24 hours together

[RallyMo]

39 minutes ago, Tank said:

i'm willing to try some brisket. do you live near the salt lick? that place looks pretty good.

I live near enough to drive and I absolutely would. It is good and it has a great Texas vibe. The pit is a thing to behold.

There are so many amazing bbq places around here. We're pretty spoiled.

[Tank]

1 hour ago, RallyMo said:

There are so many amazing bbq places around here. We're pretty spoiled.

i hear you. i feel the same way every time i drive through burbank or west covina.

[WicketMaiden]

Meet you at Manchester airport late afternoon and whisk you straight to Old Trafford cricket ground for the England vs India T20 International. Drink lots of English beer in the raucous atmosphere of the floodlit evening game with some of the best players in the world on the field. We'll be starving after that so either a good curry house or gastro pub to fill the hole with some honest British comfort food, then back to the cottage for late night conversation in front of the open fire with a couple of 12 year old malt whiskies for company. Up early for porridge with local honey and eggy bread, then we head out to catch the morning rise fly-fishing for Trout on a crystal clear lake surrounded by the rugged beauty of the Pennine Mountains. For lunch we'll steam the Trout in a nice Bourgogne Chardonnay on a bed of shallots and field mushrooms served with creamy mustard mash and broccoli, and of course finish off the bottle of Chardonnay. We'll probably need a nice nap in front of the fire after all that, then I'd see you into a taxi back to the airport for your evening flight (no way I'm getting behind the wheel after all that, mate). 

[ten ocho recon scout]

How good are you at painting?

 

Walls, not waterfalls.

[Tank]

5 hours ago, WicketMaiden said:

Meet you at Manchester airport late afternoon and whisk you straight to Old Trafford cricket ground for the England vs India T20 International. Drink lots of English beer in the raucous atmosphere of the floodlit evening game with some of the best players in the world on the field. We'll be starving after that so either a good curry house or gastro pub to fill the hole with some honest British comfort food, then back to the cottage for late night conversation in front of the open fire with a couple of 12 year old malt whiskies for company. Up early for porridge with local honey and eggy bread, then we head out to catch the morning rise fly-fishing for Trout on a crystal clear lake surrounded by the rugged beauty of the Pennine Mountains. For lunch we'll steam the Trout in a nice Bourgogne Chardonnay on a bed of shallots and field mushrooms served with creamy mustard mash and broccoli, and of course finish off the bottle of Chardonnay. We'll probably need a nice nap in front of the fire after all that, then I'd see you into a taxi back to the airport for your evening flight (no way I'm getting behind the wheel after all that, mate). 

alright, who wants to tell him i'm a vegetarian who doesn't drink alcohol?

but it still sounds like a lot of fun. i'll take it under advisement.

[Tank]

2 hours ago, ten ocho recon scout said:

How good are you at painting?

 

Walls, not waterfalls.

i can paint crooked lines better than anyone else. my approach for painting corners and edges is to slop on as much paint as possible so that everything is covered.

[WicketMaiden]

8 hours ago, Tank said:

alright, who wants to tell him i'm a vegetarian who doesn't drink alcohol?

but it still sounds like a lot of fun. i'll take it under advisement.

Ha ha, I wondered how you'd react to all that booze. Alcohol free alternatives are available, in the meantime I'll be having a whale of a time. Join me for a wee dram of whiskey by the fireside though @Tank, just to be hospitable, it warms the bones in a British winter (it's 1pm here and the frost has only just melted from last night's minus 5 celsius (23f)). Purely medicinal chap.

I added broccoli to lunch in your honour btw, and breakfast is meat free (eggs don't count until they hatch), have a veggie curry after the T20 and you're golden. 

[Tank]

6 hours ago, WicketMaiden said:

Ha ha, I wondered how you'd react to all that booze. Alcohol free alternatives are available, in the meantime I'll be having a whale of a time. Join me for a wee dram of whiskey by the fireside though @Tank, just to be hospitable, it warms the bones in a British winter (it's 1pm here and the frost has only just melted from last night's minus 5 celsius (23f)). Purely medicinal chap.

I added broccoli to lunch in your honour btw, and breakfast is meat free (eggs don't count until they hatch), have a veggie curry after the T20 and you're golden. 

you, good sir, could sell ice to an eskimo. i'm all in.

[Taylor]

We'd read The New Jim Crow together and then discuss how we can work toward a more equitable and just future.

[T.G.]

I had no idea there were so many lonely people on AW.

[Blarg]

Not true. There are more people that would like to spend a day with Tank and his positive personality than come home stinking like a dirty bass. 

[Taylor]

2 minutes ago, Blarg said:

Not true. There are more people that would like to spend a day with Tank and his positive personality that come home stinking like a dirty bass. 

I'd hang out with Tank.

[Blarg]

I have. Even vegetables for lunch is tolerable with Tank at the table saying grace. 

[T.G.]

Let me rephrase...

I didn't know so many people on AW were desperate for company.

[Taylor]

9 minutes ago, True Grich said:

Let me rephrase...

I didn't know so many people on AW were desperate for company.

Are you saying you must be desperate to want to hang out with Tank? That's very rude, sir.

[T.G.]

Me? No, I'm not desperate.

[Taylor]

1 minute ago, True Grich said:

Me? No, I'm not desperate.

[Tank]

24 minutes ago, True Grich said:

Let me rephrase...

I didn't know so many people on AW were desperate for company.

[T.G.]

Fishing in this pond is way too easy.

 

Edited January 14, 2022 by True Grich

[Taylor]

3 minutes ago, True Grich said:

Fishing in this pond is way too easy.

 

This time, the hook got snagged on your jacket. 

