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I'm sure she does... I however requested she write that for me and you can see my yellow sticky note above her hands.
Post your Jim Dugan card... We need an ass kicking collectables thread started. Also think it'd be great to see more open INTRO threads that have members lives shared with their insane stories and pictures.
Post your Jim Dugan card... We need an ass kicking collectables thread started. Also think it'd be great to see more open INTRO threads that have members lives shared with their insane stories and pictures.
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This one was tough... I got up one morning and flew to Salt Lake City to this convention just for him... landed, taxi downtown, 3 block long line to get in and then getting to his booth only to find that he was in the picture taking phase of his itinerary. Around the corner I went and jumped into line. I had no choice, had to keep my eye on the prize. So I'm shuffled in next to last... This is when you stand next to them with a backdrop and you might get a few words out of the side of you mouth to them as you're being told to 'look forward and smile'... quick handshake and all but pushed out the opposite side.
The pic was $50 bucks and we looked great, but I left it behind.
Now John beginning his lunch break... fuck! He's just behind a curtain from me and by the time he comes back out to sign... my plane would be boarding. It was a quick turnaround and now I'm going to miss my shot. Uhhh No., I briefly explained my situation to one of the concierge people shufflers who grabbed her boss for me, awesome chick who confidently went back and got him to sign for me... $25 and out the door I went.
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You doing a reveal of yourself really blew my mind. You have single handedly posted more pics of yourself than any other forum member I have ever seen, kudos. Hell I was saving them like crazy for chopping, and had to stop briefly at BF15 or something lol.
While I like your INTRO thread of other members idea, thats gonna be a hard sale for a lot of folks on here. I'll share here and there though, I dont mind. I come from the old days, before Fakebook, and I applaud your efforts to ANTIFakebook :ThumbsUp2:
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Right On ~
One day more members will kick out pics of themselves...
One day more members will kick out pics of themselves...
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Haha kudos!
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South America Cruise 1990
Rio de Janeiro...
This dude came out of the jungle and onto Copacabana Beach where I ended up trading him a Zippo lighter with my ships insignia for a blow gun. Foot long wooden darts with awesome bird feathers... and then it was quickly confiscated once I got to the docks by USS Constellation pier patrol and never saw it again. I was too hammered to hide it.
St. Thomas...
Panama Canal... front row seat.
Going around Cape Horn was amazing... 40'-45' degree pitch and rolls for 3 straight days. Being up on the top of a swell, then so far down, below sea level, surrounded by a wall of water. Kinda like a fishing bobber. To be able to lean forward and not fall over at a 30 degree angle is a cure for boredom. Nobody on the ship worked as it was too dangerous to walk around. One particular night I had to stand lookout out watch out on the bridge wing (same one below) wearing an aloft harness and hooked up.
Day drinking in Chile
Rio de Janeiro...
This dude came out of the jungle and onto Copacabana Beach where I ended up trading him a Zippo lighter with my ships insignia for a blow gun. Foot long wooden darts with awesome bird feathers... and then it was quickly confiscated once I got to the docks by USS Constellation pier patrol and never saw it again. I was too hammered to hide it.
St. Thomas...
Panama Canal... front row seat.
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Been through the Panamal Canal 4 times. It's a tight fit. Canal pilots earn their pay.
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Jamaica 2016
Not the California quality I was used to, but best Montego Bay had to offer... obtaining it was a memorable experience.
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We pulled into Ocho Rios, Jamaica in winter, 1982. I had $28 in my pocket and one thing in mind. Sweet Jamaican weed. Down on the fishing docks I met a friendly, dusky man with a classic, deep accent who set me up with a nice sack for $25. Then I took a hike in the hills and had some decent barbecue and a smoke with a family named Marley... no relation. On the way back to the ship I met the cutest girl who was looking for a date. I protested that I couldn't afford a sweetheart like her. She said "How much you got?" and I showed her my last $3. She kicked me as hard as she could in the shin with a white cowboy boot. I gave her the $3 and a sincere thank you. Best shore leave ever.
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Helmsman... steering a 620 ft. ship.
My locker ...
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Looking for a reason...
Desert Storm '91
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Tripping on acid in the Persian Gulf.
The ship I was on had the extra duty of pulling into port to onload supplies for a few days once a month. That's what we did, refueled and resupplied the battlegroup at sea. These extra trips into port gave us more land time than the other ships and we spent that time in Dubai. This was the Dubai before the man made islands, , and those supernova skyscrapers.
