saddawg
11-10-2010, 04:15 AM
<span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm back from my off week and I hope the Dawgs are too. A couple of years ago I posted on my old blog ,during Bama week, about an adventure I had at "The Club" one time.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I've had a couple of emails requesting I run it again, so here goes...........................</span>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">REMEMBER THE CLUB?</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Seeing as how it is Bama week, my thoughts are drawn back to all things Bammer.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">When I was at State there was a magical place called "The Club" over in Lowndes County.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The
regulars of this quaint pub consisted of frustrated bull dykes hanging
with their straight roommates from the W, hard legs from State , a good
assortment of brain dead rednecks, and 85% of the fraternities and
sororities from Tusk-er-Looser. (The Bammers came,I'm told, because it
was easier for the under 21s to drink in Mississippi.)</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">If you couldn't get laid there, well, you couldn't get laid with $200 in a Juarez whorehouse.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Talk about shooting fish in a barrel.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A
friend of mine from those days emailed me and suggested I put the story
up on this blog of a night we shared together at The Club. He thinks
that night was one of the funniest things he ever saw.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">He thinks it's funny because it happened to me. He also got laid because of it.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I have told this story before over on the Pack, so if you have heard it, well, go do something else.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">If not, here goes.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">As
I said, it was easy to get laid at The Club, but you had to follow a
certain mating ritual, as such...... follow closely..........</span>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Blonde With Big Hair (http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg) :"You go to Stayyy-te?</span>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">
</span><span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Saddawg :"Yeah,do you?"
</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blonde With Big Hair (http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> : "No, I go to Al-er-bammer. I'm a (insert sorority)."
Saddawg: "Wanna beer?"</span><br style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Blonde With Big Hair (http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg)</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> : "Yay-ess".</span>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Once
you negotiated that mine field, you were on your way. I had
successfully got thru the mine field and was on Easy Street, or so I
thought.
But the night got a little tougher.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="font-weight: bold;">As me and[/url]</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">[url=http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg]Blonde With Big Hair (http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg)</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> are repairing to the parking lot to study anatomy in the backseat of a car (pickup bed would do in a pinch), Big Bama Redneck (http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/5696/bamafanah7.jpg)<span style="font-weight: bold;">,</span>who was big enough, but not quite fast enough to play Line Backer at Bama, (making him pissed at the world), takes offense to me leaving with the girl he has been stalking for half a semester.</span>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">He
manifests his displeasure by following us outside and banging my head
off the wall, a few bumpers, and kicks me in the ass for good measure.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Luckily for me, three, either CPD officers, LCSO Deputies,or a mixture of the two, tackle Big Bama Redneck. (http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/5696/bamafanah7.jpg)</span>
(http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg)<span style="font-weight: bold;">
</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blonde With Big Hair (http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg) screams and cries a lot.</span>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">
Big Bama Redneck (http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/5696/bamafanah7.jpg)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">becomes a guest of the county for the night.<br style="font-weight: bold;">
My "friend" cleans me up best he can and throws my whipped ass in the car.
