Rockindeano wrote:G.I.Jim wrote:Rockindeano wrote:RossValoryRocks wrote:Rockindeano wrote:RossValoryRocks wrote:I don't have any specific event...I try and be there and give of my time/money/shoulder or what have you when my friends need me.
When you flew cross country to be here for my son's funeral without even thinking twice about it...that spoke volumes to me about your character.
I will always remember that my friend. You are a 1st class person who I am proud to call 'friend.'
And I feel the same. I know we go round and round, but in the end I know who I want spraying Liquid Ass at whatever shin-dig I am at!

In all seriousness, I had to be there, you and Lula are to very important people to me, and I would have hated myself if I would have let you down.
Just for the record, you do know we are no longer together, right?
I am definitely(correct spelling you gargoyle dumbfucker)

, I am doing a PGH trip this year. I have to visit Consol Center to see possibly the sportsman of the year, Sidney Crosby. Maybe we can do a Stanley Cup final game when the Canucks play the Penguins?
In all seriousness, it's too bad athletes can't all be like Crosby. 23 years old, well spoken, intelligent, responsible, articulate, respected and respectful- I am sort of steering my 3 yr old son, Wyatt, into a giant Sidney fan. What a tremendous kid Sid is.
You NEED to get your ass somewhere close to S.C. this year, and I'll meet you somewhere, or you are welcome to come here! I'd love to hang out with your liberal ass!

Was there three years ago. Went to visit Granny in Charleston. Remember her? I miss her. I should try to get her back on here again. Anyway, I LOVED that place. Historic, quaint little town. Very friendly folk; at least the ones who weren't wearing white sheets on their domes. The biggest problem I had was getting there. Southwest doesn't land a bird withing the state lines of SC. My adventure was a circuitous, unique one:
I scheduled a trip to SC, via Florida and returned via Baltimore, MD.(Shithole. The American Bosnia. Babyblue, Bosnia is a war torn country....ah, nevermind).
I flew from LAX to Tampa, Florida where Angela(Ratgirl), remember her ass? She picked me up and we went to a pizza joint where I drank the place dry. Miss her, great gal. Maybe I will drunk dial her tonight, who knows? Anyway, I stayed at her crib that night, and was scheduled to leave the next morning on the Silver Meteor to North Charleston, NC, from Tampa. Well, Angie and I were toling atround and we ended up going to get traveling goodies at a Wal mart I think it was, and I ended up getting a twelver of cheap beer(warm), and a Penthouse Forum
Letters. We found a station closer to her house and I got on the Meteor at Winter Haven instead of Tampa. The story unfolds rapidly from here....hahahaha
After the 1st stop of Lakeland, FL, I cracked th first can of beer. See, North Charleston was 8 hours away and I was drinking 35 minutes into the journey. Oh oh. I remember this beautiful long legged brunette who gave me a real good stuiffy. She had those wholesome southern warm good looks, very natural looking, and soon, we were boozing it up in the lounge car, counting off the mileposts at 70 mph. By the the time Tampa came and went, I had the twelve pack half empty. An hour and a half later, Orlando came and the 12 pack was history. We had a 30 minute servicing stop, so her and I(Shannon was her name), hopped off and dashed across the busy street to a supermarket and picked up 2 more twelvers. Back abord and rolling, I was getting pretty loose. I broke out my reading material and showed it to her. To my drunken surprise, she wasn't freaked out at all. In fact, I read her a story(mind you, I was back in my room now, and not in the crowded lounge where every passenger could see me, the beer and the porn rag). I was visibly aroused to say the least. I was with Lula at the time, so I didn't cheat on her, but God I could have...Dammit. Anyhow, we got off to stretch our legs at Winter Park, FL(great little town....am I right Lynn, Melissa?) I bought her an ice cream cone trackside and we were back on the move.Shortly after we departed Winter Park, the train jolted hard, and came to an abrupt stop. I knew what had happened. We t-boned a car; a pickup to be exact, at a road crossing doing 79 mph. The driver somehow got out in time and wasn't hit. We endured a 90 minute delay, which ultimately meant more beer time

