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coldharvest wrote:Osiris wrote:Anyone know how RYP got started? His name is a byword for traveling to "place most Americans would freak out in". Just curious...
http://www.amazon.com/Adventurist-My-Life-Dangerous-Places/dp/0767905768
technically my bar doesn't even have walls, trip out on that.
marie-angelique wrote:i decided to travel around the world on roller skates when i was about 6.
coldharvest wrote:marie-angelique wrote:i decided to travel around the world on roller skates when i was about 6.
this is why I love you.
Michael wrote:About age four, I just wanted to see what was down the street and the street after that and the street after that...got a serious ass whippin' when my folks finally caught up with me...been checkin' out that next street ever since.
Kurt wrote:Michael wrote:About age four, I just wanted to see what was down the street and the street after that and the street after that...got a serious ass whippin' when my folks finally caught up with me...been checkin' out that next street ever since.
I did something similar but I crossed the street and I was a bit younger. My mom still brings it up in her "I would have been arrested today if I did that to my children." speech. Apparently I was unable to sit for a long time and when I tell her "Its okay, it was dangerous to cross the street at that age and besides I don't remember it at all." She says "Of course you don't remember it, I beat you too hard." It was just on my ass but according to my mom it was so severe that the beating traveled up my butt and erased my memory.
Michael wrote:Kurt wrote:Michael wrote:About age four, I just wanted to see what was down the street and the street after that and the street after that...got a serious ass whippin' when my folks finally caught up with me...been checkin' out that next street ever since.
I did something similar but I crossed the street and I was a bit younger. My mom still brings it up in her "I would have been arrested today if I did that to my children." speech. Apparently I was unable to sit for a long time and when I tell her "Its okay, it was dangerous to cross the street at that age and besides I don't remember it at all." She says "Of course you don't remember it, I beat you too hard." It was just on my ass but according to my mom it was so severe that the beating traveled up my butt and erased my memory.
Did your mom know mine? Sounds like they might have swapped childrearing recipes.
nowonmai wrote:rickshaw92 wrote:That said, havin had the shits lotsa times it aint no giggling matter.
yes it is, that's nature's blessing.This requires worst shits ever stories:
- Africa - middle of nowhere in the bush, feverish, delerious for days, shitting through the eye of a needle (still managing the odd chuckle at the odd rip snorter even though death was close), shitting in a hole for hours on end on an incredible starry clear cold night while a pride of lions prowled and growled in the range of the head torch. So sick and ill that getting eaten by the lions seemed like a small thing and no effort was made to ward them off. I don't blame them for not eating me.
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