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trickdriller -> RE: What do you people actually look like? (11/14/2007 6:14:32 PM)
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Ahh screw it. I'll pack later. Flamingo story:
I have an Irish girlfriend. So, naturally, her entire family is Irish. Drinking, playing games, telling stories, drinking some more. I swear, I've never seen people consume so much alcohol! But anyway, I went to their family reunion they have every 2 years. It was held in Myrtle Beach, SC this year. We go down there for a week and just do nothing but hang out on the beach and drink the night away lost in thought and coversation.
Well, on the very last night after all the little ones have gone to bed, they do this thing they call "The Blarney Stone." I don't know why they call it that; doesn't seem like much of a name for an event. Whatever. The point of this event is to get together, drink, and tell stories. You have to tell a story that is based on truth and from there, anything goes. The one who tells a story that has the most Bull Sh@ or "Blarney" is deemd the winner and given a piece of the Blarney Castle from Ireland.
I feel I must explain something here. I have dated this girl for a few years now and missed 3 reunions in that time. Every time, her, her brother, her mom and her dad try to win this thing with their story telling prowess but to little avail. They always get beat. I always picked on them about it. They gunned for it so much and never came home with it:) I told them that I bet I could do it, knowing full well that I won't be going to one of those reunions any time soon. Well, soon became now and I found myself there with a foot in my mouth.
SO, we're drinking and then the winner of last year's competition gets up and tells the first story. It was alright, funny, but believable. I get to thinking and I figure that if I let them drink for a while, they'll laugh at anything I say and I just might have a chance. So, I wait until just about everyone has gone. There are around four people left, myself included. No one else wanted to man up, so I went. I walked up there in front of everyone, set my cigar down on the table, picked up my beer, took a swig, and proceeded with my version of what it's like to work for the government.
Now, these people are ALL democrats. They hate Bush, the war and pretty much everything to do with politics. I knew that, and I used it. The place I worked at at the time put me just about in the centrer of politics, both republican and democratic. So, I told a story that involved some higher up Republicans doing things that would be quite embarassing if found out by the general public. Man I layed it on thick! I was talking about the politions, their wives, even their dogs! I tell you what, I don't know if they wanted to laugh or cry at the things I was saying about the people that run our country, but it didn't matter. Long story short, my planning payed off. I was one of the top 3 left and by round of applause, I won the story telling contest and got the Blarney Stone.
So what, you ask, does this have ANYTHING to do with a pink bird at the White House?? Well, one of my girls aunts was cleaning out her house and didn't want to throw that ugly thing away. So, she decided to attach it to the Blarney Stone. Whomever won the stone had to take that ugly bird and all of his little outfits too. So, yes, I did win a stone that is supposed to bring luck. But I also won that monstrosity of a lawn ornament. The family insisted I take pictures of it at the WH and, seeing as I'd just asked their little girl to marry me, I figured it wouldn't be a bad idea to win some brownie points. So, I took the bird there and took pictures just like I was told. We actually took that stupid thing all across DC and took pictures of it! It was fun, though.
Told ya it was long!!!
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