sedan, and paying to have his dates fur coat dry cleaned.
mtn said:barefootskater said:When my dad was in college, he was an RA. The 1970's were apparently a very different time. They had events sponsored by the school. I'm not sure exactly how it worked, but my dad had a budget for floor activities. One of the activities was an off-campus party, a few miles away. Being this different time, they had kegs of beer! Paid for by this event budget that dad had to work with! Well, they also had KFC chicken as the food.
The rental of the venue was up at 11PM, and they were not allowed to take the kegs with them as they belonged to the venue. The beer was paid for though. Well, these young and enterprising college students were not about to let good beer go to waste! So they looked around and saw plenty of KFC Buckets! Excellent. Now they just had to get them home through a few miles of farmland in the rolling hills around Des Moines, IA.
Long story short, that is how my dad ended up spending a Sunday shampooing the seats in his 1963 Chevy Bel-Air 4-door post sedan, and paying to have his dates fur coat dry cleaned.
I was so broke at one point that I got one of those nacho kits from a quickie mart and rather than dumping the pouch of tortilla chips in the bowl and then pouring the FREE chili and cheese on top, I set the pouch on the side, filled the bowl to the absolute rim with FREE chili and cheese, and then laid a thin surface coat of tortilla chips on top to stabilize the load.
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