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[Mikael]

You all brag about vomiting in your mouths. Have you tried it? I have, had too much whisky in my youth, and got sick in a place where vomiting was not socially acceptable. So I kept it in my mouth and went to the toilet.

Now you have pictures in your head right? :-)

Mvh/Regards
Mikael


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Sendt: 12. februar 2015 23:16
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Well said Lynn! 
Although I think I vomited in my mouth too.  And I cringed at the thought of a kid careening a stroller through a car show!  Also, no place for pets!
Thanks for a good read.
Garth

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From: Lynn Wall <lwall67 at gmail.com>
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I've been thinking too.

I kind of view this forum as follows:

I'm walking through a really cool car show.  Up ahead there is a group of people engaged in discussion.  I know they are car people attending this show because the beards are ugly, a couple guys have mutton chops, most are in some stage of balding, at least one has an extremely tiny dog on a leash, all are carrying some type of beverage and several are chewing on cigars that should have been thrown away 8 hours ago.

As I get closer I realize that despite their differences in appearance and opinions every person is heard and treated respectfully.  Some comments don't get any response, others go on seemingly forever. I can tell though that I am welcome to contribute anytime.  When a guy asks for help with something on his car, 90 percent of the group drop what they are doing and head over to help this guy out.

Sometimes when a boring topic goes on for too long I kind of tune out.  I turn my head to the right and see the 70 year old lady that is dressed like an 18 year old.  She has booty shorts, a tank top with the back shredded that displays too much leather, errr skin and 5 inch strappy stiletto heels
and a ball cap with a verrrry thin ponytail out the hole in the back.   Her
belly piercing shows as she struggles walking across the damp grass, each finger bearing an impossible load of gold jewelry.

After I vomit in my mouth I turn to my left and see the 6'4" 145 pound guy in denim cut offs, white knee socks, metallica tank top and a faux hawk haircut.  He is wearing white and red Puma tennis shoes and has a chain between his wallet and the most secure part of his outfit, the worn belt loop.  He has some barbwire tattooed on his bicep and betty boop on his calf.  His girlfriend could be his twin and probably is.  Their child is pushing an empty stroller at a dead run while every car owner attempts to dive between the out-of-control kid and their car.

Shaking my head I turn my attention back to the conversation to see if it interests me yet.  Typically it does.  Again, I can chime in at any time, I can leave at any time.  The final thing I know is that if I shout a demand to change the topic or complain that the current topic is boring, the group will stop and stare and then slowly break up and reconvene a few feet away.
BTW, I will be welcome there as well.

Just some ramblings, I will see you at Houston.  I will be the 6'2" guy with a fishnet tank top, 70s shorts, white knee high socks, Birkenstocks and a sony Walkman on my leather braided belt.  Oh and a diet coke.

Lynn