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Biscuit, I told you hard work and clean living would pay off.

Funny(ish) story. I was in Auburn, AL for a conference. Family went along for the ride, and Friday morning, I planned to run while they slept in. The rain gods decided to intervene, so I crushed some free conference breakfast and then headed to Walmart for a couple of items.

In the parking lot, I saw a dude in a camo jacket and cap scuttling through the rain, and I knew immediately he was looking for .22 LR. Sure enough, he was at the sporting goods counter when I got back there.

Turns out the dude was slightly nuts. Off kilter. Where I grew up, we'd politely say, "touched in the head" or just simply "he ain't right." Unfortunately, he liked to talk, and while we waited for a clerk, the random flow of topics abounded. I was mostly going with the nod and smile tactic. I stayed put though because I was second in line, the display case held multiple bricks, and he told me up front he only wanted three of them.

At one point, he confessed he'd been shot and that he'd shot people. He then wondered aloud which is scarier. He got quiet for about thirty seconds, and then pronounced it's scarier to be shot. About that time, an older gentleman meandered up in search of .22 LR.

Anyway, there were nine bricks, and three of us got three apiece. Right time, right place.
 
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Funny(ish) story. I was in Auburn, AL for a conference. Family went along for the ride, and Friday morning, I planned to run while they slept in. The rain gods decided to intervene, so I crushed some free conference breakfast and then headed to Walmart for a couple of items.

In the parking lot, I saw a dude in a camo jacket and cap scuttling through the rain, and I knew immediately he was looking for .22 LR. Sure enough, he was at the sporting goods counter when I got back there.

Turns out the dude was slightly nuts. Off kilter. Where I grew up, we'd politely say, "touched in the head" or just simply "he ain't right." Unfortunately, he liked to talk, and while we waited for a clerk, the random flow of topics abounded. I was mostly going with the nod and smile tactic. I stayed put though because I was second in line, the display case held multiple bricks, and he told me up front he only wanted three of them.

At one point, he confessed he'd been shot and that he'd shot people. He then wondered aloud which is scarier. He got quiet for about thirty seconds, and then pronounced it's scarier to be shot. About that time, an older gentleman meandered up in search of .22 LR.

Anyway, there were nine bricks, and three of us got three apiece. Right time, right place.


Yep. He's teched.
 
WOtD... There may be more since im watching a movie about spelling bees LOL

floccinaucinihilipilification

floc·ci·nau·ci·ni·hil·i·pil·i·fi·ca·tion

noun

1. The action or habit of estimating something as worthless. (The word is used chiefly as a curiosity.).
 
Yeah, tomorrow would be better but that's a shop day. Today was it. We ended up at Hoosier Natl out by the Hickory Ridge fire tower.

I will show up eventually.... right now working on a pretty good buzz from a smoked porter from Apocalypse Brewery.
 
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis with an "es" on the end is also acceptable, in the plural form.
 
I don't get the doge meme. I usually don't get most meme's they are pretty stupid to me. But that is just me.

Also I don't understand 8 hours fishing when the fish obviously aren't biting and it's fricking 39 degrees out.
 
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