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Shannon however, decided to take a little nap..in my room! Fuck! I had this hot southern Belle in my room, asleep, and I couldn't do anything because of Llula....Hmm. I left her there and headed for some grub in the dining car. I mowed down a chicken sandwich, a salad, and another beer. I was now well over 15 beers and we weren't even to the Georgia border! I believe I saw Jacksonville and it's fair city when I cracked open the last of the 1st 12 pack we bought at Orlando. We finally passed into the peach stateand came into a shit torn butt muddy town of Jesup. The place looked like the Civil War was fought there and ended about three days earlier. Every "house" was mangled, boarded up, and stores were either closed or delapidated. Thank God the stop was over in 30 seconds and we were off to beautiful Savannah, GA. (I wanted to note to every reader of this story, that I lost count of all the Stars and Bars flags I saw flying from all these fuckin' red necks' houses along the right of way). I continued to read 'Letters' and the story I recall reading was about buttfucking...it was classic material. I had to rub one out but she was sleeping 2 feet from me! I ventured down the hall to the shitter and uncorked some southern sperm into the Amtrak toilet. I remember the fucking day! Why on Earth am I even telling this story?
I remember the station stop in Camden, SC, and the conductor was having a hard time finding a passenger with the name, Shannon 'something or another.' I notified the attendant that she was hammered and passed out in my room. He laughed out loud and high fived me! This guy was all about scoring trim on his trips. He would later tell me a couple golden stories he encountered aboard the Silver Star and Silve Meteor. This guy was nailing fish tacos every other trip. He had regular women who would travel short distances on the train just to have sex with him!...He had his scheduled meat wallet every week it seemed. So anyway, Shannon detrained and I was on my own now. I read an entire book on jeff Gordon in 2 hours...he is a nutty fucker who has a nice track record of hitting some nice vags...Brooke Shields comes to mind.
I do recall not having any vicodins or percs on this train leg of the trip...I used them all up on the fuckin plane from LAX-HOU-TAM. I hate flying, so the vikes came in handy. Man, flying sucks. There is absolutely nothing good at all about it, except that many women who fly often dress in business attire and that turns Mr Johnson into a tent pole. Something about a woman in a skirt and heels that gets me...and the sound those shoes make almost has me creaming the 501's without any assistance from Rosy Palm. But I was on a fuckin train, and while the class of passengers is far higher than Greyhound and those slumming bastards, who smoke pot out of dented Coke cans enroute and on the damned bus, Amtrak has a fairly nice status of people on it's trains, but sadly, no business women on the Miami to New York route.
Charleston, SC is about two hours away and all the beer was in the trash receptical. I had to venture down to the lounge car and make a slection of over priced alcoholic beverages. I decided on a couple Miller Lites, and a few small bottles of Jaegermeister. I was going to be a fucking mess when I detrained in N Charleston tonight at 930PM....if I actually made it there....what?
It was about 700P, and I was getting hungry. So I had a 715P dinner reservation. They made the announcement and I headed up to the dining car. On the train, they use community seating, meaning you sit with other passengers. I was seated with an Australian couple. These funny talking fuckers had me internally cracking up. Yes, I knew Andrew at this time and kept picturing him when this lovely, charming couple spoke. They swore a lot, and this was in a crowded rolling restaraunt! I remember them holding their forks, upside dpown. I wondered if this had anything to do with "down under?" Oh well. They drank booze at dinner, a bottle of wine to be exact, and they of course offered me some. Not having an ounce of class, I drank way more than my approprisatre share, ensuring that I got my fills worth

They ordered another bottle and then another. I drink so much goddamned wine, that I threw up under the table, in a car full of eating passengers! I was so embarrassed, I scurried the Hell out of there and 3 cars down to my room. I managed to throw a couple of ten dollar bills onto the table for a tip though(good tipping customer

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Finally, in about 30 minutes, they made the announcement for North Charleston, SC. I could hardly walk. The female sleeping car attendant had to help me pack my shit up, as I was too drunk to do so....she even packed up my Penthouse...I was embarrassed all to hell
Now, in conclusion(hold your applause please)....train 98 slows to a stop in beautiful north Charleston, SC. Why North Charleston you say? I don't know, that's where the railroad built it's station....anyway, I stumble down the stairs getting off, face planting myself into the platform concrete. The Amtrak employees were shitting themselves because that could have been a lawsuit easily. I shrugged it off, and told them I was drunk, it was my fault and I wasn't the litigous type. We all had a laugh about it, until a loud vocal scream was heard, right in front of the station entrance. Two black guys were duking it out in front of a large contingent of passengers, I'd say about 50 or so. it was frightening. Now remember I tiold you this was Amtrak and not Greyhound, and the clientele was far superior favouring the train? And remember I kept telling you this was North Charleston, and not just Charleston? Well, North Charleston is on the wrong side of the tracks, literally, and it looked to be the Oakland, CA of the South. Granny, and her husband Norm, helped me with my carry on, and we headed to the baggage car to retrieve my large bag. I quickly downed the last Jaegermeister sample bottle right there on the platform, in front of everyone. I was a complete mess. I do not remember the trip home to Granny's(30 minute car trip), and woke up the next morning with puke breath and shit stained underwear. LOL, a quite adventurous trip to say the least. The next leg, from North Charleston to Alexandria to meet up with AR, Duke22, DCVader, donnaplease, Chucky and ugly assed Pam(SunshineTwatlight)

....maybe I shouldn't write that travelogue on here, unless you want to hear it too>
Very cool story, but you fucked up the last bit! I live an hour / hour and a half north of Charleston, and I live in Columbia. Camden is another 25 minutes north of me! You didn't reach Camden without going right through Columbia (or Darlington). I'm sure it was just the booze, but t was still a great story!
