Shut the fuck up, Donnie.
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Were you ever The Wolf ?
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Shut the fuck up, Donnie.
This thread is gayer than the tactical lever action thread.
Thats stings. I tried to give it a bit of class. Im losing my touch.
Oh, and nothing is THAT gay.
It took me four tries but I did eventually read all of that. Had to get a running start at it. I regret that decision, but mostly I wonder why the OP bothered to type all that out?
Cause he's hungry like the wolf
Are we having a competition ? I've been saving my good stuff , so let's not go giving out trophies just yet
^^^^^^
That's not a thread.
Stay with the program please.
Not appreciated.
That's not a thread.
Stay with the program please.
Not appreciated.
Do you know the Phoenix Eye? Or Dim Mak?
What happens outside The Bear Pit, stays outside The Bear Pit. Or so I've been told.
Were you on the ROTC special forces team?
An ROTC special forces combat engineer?
Yada, yada, yada.....I quit about halfway in.
I dont wanna get in a pissing contest here....
But thems some tall assertions you are making.
The Wolf.....you trying to tell us all those keyboard ejaculations you just smeared all over our screens, makes you one tiny tittle, like the coolest fucking "cleaner" we ever saw on the silver screen.
Yeah well.....
I'll bet you this, I'm a lot closer to being The Dude than you are "The Wolf".
I gotta say though. Yours is the funniest shit I almost read on the Hide in a while.
You know who I bet you really are?
You know what would be really funny? If your real name is Walter, that'd be fucking hilarious!
I've got a true metal detecting story you might partially enjoy also. If someone would request it , I'd post it .
They were already joined. I didn't have anything to do with that. I joined a band one time .
What the….relax you just over payed for a car
Don't know what to say about that and I know why. Because I got high, because I got high .
I had no idea that you could pile self aggrandizing bullshit that high, it’s impressive really.True story of mine here -
The person that always stood out to me in Pulp Fiction was The Wolf. When the shit hits the fan, with numerous elements, the best guy for the situation. Calm, cool, methodic, professional and able to get he job done without taking anyone's shit and not dishing any out unnecessarily. Using his assets , including his money as needed . " Are you an oak man ? "
I always wanted to be like The Wolf. Never thought I would be able to in my younger years, but knew I would take advantage of the opportunity if I could.
I got a call one day from my granddaughter that was on her way here from Illinois with her boyfriend . Their car broke down about 40 miles out and she was wanting ... well, I'm not sure what all she was wanting and once she called The Wolf in didn't matter . The Wolf looks at what needs to be done and if you don't want The Wolf to take control , don't call him.
So I find out where they are and she tells me they are in the car . I tell her to get away from the car and get to a safe place even if it's under a tree, a good distance from the car.
I call a tow and tell them I need a vehicle towed to Farmington and they need to bring 2 people with them. The wife is running around getting ready to go pick them up , as if it were one of her puppies stranded on the side of the road but she ain't The Wolf so her services are not needed.
The tow shows up where I told them to bring the car and the tow driver unhooks the cable from the car on the back of the flatbed and decides he is going to try to let the car roll down using the brakes to stop it. The brakes don't hold and the car comes crashing down hitting the reese hitch on a truck, poking the prettiest square hole you've ever seen in the bumper of the car.
Now the situation is one of the granddaughter standing there crying, the tow truck driver looking at me ( The Wolf ) and now we have more problems. I ain't Dear Abbey so someone's little feelings are of no concern to me . I'm on a mission and there is plenty of day left and I ain't gonna waste any of it on trivial shit . The Wolf has money and there is no need to try to capitalize on the situation when more pressing needs are present .
I walk over to the tow driver and he starts apologizing and says to me " She's upset isn't she ? " I tell him " The car's a piece of shit , I figured the head gasket went from what I was told earlier " He asked what I wanted to do. So now I know he knows who is in chargeHe did seem generally concerned about the granddaughter and the predicament she was in, but The Wolf takes all things and all people into consideration, so now the pressing need is to clear up this situation and get on to other things. The granddaughter is eventually going to be paying me back for this tow ,so I have to look out for interests to a certain degree.
But , at the same time I have to show her there is more important things in life than taking advantage of an unfortunate situation where no one meant any harm. You watch The Wolf in action and you may learn a thing or two just as The Wolf has. I asked the driver that under a more normal situation , how much discount can you give a customer without your boss asking any questions , he says " Well, we can only give 30 dollars on the ticket normally " I said " Thirty dollars it is " He says " Are you sure ? " I guess he never saw the movie and didn't know The Wolf is always sure. I said " Yeah, the car's a piece of shit , no use making things worse than they are " One happy little tow driver out of the picture now.
We go out to the dealership after I call my son and now am looking at cars. I called my son cause he drinks, plays golf, goes to the Elks etc. with the owner of the dealership and we both have worked at his house . Still have some work out there, but ain't doing no trade offs . Just stand there with your pretty little face . We decide on this Ford Focus that is a couple of years old , no collisions and low mileage. Probably as many options as you can get including a lifetime power train warranty. Couldn't tell it from a new one .Price -7000 . Okay, looks like the granddaughter is going to be moving up . But... remember what Oprah did giving those cars away to people that couldn't afford the taxes, license, insurance etc. The Wolf knows better than that.
