I'm the Machine!

This one is hilarious :)
What lifts it to the next level is that apparently, this drinking story really happened and was confirmed by former classmates.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=paG1-lPtIXA

That sounds an awful lot like my early twenties.

Good stuff. Though my favorite drinking story is still "They call me Tater Salad."

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Originally Posted by holli4pirating

Good stuff. Though my favorite drinking story is still "They call me Tater Salad."

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Does that explain your early twenties?

That's hilarious! :rofl2: Thanks for that.

Aside from the verification of this story, it sounds very believable. You can't plan for friendships or relations like that, but sometimes they just happen.

Half a life ago I used to hang out with a group of bouncers. I had a student teacher relationship with one of them, he took me under his wing. Now, I would never have been accepted in that group in normal circumstances. they were all bouncers. Not the kind that tell you it's time to leave. The kind that, upon deciding you should go, inform you of said fact by beating you in the back of the head with a bar stool, and then throwing you out on the curb, head first.

These were all people who'd had a rough life, and who didn't shun violence or think about the consequences of living a semi outlaw life. And then there was me. At 19 years old, I didn't even have to shave every week. And I was a total science geek. They respected that, and since I was absolutely completely harmless and not in any way part of their normal lives / pecking order, they were friendly and let me hang out. They were all very loyal to each other and since one of them said I could be trusted, everybody was ok with me. It was understood that whatever happened, I would see nothing, hear nothing, and say nothing.

Eventually I drifted away. I could never have 'planned' to be part of that group and I never wanted to become a 'member'. But it happened by accident and while I was in it was certainly interesting.

Amen to that. People that have never been pulled into that kind of group might not believe it. But I've hung out with crooked cops, the same rough and tumble bouncer types, and other seedy individuals my entire life. Sometimes you just gotta go with the flow, and never speak of the night's events outside of that tight little group that was all there.

I guess you can break the code of silence when your antics happened on foreign soil and you DIDN'T wind up in the gulags for it.

Very, very funny video Bruno.
I think more of us than you suspect have had a little bit of a go with the wrong crowd at some point along the way. Most people have a skeleton or two in the closet.
Thanks for sharing.

Pete <:-}