[tdawg87]

I wake up, groggy and barely conscious. I can't move. As I gather myself I realize I'm strapped to an old dentist chair. The smell of kale and scones permeate the air. It's dark, but there's enough light to see.

I look around, I see I'm secured to the arms of the chair with fake leather straps because cows. My legs are secured by more fake leather. I am unable to move. Whomever tied these straps is a professional.

I notice a bunch of tools on the table. Instruments of torture: A knife, a scalpel, a Hamilton Beach Easy Juice Extractor, a vegetable peeler, and a 6 pack of Pumpkin beer with one beer missing. Fear begins to take a hold of me.

Suddenly...footsteps. The door opens and a blinding white light engulfs the room. I can't see the face of my torturer. But he smells earthy, and robust. He also has an amazing body. He obviously works out.

The mysterious man turns on the Hamilton Beach Easy Juice Extractor. My torturer is going to put...something of mine into the juice extractor. Suddenly, he undoes the strap on my left hand. He grabs that hand. He's going to use it to make juice!

I squeeze my eyes shut, expecting pain I've never experienced before. Then...I feel a glass. The man closes my fingers around it. 

"Drink", the man says. I can see a dark green fluid in the glass. Who knows what's in this. "Drink!" He says again, this time with more force. I put the glass up to my lips, it smells like a salad from Applebee's. I take a sip. There's something chunky and cold in there. It's ice, but not. Like he was reading my mind, the mysterious man tells me "I hope you enjoy your frozen tofu". It tastes like liquid salad. It's....not awful. I'd probably drink it again. 

I finish my drink, and the man straps my arm back into place. He has just one final thing to say:

"I have a lunch meeting tomorrow with a well-known pitcher. If he signs with the Angels, you are free to go. If not, you drink more salad."

He then leaves, and I shit my pants.

[Taylor]

15 minutes ago, tdawg87 said:

I wake up, groggy and barely conscious. I can't move. As I gather myself I realize I'm strapped to an old dentist chair. The smell of kale and scones permeate the air. It's dark, but there's enough light to see.

I look around, I see I'm secured to the arms of the chair with fake leather straps because cows. My legs are secured by more fake leather. I am unable to move. Whomever tied these straps is a professional.

I notice a bunch of tools on the table. Instruments of torture: A knife, a scalpel, a Hamilton Beach Easy Juice Extractor, a vegetable peeler, and a 6 pack of Pumpkin beer with one beer missing. Fear begins to take a hold of me.

Suddenly...footsteps. The door opens and a blinding white light engulfs the room. I can't see the face of my torturer. But he smells earthy, and robust. He also has an amazing body. He obviously works out.

The mysterious man turns on the Hamilton Beach Easy Juice Extractor. My torturer is going to put...something of mine into the juice extractor. Suddenly, he undoes the strap on my left hand. He grabs that hand. He's going to use it to make juice!

I squeeze my eyes shut, expecting pain I've never experienced before. Then...I feel a glass. The man closes my fingers around it. 

"Drink", the man says. I can see a dark green fluid in the glass. Who knows what's in this. "Drink!" He says again, this time with more force. I put the glass up to my lips, it smells like a salad from Applebee's. I take a sip. There's something chunky and cold in there. It's ice, but not. Like he was reading my mind, the mysterious man tells me "I hope you enjoy your frozen tofu". It tastes like liquid salad. It's....not awful. I'd probably drink it again. 

I finish my drink, and the man straps my arm back into place. He has just one final thing to say:

"I have a lunch meeting tomorrow with a well-known pitcher. If he signs with the Angels, you are free to go. If not, you drink more salad."

He then leaves, and I shit my pants.

10/10, would f'ing read again

[Jason]

17 minutes ago, tdawg87 said:

I wake up, groggy and barely conscious. I can't move. As I gather myself I realize I'm strapped to an old dentist chair. The smell of kale and scones permeate the air. It's dark, but there's enough light to see.

I look around, I see I'm secured to the arms of the chair with fake leather straps because cows. My legs are secured by more fake leather. I am unable to move. Whomever tied these straps is a professional.

I notice a bunch of tools on the table. Instruments of torture: A knife, a scalpel, a Hamilton Beach Easy Juice Extractor, a vegetable peeler, and a 6 pack of Pumpkin beer with one beer missing. Fear begins to take a hold of me.

Suddenly...footsteps. The door opens and a blinding white light engulfs the room. I can't see the face of my torturer. But he smells earthy, and robust. He also has an amazing body. He obviously works out.

The mysterious man turns on the Hamilton Beach Easy Juice Extractor. My torturer is going to put...something of mine into the juice extractor. Suddenly, he undoes the strap on my left hand. He grabs that hand. He's going to use it to make juice!

I squeeze my eyes shut, expecting pain I've never experienced before. Then...I feel a glass. The man closes my fingers around it. 

"Drink", the man says. I can see a dark green fluid in the glass. Who knows what's in this. "Drink!" He says again, this time with more force. I put the glass up to my lips, it smells like a salad from Applebee's. I take a sip. There's something chunky and cold in there. It's ice, but not. Like he was reading my mind, the mysterious man tells me "I hope you enjoy your frozen tofu". It tastes like liquid salad. It's....not awful. I'd probably drink it again. 

I finish my drink, and the man straps my arm back into place. He has just one final thing to say:

"I have a lunch meeting tomorrow with a well-known pitcher. If he signs with the Angels, you are free to go. If not, you drink more salad."

He then leaves, and I shit my pants.

You should have worked In something about your torturer singing to you 

[tdawg87]

2 minutes ago, Jason said:

You should have worked In something about your torturer singing to you 

He's torturing me, not serenading me.

[Lou]

Just now, tdawg87 said:

He's torturing me, not serenading me.

too easy . . .