So, the wife and granddaughter, and boyfriend are sitting there trying to figure out insurance, license, payments blah, blah, blah and I guess they forgot The Wolf was still in charge and if they go deviating from my mission they are going to be in a heap of trouble down the road. This is going on during Covid and things could be done at the dealership that may have not been able to happen otherwise. I tell the dealership to put the car in my and my granddaughters name . I'm going to be paying cash for the car and I call my insurance company and put insurance on it . The office personnel were able to handle all the paperwork involved even though they were from Illinois and all they had to do was drive off the lot .
The granddaughter is going to be paying me back, so I have to look out for her best interests. I had my son call my mechanic and he already looked at the piece of shit car and said it wasn't worth putting any money into it. I tell the dealership that I really hate paying taxes and ask if there is anything they could do. Just a formality. The Wolf knows what they can do . They say " If you are trading something in, the value of your trade in will lower the taxes " I tell them I got this nice little cream puff across town, that will easily accommodate a hitch and.... they say " A piece of shit ,right ? " I guess beauty is in the eye of the beholder cause I couldn't believe what that thing ended up being worth.
So, they are getting the paperwork wrapped up and the granddaughter is sitting there with all this crap out of her purse and asks me what I need next . I told her " Go up to the service desk and get me a cup of coffee. " The Wolf likes his coffee . I pay for everything and tell the dealership where the car is and they said they would pick it up.
We get back over to my house and the granddaughter is questioning me about how much money I need and started to get into her financial status that I'm sure would be as boring as some may find this story. I tell her that when she gets home to take her sweet little time and find the best deal she can get on insurance. Be sure to call me after you have insurance. She says " What about the payments ? " I tell her " You wait 2 months and then you start paying me back 200 dollars a month , no interest "
Saved her a bunch of money, worry, and hassle . Didn't take a dime of her money which I doubt would have been much help. Car had a full tank of gas too. All happened because I watched the movie and became envious of The Wolf.
It was when you showed up sugar britches
and I raise you and actually gay wolf
OP, welcome to the wolf pack. We can use someone of your skill
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You gotta stop calling me that. People are going to think we're a thing.
I would like to read the true metal detecting story. Someone fight me.
Some Stupid Kid Gets My Silver Quarter
I can clearly remember standing there,looking stupid as always, in the dinner line at the parish picnic. The wealthier kids were flying their balsa wood airplane prizes showing off in front of the biggest crowd they could find. As probably the poorest kid of the parish,I'm standing there in anticipation of all that great food coming from the kitchen. I don't think I was fully appreciating the fact that my Mother was working there and was the reason I had that dinner ticket as a reward of her labor.
I also clearly remember looking at the ground,as I usually did when I was anywhere I thought I might find a coin. And there it was-a Mercury dime waiting for me to pluck it from the ground,and I did. The exact age of the coin or me for that matter,I can't recall but we were both somewhat rare.I would have been somewhere around 8 years old and this took place around 1965.
So there I was standing in line with money in my pocket and feeling good as I already spent my $1.00 I was allotted for the day and knowing my wealthy aunt would be showing up with matching funds. After dinner I would go to the soda stand and get a wood crate and start earning 10 cents a case for returning empties.It was the annual picnic and it was "game on" No bottle was safe whether it were in the wood line,behind a bush or the floorboard of an unlocked car.
I remember standing and staring at some people waiting for them to finish that last drink of soda so I could ask them for the bottle. Some were annoyed at my tactics but more often than not they were courteous. Occasionally (especially if they were trying to impress relatives they hadn't seen in a while) they would see me sweating and give me a dime for a soda. Had I been a little smarter I could have drenched my shirt with water and capitalized on the situation. But I was just a stupid little kid and life was fine,especially that day.
Looking back,the majority of the coins were silver then.The beer and soda stand, the poker stand and the bingo stand all had people working there with nail aprons full of them. And the beer stand was the best place for some of them to get lost because it had sawdust covering the ground and it was a huge area.
I also recall cleaning up the ground the next day. We would gather enough Of those balsa wood airplane parts to assemble a squadron of fighters. We would have rained Holy terror on those wealthy kids from the dinner line had they been poor enough to be part of the clean-up. I would find a few coins as the day progressed,but I really wasn't smart enough till a couple years later to go after the mother load.
I know,and can clearly verify,I was getting a little smarter,as my 4th grade report card clearly reflects that I was going to the 5th grade with high standings of four Fs and one D on my resume.(My memory's sharper than your Honor Roll student)
It wouldn't be till a couple years later that my Brother and I would be brave enough and smart enough to venture up to that beer stand on our parish mission.No one else would be there. No nail aprons full of coins to torture us. No parishioners to ease our pain ("Give that kid a beer,one won't hurt him,hell look at me") So we start sifting through the sawdust with our grubby little hands and couldn't believe the amount of coins we were plucking out of there. It wasn't long before we had hands full and had to make a tough decision. The pinball machine at the closest tavern or My Aunt and Uncle's tavern right down the road. I don't recall in which order we went but we had a great day.
