Original19
Mouseketeer
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- Apr 21, 2005
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One thing I really appreciate about the podcast team is their wide reach and ability to connect with many different personalities. I would assume that most listeners are able to personally identify with each member of the team.
Using myself as an example of what I mean; I am an epicurean like Kevin and a graphic designer like Corey. I can be very opinionated like Pete and purposeful and organized like Julie. I also love my personal space and take pride in things I have worked hard to obtain... so, naturally, when John said he refers to his neighbor lady as "get off my lawn" I roared!
Let me briefly explain why I found this so amusing.
In my neighborhood it is not only popular but also fashionable to host bonfires (regardless of the fact that most lawns are no larger than one quarter acre). I have no problem with get-togethers and parties as long as party guests remain well behaved. This is never the case with my neighbor and his bonfire parties - which typically go well into the night.
These always seem go about the same way. Drinking begins promptly at 8:00 PM. People begin showing up between 8:30 and 9:00 PM. At some point the men will separate themselves from the herd and will congregate around someone's car. In many cases the hood will be raised and engine revving commences. Someone may leave to get more liquor. They'll get lost on the way back, call, and someone far less drunk will go to retrieve them.
Around midnight the party reaches a fever pitch. Now I feel I must point out that if you are a grown man or woman there is absolutely no reason to do a rebel yell every time someone throws another log on the fire.
Sometime between 1:00 and 3:00 AM one of the women will walk down the driveway, crying, flip-flops in hand. Her "man" will curse her, taunt her, and may even tell her she can go ahead and walk home to her Momma. About 10 seconds later he will be flat on his a-double-s with flip flop marks about his face and shoulders.
Somebody will threaten to call the police. All the men (and some of the women) will dare this person to do so stating they're not afraid of the police. Within five minutes these same people are diving into cars, basements, and shrubbery to avoid the approaching cop cars.
It's like Hee Haw on acid.
John, if the strangest thing my neighbor did was get her mail in full make up... let me assure you it would be a breath of fresh air.
Thanks for the awesome podcast!
Using myself as an example of what I mean; I am an epicurean like Kevin and a graphic designer like Corey. I can be very opinionated like Pete and purposeful and organized like Julie. I also love my personal space and take pride in things I have worked hard to obtain... so, naturally, when John said he refers to his neighbor lady as "get off my lawn" I roared!
Let me briefly explain why I found this so amusing.
In my neighborhood it is not only popular but also fashionable to host bonfires (regardless of the fact that most lawns are no larger than one quarter acre). I have no problem with get-togethers and parties as long as party guests remain well behaved. This is never the case with my neighbor and his bonfire parties - which typically go well into the night.
These always seem go about the same way. Drinking begins promptly at 8:00 PM. People begin showing up between 8:30 and 9:00 PM. At some point the men will separate themselves from the herd and will congregate around someone's car. In many cases the hood will be raised and engine revving commences. Someone may leave to get more liquor. They'll get lost on the way back, call, and someone far less drunk will go to retrieve them.
Around midnight the party reaches a fever pitch. Now I feel I must point out that if you are a grown man or woman there is absolutely no reason to do a rebel yell every time someone throws another log on the fire.
Sometime between 1:00 and 3:00 AM one of the women will walk down the driveway, crying, flip-flops in hand. Her "man" will curse her, taunt her, and may even tell her she can go ahead and walk home to her Momma. About 10 seconds later he will be flat on his a-double-s with flip flop marks about his face and shoulders.
Somebody will threaten to call the police. All the men (and some of the women) will dare this person to do so stating they're not afraid of the police. Within five minutes these same people are diving into cars, basements, and shrubbery to avoid the approaching cop cars.
It's like Hee Haw on acid.
John, if the strangest thing my neighbor did was get her mail in full make up... let me assure you it would be a breath of fresh air.
Thanks for the awesome podcast!
try something like this:
