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tangerinegreen555

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The story is long and tedious, but the high points are
1) me high as an astronaut's boner on C99 extract
2) a grilled turkey leg with the approximate texture and resilience of a tire belt
3) the gastric kick taking me hard
4) me bent into a 55-gallon trash drum trying mightily to puke
5) while straddling a show-ho who was barely conscious and even more barely dressed (I noticed with a sort of clinical detachment that I could see her genitalia when the thong (a coupla sizes too large) shifted to this side or that).

I horrified the folks with me that day. Since then I chew my food better and avoid max-tensile poultry.
I think the moral of that story is fuck turkey legs.

My Italian grandma invited me over to dinner in the early '80's one day.

So I'm expecting ravioli or lasagna or at least spaghetti.

But no, it was turkey legs.

Last time I ate one. At Thanksgiving dinners, I scrape the meat off them and treat the dog.
 

WeedFreak78

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It's so hot out my electric grinder keeps overheating and shutting down, the grease in my Sawzall is liquifying and running out and I caught my old circular saw on fire when I tried using it with an abrasive wheel. Not having a good day. I just scarfed down a big piece of lasagna, so I'm not going out in that shit until it settles. Dairy and working in 90+temps don't go well together, in my experience. Kinda like turkey and C99, I guess.
 

Singlemalt

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I think the moral of that story is fuck turkey legs.

My Italian grandma invited me over to dinner in the early '80's one day.

So I'm expecting ravioli or lasagna or at least spaghetti.

But no, it was turkey legs.

Last time I ate one. At Thanksgiving dinners, I scrape the meat off them and treat the dog.
Jr and Sr year of high school we'd get fucked up and cruise to Hollywood Fri or Sat nite a few times per month. 1st stop was State Market where we'd each get a turkey leg and liter bottle of coca cola each, then on to the Psychedelic Supermarket; a giant head shop with rooms of black lights and posters. Huge attraction always packed. State market was about 25-30 min from home, so one nite we dropped some LSD and went cruising. By the time we got the turkey legs in hand we started coming on and were totally grossed out from the legs. Wierd acid visions of them. So grossed we wouldn't even drink our cokes. There were 4 of us and at least up til 5 yrs ago none of us would touch a turkey leg.
 

SSGrower

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I finished researching and cataloging over 300 coins for my dad. I bought little coin pouches and made a spreadsheet that referenced their locations so he could quickly find any coin he’s looking for. I didn’t find anything rare or valuable and there were a lot of duplicates, so it wasn’t as bad as I initially thought it would be. Took a little over two weeks doing about an hour per day.

I saw my parents last night and gave dad his coins back. He thumbed through the binder a bit then said why don’t you keep it. :shock: Lol really wish he would have said that in the first place. I would have left them in the box.
It was a test. The question or answer I do not know.
 
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