Mostly stories about humorous or interesting things that have happened to me.
No, I didn’t spell that wrong. It’s an acronym that stands for Long Island Iced Tea. A more accurate title would be Let’s NOT Get LIIT Ever Again! Tanya, from The Incurable Dreamer, recently made a comment on one of my posts that mentioned LIIT, and that got me thinking about a good story. I can already hear you thinking, “What did you do Ari?” I can’t blame you for that. Usually I am the one front and center (read guilty) in…
Don’t you hate it when someone reposts an old post? Yeah, me too. Oh, guess what? I’m reposting an old post. You hate me now don’t you? Well, Slightly Dickish, isn’t in my tag line as filler. I originally posted this story as a note on my Facebook page before I started this blog. Then after I started this blog I was like “What the hell do I post now?” So I copied some of my FB notes and published them here as…
This is really a retarded story. I don’t know why I am telling it. It’s just been stuck in my head this week because something (I think it might be the below commercial) reminded me of it. I was around 9 or so and in this particular case (there were others) my forbidden item was not quite as destructive as the ones in this commercial. They were a pair of moccasins, or what my child brain considered to be moccasins. Pictures might…
You ever have a story you wanted to tell but were afraid it would hurt the feeling of some of the ones involved? Yea, this is one of those. I’ve wanted to tell this story for a while, but the others involved know about my blog and could potentially read this. I’ve decided to tell it anyway and hope feelings aren’t hurt too much. I will change names to protect the guilty. Except for my dog. He can’t read and…
Recently my friend Christopher Waldrop wrote a post on his blog where he made a funny quip about being pulled over for driving under the influenza. I told him in the comment section that if he told me that story, I would reciprocate with a story about the time I got arrested for walking under the influence. Turns out he was just kidding. I, on the other hand, was not. So I am going to make him come to my…
I spent the last weekend on an Appalachian Trail backpacking trip with my hiking partner, Sawyer, The Trail Wonder Dog. While we were lying in our two man one man/one dog tent in the dead of the night, all alone in the wilderness, I remembered a story about the time I went camping a few years ago with my sons and thought it would be a good blog topic. Then I got slightly distracted when I heard about 42 coyotes (not even sure they…
OK, it’s not really a 100 years old. It’s only 14 years old. What in the hell am I talking about? Why it’s this one can of beer I’ve had in my fridge that whole time. I’m sure a few questions leap to mind. Why do you have a 14 year old beer in your fridge? Why do you call it a 100 year old beer? What do you plan to do with this can of beer? Are you retarded…
When I was a teen and first heard “Little Red Corvette” on the radio I thought the words were “Live and Collect”. You know, like the girl in the song was living and collecting guys as she went along? There was no internet or Sound Hound to look up the lyrics back then. Music videos hadn’t even come on the scene yet. I didn’t buy the cassette; I just taped it off the radio like all my other allowance challenged…
All you women asked for them, all us men bought them for you in December of 1988. As promised in an earlier post, this is my story about the Epilady. I’m betting it is quite similar to many others. Sometime in the fall of ’88 the below commercial was constantly on TV. I’m sure it would have been on You Tube videos and banner ads if there had been an Interweb back then, but it was just TV. Take a look….
So we were headed to the Blue Ridge Mountains for Memorial Day weekend. Michele only had to work half a day Friday and we thought we would be getting a jump on the traffic. Wrong! We reached the HRBT (Hampton Roads Bridge Tunnel), or tried to reach it. About six miles before it there was dead stop traffic. We were in my truck with the two dogs. I had lowered the back seat so that there was just cargo space in…