I LIKE being a Troll...

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Stuck in Madison County?

 

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Bored?

 

[Wildcard Ky]

Once upon a time, the Air Force tried to move me to Marquette. Three words for you:

TOO FUCKING COLD

 

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Nah...Washtenaw.

(the Big Mac is an UNcovered bridge)

ZEE bridges! zee bridges!!!

"Z" bridges? Yeah I've seen them. There's an "S" shaped bridge near Cambridge, OH. Better than that though, is the "Y" bridge in Zanesville.

 

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well I wuz...but then found I can still entertain myself.

Too often my recourse.

If you really want something to do, illustrate "Do You Still Love Me?". It's in the link in my sig.

Go ahead. I dare ya.

 

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[Wildcard Ky]

It gets warm there? I'll be damned, you learn something new everyday.

I'm sure it's a lovely place in the summer. I just got a really bad first impression of it. I had been stationed in Phoenix for over three years, and they sent me up there in mid January. It was a rude awakening. My body was climatized for the desert. Going up there in January was a shock to my system. When I arrived at the base, the gate guard was laughing at me because all I had was a light weight field jacket. He looked at my orders and saw that I had just arrived from Phoenix and he laughed even harder. He told me to go to supply and get arctic gear and mucklucks. I had never heard of anything as ridiculous sounding as a muckluck, surely he must be pulling my leg.

After 3+ years in the desert, I found myself on a flightline the next day on top of a B-52 at 1:00 in the afternoon with a true air temp of -19 deg. I was wearing so many clothes that I couldn't move, and I was still freezing. Jumping off the plane head first seemed like an attractive option at the time.

I made some phone calls, called in some favors, and had a set of orders to Arkansas by the end of the week. I stayed in Marquette from mid Jan until the end of Feb.

There was another term that I learned while I was there besides "muckluck"........Oscoda snow pig. LOL, they were just that.

 

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no, not that kind of Troll. I live in Michigan...in the LOWER Pennisula...so consequently I live "under" THE bridge (The Mackinac Bridge)..making me a "Troll"

I was born in St. Ignace. I'm related to half the folks in Mackinac County. We'll keep what's above the bridge and you can have the mitten.

Hello troll!

 

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Dranoel,
hmmm...good story...tricky to illustrate. I must ponder this.

funny. at firts I expected Rachel to dosome halloween make-up thing to pretend to BE Susan an dhelp him through this.

I'd LIKE to be able to convey the "transfer" ...but not sure I can make it read properly.

I have a photoshoot tomorrow at 10...maybe i can give it ashot in the afternoon?

Dude, I wouldn't even recomend trying. I can't even imagine what part you COULD illustrate. I just wanted to give you something to bake your cookie.

Glad you liked the story, though.

You did vote and comment, didn't you?

 

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A lot of inbreeding up there, eh?
I'm keeping the WHOLE thing, thanks...tops and bottom! it's all one state as far as I'm concerned...i love it all. (not so much the black flies)

BWAH!

Hey - all the Gustafsons are related!

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

Of course being a trowel would be alright too if you were mere mortar.

(then I could lay you)

If you were a TOWEL, or maybe just held one in your other hand (the one other than the one holding the trowel) you could clean up after yourself, assuming you were a VERY big towel. Of course, if your were a TROWEL, at least a tradtionally configured model, you'd have no hands and could only hold mortar, which might piss off all the pestles--and nobody wants pissed off pestles.

Rumple Foreskin

 

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