Paul
Elite Explorer
- Joined
- August 18, 1999
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- City, State
- Grit City, Washington
- Year, Model & Trim Level
- '94 “Sport”
"PhOprah", Part Deux
Okay, I haven't even downloaded any photos yet, but feel compelled to comment on Saturday night's "PhOprah" invasion. . .
I don't know, maybe its just me (but we know its not...) I have no problem with people coming over to the campsite, introducing themselves, even having a drink or two, and conversing about our hobbies: four-wheeling, dirt bikes, quads, whatever. . .
Instead, the evening turns into "Her": I'm soooo much younger than him..., I've done a lot of 'Bad Girl' stuff that 'he' (husband) doesn't know about... , Blah, Blah, Pulling the "Mommy Card", Blah, Blah, and oh yeah, Honey, go ahead and thumb and index my junk in front of 6 guys who been drinking and you've JUST MET!!
Then, the descent into madness. . .
"Him": You walk into my shop, and I'm going to give you a math test - - if you don't score 80%, I won't even consider hiring you... WTF?
I guess they think they are such great parents that need to travel around the campsite, extolling their skills on those less qualified. . . "Uh, Phil, when's the last time we checked on the kids. . .?"
By the end of it, I was ready to pour battery acid in my ears, but like a slow train wreck, I felt I had to witness the carnage to the very end. . .
I'm getting all riled up just thinking about them - - Hey, have a beer, steal our heat, but keep the conversation centered on why we are there in the first place, not to recruit Swingers for your "Jack Sandwich" ! ! !
Rant Over, Paul OUT!
Paul
'91 Sport
P.S. Conspiracy Theory: "PhOprah" are covert agents of the ELF (Earth Liberation Front); they pretend to enjoy dirt bikes and camping, but their mission is to infiltrate normal folks enjoying nature and alienate them to such a degree that they never return to Tahuya! Remember, they said they go out there almost every weekend. . . Think about it. . .
Okay, I haven't even downloaded any photos yet, but feel compelled to comment on Saturday night's "PhOprah" invasion. . .
I don't know, maybe its just me (but we know its not...) I have no problem with people coming over to the campsite, introducing themselves, even having a drink or two, and conversing about our hobbies: four-wheeling, dirt bikes, quads, whatever. . .
Instead, the evening turns into "Her": I'm soooo much younger than him..., I've done a lot of 'Bad Girl' stuff that 'he' (husband) doesn't know about... , Blah, Blah, Pulling the "Mommy Card", Blah, Blah, and oh yeah, Honey, go ahead and thumb and index my junk in front of 6 guys who been drinking and you've JUST MET!!
Then, the descent into madness. . .
"Him": You walk into my shop, and I'm going to give you a math test - - if you don't score 80%, I won't even consider hiring you... WTF?
I guess they think they are such great parents that need to travel around the campsite, extolling their skills on those less qualified. . . "Uh, Phil, when's the last time we checked on the kids. . .?"
By the end of it, I was ready to pour battery acid in my ears, but like a slow train wreck, I felt I had to witness the carnage to the very end. . .
I'm getting all riled up just thinking about them - - Hey, have a beer, steal our heat, but keep the conversation centered on why we are there in the first place, not to recruit Swingers for your "Jack Sandwich" ! ! !
Rant Over, Paul OUT!
Paul
'91 Sport
P.S. Conspiracy Theory: "PhOprah" are covert agents of the ELF (Earth Liberation Front); they pretend to enjoy dirt bikes and camping, but their mission is to infiltrate normal folks enjoying nature and alienate them to such a degree that they never return to Tahuya! Remember, they said they go out there almost every weekend. . . Think about it. . .
But if the majority vote wants 'em, I'll post them tomorrow.
