On a Lighter Note Excellent BS Overheard

[pharmer]

Tuesday is usually lunch/pool with the fellers. Unfortunately, after 70 "usually" means "I might make it." Today, out of 5 "regulars" and 3 "irregulars", I was the only one without pain, Dr appointment, dentist, physical therapy, etc. So I ordered my usual lunch and watched 3 of the 50 TV's around the place. Only other folks there were 2 fellows, daydrinking and telling lies, each trying to be "topper." Now, when I'm knocking the balls around (I used to play pool half a century ago) I can ignore most anything going on around me unless you're loud enough. About an hour into the "story time" it turned to guns and my ears perked up. The absolute "topper of all time:" "I have a custom made 6.5 Creedmore rifle that I can shoot (insert any "Gunstore Commando hyperbole). At 1,400 yds the bullet drops 1/16" so I can hit anything inside of that!" I missed an easy shot on the 4 ball just then, marvelling at the skill level to accomplish such a feat. If'n BS was money we'd all be rich. Joe

 

[s&wchad]

Shoulda told him about the 50mm full-auto ghost gun you bought at a gun show!

 

[jeffrefrig]

Two things I miss about the bar life were pool shooting and bull shooting. Got a lot of legal info, too. That was the guys on probation or any other part of the system of law enforcement. One guy younger than me was in jungle warfare in Nam. And the beat goes on...

 

[lihpster]

I worked for a short time at a place where the employees would gather at lunch and compare and contrast their respective parole officers. Seems the one who did coke with his charges seemed to be the clear winner. I am so glad the job didn't last long.

 

[SMSgt]

Always bring your hip waders.

 

[GypsmJim]

When I worked, a bunch of us in the same department used to meet for lunch every Thursday at a local Italian restaurant.

When they closed down the place and relocated to freaking ** most everybody said **** and almost nobody moved to the new office.

Even at the peak, there was never any bull-shooting. We all worked together for 30+ years. We were not co-workers. We were a family. Haven't seen a company ever before or ever since where a bunch of employees worked together so well that the company prospered because of us.

Now the group continued, and a few from other departments joined up. Now, the wives came too.

Then, *** died, but his wife came anyway. Then, *** got sick and he didn't come any more. Then, ***'s wife died and he was lost as well.

Yada, yada. The group has not met in awhile.

Life goes on. Christmas cards keep coming, but the number decline every year.

 

[Rustyt1953]

The Four Yorkshiremen set the bar too high.

 

[Old 44 Guy]

Pharmer, Old but true saying. If BS was dollar bills that guy would be the richest man in the world.

 

[ladder13]

My new sig line covers the gamut.

 

[pharmer]

Two things I miss about the bar life were pool shooting and bull shooting.......

No Bar life for me. I had my "drinking license" revoked in 1993 due to "repeated debauchery, depravity, and D-Baggery." Unsweet iced tea (very difficult to come by in the "Sweet tea South") x2 lasts all afternoon. Joe

 

[Kitgun]

The old saying is true:
First liar does not stand a chance.

 

[Smoke]

I've told the story before but is without a doubt the best Sea Story I've ever heard.

I used to work for SynthesUSA in Monument Colorado. There was a woman who worked in the packaging department, that claimed that she had inoperable brain cancer for about 5 years. She also claimed to be the only child of the man who invented single side band radios (not even sure if that's a real thing).

She also claimed that Hyman Rickover was so impressed with her father's service that he (Admiral Rickover) arranged for the Navy to send her to college to be a communications spook, she claimed that the "brain cancer" was the result of her being around the communications equipment.
Then she stated that after college she was direct commissioned into the California National Guard as a Major and not just any National Guard unit , it was a super secret unit whose sole duty was to go anywhere in the World on 6 hours notice to find and rescue American POWs from Viet Nam.
(But only on one weekend a month )

By this time I'm biting my tongue to keep from laughing in her face and she goes onto tell me that when the brain cancer forced her out of the Guard her duties were so secret that even medically retiring would compromise them so she had to take a general discharge.

 

[cmj8591]

"And my wife, Morgan Fairchild. Yeah, that's the ticket!".