Your mantra reminded me of Beavis's analysis that he could probably live without scoring, as long as he had a chair, a TV, and a beer. Indeed, trading your list in for Beavis's would be a significant upgrade.

i'm with Beavis.
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i love poop.

This story has a hint of homo-ness about it if you ask me. What the hell would a hippie want with a 14 year old boy and why would he want to get him doped up? Add in the running around naked in the rain and you have a tale approaching full flaming gaiety.

Sorry, but that's my analysis.

There was a movie in the 80's called "Loose Shoes". It was a series of "movie trailers" strung together.
One of the sketches was "Darktown After Dark", where a Cab Calloway style jazz group performed a song called "Tight Pussy, Loose Shoes, and a Warm Place to Shit." The video is findable on YouTube.
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You have the right to remain Silent but Deadly....

And what would you know, CEP, about what a hippie would want? One can't hunker down during the 60s in the school's ROTC building and then expect to know anything about what happened at Woodstock. Go stick a flower in your gun barrel, or better, just suck it.

Robocrap! Went to the video. Was very funny! Have to find the movie. Anybody that liked Minnie the Moocher, from the Blues Brothers will enjoy this.

CEP... Friendship is difficult to explain. In an age where people use other people for networking, job advancement, sexual conquest, political gain, upward mobility, etc. (and call it friendship!) Friendship, for the sake of friendship, perhaps even the concept of friendship, a is a waste of time. (how incredibly sad)

Logjam! What can I say... Thank you.

Logjam, I was 7 when Woodstock happened so I really don't recall it. Gargle me.

I was fourteen . . . Wanna smoke a joint? . . . we'll step behind a bush . . . he told me about his broken old mail truck. Soon we were standing in front of it . . .

Good story and no criticism intended but I wondered at first too whether this would end in poop.

That`s a new one - synchronised hippy shitting. Could be a sport for the next Olympics.

I missed Woodstock, I was busy in other parts of the world when the music played
in the cow pasture. I was back in Tokyo
when the event occurred but I had been sating my travel-lust by visiting places with musical sounding names. Names like Camron Bay, Tan Son Nhat, Da Nang, Pleiku, Luzon.

I had a young friend who wanted to attend but he was busy trying to learn how to safely catch incoming artillery shells. He caught one nine days after Woodstock. He was in a place with a musical sounding name, Quang Tri, Vietnam He was twenty years old. He did not catch it safely. He was buried in a closed casket.

Squat.......I love your definition of friendship. I attended college when I was already in my mid-thirties. Most of my
friends were much younger than I was.
We smoked lots of weed and on many occasions ran around naked in the summer
rain.

Many of my younger friends were
veterans of Vietnam and they celebrated
life as only those who have looked death in the face can do. There were no undertones
of homosexuality in our nude romps CEP.
We get together on occasion to reminisce
and the fun of the nude romps with a bottle of Dr. Broner's Peppermint Castile
always comes up.

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Eat chilies and feel the burn!!

That was a surprisingly touching ending to the story...

A burnt valve causes an engine to smoke not shake and jeep parts are by no means cheap. Other than that it was a great story. PEACE

The dog shitting razor blades is from a recent song. Blue October is the band I believe. This story is bogus and ridiculous.

Dear anonymous coward. The term "like a dog shitting razor blades" is an American folk saying that has been around for years
and years. The fact that Blue October ,whoever the fuck they are, used it in one of their songs does not make it theirs. Oh,by the way, your opinion is both bogus and ridiculous.

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Eat chilies and feel the burn!!

Yeah, you heard the Chief. If they want a phrase of their own, how 'bout "like a dog shitting a Norelco Smart Touch-XL electric razor." I'm sure that's not taken.

There was some gayness, but I can't quite put my finger up it.

Chief Thunderbutt, I appreciate your service and the service of your friends. I do not believe there is any "gayness" in this story, but heck, if there was, why should anyone care or criticize.
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Piece Out!
Crapola
The newly minted Mrs. Scat-O-Logical

Crapola.....Thank you so much for your kind comment, many people in this wonderful country really need to come to grips with their homophobia.

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Eat chilies and feel the burn!!

My dog shits peach pits naked in the rain. I've had too drink to much, but phomohobia sounds like an acid trip gone south. There may be a pun in there, but I'm damn tell to drunk, occifer.

AC, can you tell me (to the nearest 100) how many standing eight counts you've taken in your life?

Phomohobia.........The irrational fear of having your cell-phone stolen by a hobo while you are tripping on shrooms.

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Eat chilies and feel the burn!!

I like that toast I am taking notes here.
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The Thunderous Crapper 63 Enjoying home toilet advantage since 2004!

"tight pussy, loose shoes, and a warm place to shit." = welcome and respect the comforts of life

That phrase became widely known when it was incorporated into a racial slur overheard being said by the Secretary of Agriculture under Nixon. None other than Earl Butz. He lost his job over it.

Howcomes I allus gits tight shoes, loose pussy, and pants fulla shit? Ah'm frum Arkansas, an' Ah'm murried to muh cuzzin.

cool story!

wow that was a pretty damn good story.I'm going to remember though's 3 thing's now it's pretty true XD =P

Thank you, Mr. Fonix For giving me your first post. No longer a poop report vergin. (was it good for you too?) Don't be shy. Write one yourself. (yes I know vergin is misspelled) (NOT if you are into phonics!)

Just curious, how old was the hippie? Obviously old enough to own the truck.

personally, i find that a nice cold shit to be quite enjoyable, like a shit in the snow. too much poo related info? well, thats what this site is for.

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The shit that needs a new toilet itself will be called...EPIC

I find that Jeep parts are readily available and cheap. Cheap by my standards, I guess. I've always wanted a mail truck :) I've got a 1948 CJ2A I'm kind of restoring.

I'm a mechanic, so my boys on the line are going to love these lines I get from stories like these :) Razor blades, loose shoes, and AIDS. (could be a new 3 thing list lol)

Maybe, a little bit of "As happy as a fag after penicillin and before AIDS."

A brother mechanic! The family joke is that I cut my teeth on a greasy wrench. I was 12 when Grandpa towed in a broke down, blown old car. "Fix it and it's yours." This was more exciting than all my Christmases and birthdays combined. A few months later the car (an English Ford Anglia) was beautiful, inside and out, and running like a sewing machine. Grandpa made a few calculations about parts expenditures, and made me an offer on the car. The next day he drove her to work, and was late getting home. Did he break down? Nope! He came home riding in a wrecker, another, newer, broken down car. "Fix it. and it's yours."

lol, he wanted to get a newer model off you, eh?

I've got to stop getting cars to fix x_x I'm known for impulse buys, and now I have 6 trucks and 1 sickle.