Colt Blackwood
Mouseketeer
- Joined
- Feb 23, 2010
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- 113
Part 1: Have I got a story to tell you!
Hello there. Im new round here but was told to come here by my new boss. I have a little story to share.
Did a little winter time stint in the Walt Disney World here a spell back and had quite the time. Not all of it good.
Turns out, I aint that good at riding on an airplane. Or riding on roller coasters. Or eating half cooked, giant legs of turkey. Fact is, I aint much good at most things when it comes to leaving the ranch.
I grew up a country bumpkin and I dont mind telling anyone that fact. I hope I die a country bumpkin.
I had a couple of hiccups growing up. First, I was recruited in the 80s from my hometown to play high school football in the big city. My family basically gave me up to live with an assistant coach in another town. Needless to say, I ended up playing 6 years of high school ball (2 at my hometown school and 4 at the new one) until I was found out at the age of 20. Never did graduate. Got gyped on that one.
Why do I mention this? Easy, cause it segues nicely into my first marriage of my high school sweetheart who was 16 at the time. You see where this is going?
We got married in high school as I was the big ol football star and she was the rich prom queen. Well, after I was found out by the athletic department, shortly after marriage, I was given the heave ho by the assistant coach and forced to work for my father in law.
You see, he gave me a job at his farm and ranch store selling fertilizer, seed and whatnot. It was a good job. Until I caught my wife with another man at the Mid Town dance saloon.
Well, I left her but somehow, it all ended up being my fault. My ex father in law, and boss, ended up financing both us of to get divorced and we used his old coffee buddy, the lawyer. After that I basically became a slave to the farm and ranch store fixing lawnmowers and selling donkey feed and so on to pay him back. At one point, I lived in the back storage shed when it wasn't full of inventory. When that happened, I stayed at friends or under an old wooden bridge south of town.
Long story short, I found me another woman. A good one. Had a couple of beautiful critters with her. Then saved and scrapped and worked odd jobs and went to The Walt Disney World last month.
Am I doing this right?
Hello there. Im new round here but was told to come here by my new boss. I have a little story to share.
Did a little winter time stint in the Walt Disney World here a spell back and had quite the time. Not all of it good.
Turns out, I aint that good at riding on an airplane. Or riding on roller coasters. Or eating half cooked, giant legs of turkey. Fact is, I aint much good at most things when it comes to leaving the ranch.
I grew up a country bumpkin and I dont mind telling anyone that fact. I hope I die a country bumpkin.
I had a couple of hiccups growing up. First, I was recruited in the 80s from my hometown to play high school football in the big city. My family basically gave me up to live with an assistant coach in another town. Needless to say, I ended up playing 6 years of high school ball (2 at my hometown school and 4 at the new one) until I was found out at the age of 20. Never did graduate. Got gyped on that one.
Why do I mention this? Easy, cause it segues nicely into my first marriage of my high school sweetheart who was 16 at the time. You see where this is going?
We got married in high school as I was the big ol football star and she was the rich prom queen. Well, after I was found out by the athletic department, shortly after marriage, I was given the heave ho by the assistant coach and forced to work for my father in law.
You see, he gave me a job at his farm and ranch store selling fertilizer, seed and whatnot. It was a good job. Until I caught my wife with another man at the Mid Town dance saloon.
Well, I left her but somehow, it all ended up being my fault. My ex father in law, and boss, ended up financing both us of to get divorced and we used his old coffee buddy, the lawyer. After that I basically became a slave to the farm and ranch store fixing lawnmowers and selling donkey feed and so on to pay him back. At one point, I lived in the back storage shed when it wasn't full of inventory. When that happened, I stayed at friends or under an old wooden bridge south of town.
Long story short, I found me another woman. A good one. Had a couple of beautiful critters with her. Then saved and scrapped and worked odd jobs and went to The Walt Disney World last month.
Am I doing this right?