I wasn't smart enough to take a piece of quarter inch screen material up there and clean that place out and didn't really give it much though as there were other ways to enrich myself. Metal detectors were not even considered at the time as the only ones I remember were advertised in a discarded magazine or comic book. I never thought I would be rich enough to own one of those thing and knew I would not be smart enough to operate it if I did.
The idea of retrieving those coins did not become an issue again till after I returned from the Service at the beginning of 1977. It wasn't the first topic of discussion but it did raise it's ugly little head on occasion. While my Brother and I were off volunteering our Service,some enterprising young men got out of Spaceships I guess, and supposedly cleaned the place out.
Not that I blame them. They weren't local so I guess they felt the need to ask. Had they been familiar with the area they would have known we were a pretty loose crew. Anything short of falling asleep on the track causing someone to have to remove you before the afternoon train went through was pretty much cool. If they asked permission to make themselves feel better they did it at the expense of my me and my brother as we were devastated when we found out. No one other than us seemed to mind. They split the dollar amount with the parish and it was proudly announced at a Sunday service. Probably much to the relief of at least a couple parishioners looking for an excuse to reduce their donation for the week.
So the mother load of coins were apparently gone. We would talk about it many times. Those rotten scoundrels with their funny machines got the goods. And us stupid people that didn't take advantage of the situation were left crying in our beer. How could they do it? What would posses them to do such a thing? But we always got to the point of stating how we really felt. We never could talk about it without laughing and coming to the conclusion we would have done the same thing.
So not long ago I decided to revisit the area.I was sure it was well searched by various detectors since my last visit,if you can call it that years ago. I found myself standing in that beer stand looking at the Church.,the kitchen,the poker and bingo stands. The religion,the food,the booze,the gambling,all things worthy of a permanent structure. There was no smell of fried chicken and kettle beef coming from the kitchen. I would have to rely on the pack of cheese crackers in my jacket pocket and unless i would find a sharp object with my detector I would not try to open them and hurt my back again. There were no ice cold bottles of soda floating in ice water in a stock tank. Just a green plastic bottle of liquid in my jacket pocket that I don't believe is allowed to be called soda.
I decide to detect what is left of the sawdust where I was standing. I might as well have just used my hand as my detector was not making a sound. And I was so proud of myself for remembering to put the batteries in. This place was picked clean. I even tried removing inches of sawdust to get extra depth. I tried all metal mode and came to the realization that those cheese crackers were probably going back in the munchie jar at home.
I ventured out to the open areas and could tell more than one sinner passed this way. No one could have laid down that much gravel by themselves. How could anyone do that? I was getting nowhere and knew if something didn't happen soon I would have to take a drink out of that green bottle. And perhaps turn my detector on,But I checked and I was okay on that so it wasn't a complete mistake passing me on to the 5th grade.
Having no luck I decided to check a treeline and swing the coil under a foot of leaves. I was getting hungry and thirsty and desperate.Then I got that sweet sound of a major hit.Could it be? Is my coil too close to my steel toe boots? I take a step back and Geez, It's still ringing. Could this be that silver I am after? I'm not asking for much. Just one thin dime. A Rosie will do. Anything to take me back to my stupid glory days.
I kick the leaves out of the way and start digging.There it was,shining,roundness in the hole,sticking out of the dirt. It was the tip of a spoon,a complete spoon,a coin silver spoon from the early 1800's. Fifty bucks worth of melt value. No little thin dime but a fairly large hunk of silver.
A stupid lousy spoon that does no good in fulfilling my mission. A nice find to be appreciated at a later date. And who cares where it came from! Whether it fell out of aunt Tillie's potato salad or the mouth of those wealthy kids we really don't give a flying frisbee do we? Not today folks,not today.
I make a return trip and have a feeling that his time it is going to happen. Just one coin,that's all I'm asking.I decide to detect where I recall one temporary stand being and I get a faint signal. I know not to get too excited especially after my last failed mission. I'm sure some of the better detectors have been over this area. Detectors a lot smarter than any old coin or me. But I'm too stupid to be detecting on that manicured rental lot back in the city and find myself here today.
I start to dig and those sweet memories are coming back. I can hear that familiar phrase associated with me on several occasions . Today it's going to happen. My detector is listening,I'm listening. I dig the signal and out comes a silver coin. Those jolly farmers and mine workers from the tavern really did know their stuff when they so eloquently put it. "Give that stupid kid a stupid quarter so he shuts up"
If ya’all don’t cut this faggotry out and go back to your usual faggotry imma have to let our own gimp of unknown number of chromosomes out to dickslap some fools!
A1J04 won’t be gentle if he has to put on fresh depends and take a break from eating glue paste
A1J04 won’t be gentle if he has to put on fresh depends and take a break from eating glue paste