</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blonde With Big Hair (http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg)</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> feels so bad about the incident, that she rides with me back to Starkvegas and makes her friends follow.</span>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Once
back home I got sympathy poon tang from</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Blonde With Big Hair (http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg)</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">and the "friend" that thought
this so funny, strikes it lucky and takes advantage of</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> Bored and Drunk Bammer Girl (http://images.yuku.com/image/jpeg/46f26e84ae599b0220dbe0bb040b672e252bea6a.jpg) ,who got sick of waiting on her friend, The Blonde With Big Hair. (http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg)
Thank God it was rarely that hard.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I feel so sorry for today's students at State. They have no first class establishments like The Club to go to.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">For
quaint atmosphere and intimate conversation and a sophisticated
clientele, The Club was second only to Mack's Supper Club. (moment of
silence, please).</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The late 80's were a glorious time to be young, dumb and full of cum.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">And to have had The Club.</span>
<br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'll do a prediction and an "In Honor Of" post later on in the week.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">And some more Mule thoughts.</span>
http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad97/saddawg/Coo%20Chees/sd163.jpg
<span style="font-weight: bold;">REMEMBER THE CLUB?</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Seeing as how it is Bama week, my thoughts are drawn back to all things Bammer.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">When I was at State there was a magical place called "The Club" over in Lowndes County.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The
regulars of this quaint pub consisted of frustrated bull dykes hanging
with their straight roommates from the W, hard legs from State , a good
assortment of brain dead rednecks, and 85% of the fraternities and
sororities from Tusk-er-Looser. (The Bammers came,I'm told, because it
was easier for the under 21s to drink in Mississippi.)</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">If you couldn't get laid there, well, you couldn't get laid with $200 in a Juarez whorehouse.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Talk about shooting fish in a barrel.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A
friend of mine from those days emailed me and suggested I put the story
up on this blog of a night we shared together at The Club. He thinks
that night was one of the funniest things he ever saw.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">He thinks it's funny because it happened to me. He also got laid because of it.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I have told this story before over on the Pack, so if you have heard it, well, go do something else.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">If not, here goes.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">As
I said, it was easy to get laid at The Club, but you had to follow a
certain mating ritual, as such...... follow closely..........</span>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Blonde With Big Hair (http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg) :"You go to Stayyy-te?</span>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">
</span><span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Saddawg :"Yeah,do you?"
</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blonde With Big Hair (http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> : "No, I go to Al-er-bammer. I'm a (insert sorority)."
Saddawg: "Wanna beer?"</span><br style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Blonde With Big Hair (http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg)</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> : "Yay-ess".</span>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Once
you negotiated that mine field, you were on your way. I had
successfully got thru the mine field and was on Easy Street, or so I
thought.
But the night got a little tougher.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="font-weight: bold;">As me and[/url]</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">[url=http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg]Blonde With Big Hair (http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg)</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> are repairing to the parking lot to study anatomy in the backseat of a car (pickup bed would do in a pinch), Big Bama Redneck (http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/5696/bamafanah7.jpg)<span style="font-weight: bold;">,</span>who was big enough, but not quite fast enough to play Line Backer at Bama, (making him pissed at the world), takes offense to me leaving with the girl he has been stalking for half a semester.</span>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">He
manifests his displeasure by following us outside and banging my head
off the wall, a few bumpers, and kicks me in the ass for good measure.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Luckily for me, three, either CPD officers, LCSO Deputies,or a mixture of the two, tackle Big Bama Redneck. (http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/5696/bamafanah7.jpg)</span>
(http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg)<span style="font-weight: bold;">
</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blonde With Big Hair (http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg) screams and cries a lot.</span>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">
Big Bama Redneck (http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/5696/bamafanah7.jpg)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">becomes a guest of the county for the night.<br style="font-weight: bold;">
My "friend" cleans me up best he can and throws my whipped ass in the car.
</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blonde With Big Hair (http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg)</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> feels so bad about the incident, that she rides with me back to Starkvegas and makes her friends follow.</span>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Once
back home I got sympathy poon tang from</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Blonde With Big Hair (http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg)</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">and the "friend" that thought
this so funny, strikes it lucky and takes advantage of</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> Bored and Drunk Bammer Girl (http://images.yuku.com/image/jpeg/46f26e84ae599b0220dbe0bb040b672e252bea6a.jpg) ,who got sick of waiting on her friend, The Blonde With Big Hair. (http://www.locustfork.net/blog/colette1.jpg)
Thank God it was rarely that hard.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I feel so sorry for today's students at State. They have no first class establishments like The Club to go to.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">For
quaint atmosphere and intimate conversation and a sophisticated
clientele, The Club was second only to Mack's Supper Club. (moment of
silence, please).</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The late 80's were a glorious time to be young, dumb and full of cum.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">And to have had The Club.</span>
<br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'll do a prediction and an "In Honor Of" post later on in the week.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">And some more Mule thoughts.</span>
http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad97/saddawg/Coo%20Chees/sd163.jpg