We'd pull into Jebel Ali, a port about 20 minutes north of Dubai and due to the brass, demanding culture of the locals had a lot of sailors not bothering to go into the city. The ship would set up 'Beer on the Pier' and anyone could sit around listening to music on the loudspeakers drinking one dollar Fosters/Heinikens. Not a chick in sight... just wasn't happening in this country regardless.
They ultimately wanted to avoid the cab drivers that speed through the desert back and forth and like to bump the rate once you've arrive. We had one speeding through the desert one day at 80 or so when he just pulls over, gets out with his prayer mat as we sat there... they publicly pray 5 times a day at specific times.
One day the higher ups were looking for a handful of volunteers to go to this USO affiliate and 'entertain' the local children... put on a show or something and there's 10 bags of toys to be handed out blahhhh, but my friend Ron talks me into it. This was indeed a way to get off the ship or "skate" out of work for a day, but I'm not a fucking clown. I don't do balloon tricks or even really like kids. We had to make costumes with whatever we could find on the ship. This was not easy.
The day before this "clown show" we got mail. Mail call is a huge deal when overseas, as some of you know and it had been a few weeks since our last. My best friend from back in PA sent me 4 hits of acid. My jaw dropped when I opened that little letter up that day. What balls he had to send. What timing too. lol. I told no one.
Side note...… I've tripped on the ship underway a few times. This is something I did 2-3 times max, and done after dark. This is one of the most surreal environments to do this. Uniforms become more intimidating. Authority. Reality. 500 people cramped on a 600 foot long ship and you're trying to avoid them ALL. lol. hoping nobody gets a good look at those pupils. We did have the best chem lights. I also had the privilege of steering the ship for an hour tripping balls ;) … tiny numbers on a gyroscope with a red background. Mesmerizing. That could've gone real bad.
Out at sea, I stood a 4 hour watch every 12 hours so their schedule was bound to interfere with my trip. I said nothing. I then rotated outside to scan the horizon I could see everything, that night through my 'binos my eyes would be fully dilated taking in additional light. I was seeing little lights (surface contacts) and reporting them before the guys down in combat saw it on their radar. That was fun.
Back to clown town,
The next day, mid afternoon we we're on a bus, all dressed up and heading to this gig. My good friend Ron was sitting in the seat in front of me and I popped up next to him... simply said ..'dude stick out your tongue', he looked at me like wtffag, but then did it and I slapped two hits on it. He left it in after some convincing, but didn't believe me.
When we reached this venue in the middle of the desert surrounded by nothing, I didn't want to be there. We piled into the lobby, started to mingle with the kids and some of us were better at it then others. You could tell who had kids. I needed out of this building. The acid was kicking in and I needed out. There was a large playground outside where a few of these fuckers ran out too. There is no green grass, just sand as far as you see with a nearby coastline.
Ron and I took a walk out to the playground and I started talking to this girl on the swing set about something and she started to scream for her teacher...BETTTYYYYY, deep little voice, BETTTTTY, come quick. Well this little girl was mildly retarded and I paralyzed her with fear because my makeup was melting off my face in the 115 degree heat. Less than 6 mins out there and the 'shoe polish' and talcom powder was now dripping off our faces, and 2 kids started screaming, setting off the rest. Now kids are scared. People were now coming out of the building and the last thing I wanted was attention. Ron was laughing hard, intensity was increasing and I'm wearing a mop on my head.
We escaped by cab to Dubai which was a 10 minute cab ride. We got rid of the clown gear and we were both wearing tank tops which wasn't allowed.. our dress code, as were told was long sleeves, long pants always due to the locals religion. He we are wearing pajama bottoms and tank tops. We needed to hide and couldn't go back to the ship. Needed a bar.
By the time we got to Dubai I was peaking. I remember sitting in farthest darkest booth at a Mexican rest we hung out at called for hours and then taking a cab back to the ships pier around midnight where I challenged my alcoholic 1st class boss to a beer drinking contest.
The ship I was on had the extra duty of pulling into port to onload supplies for a few days once a month. That's what we did, refueled and resupplied the battlegroup at sea. These extra trips into port gave us more land time than the other ships and we spent that time in Dubai. This was the Dubai before the man made islands, , and those supernova skyscrapers.
We'd pull into Jebel Ali, a port about 20 minutes north of Dubai and due to the brass, demanding culture of the locals had a lot of sailors not bothering to go into the city. The ship would set up 'Beer on the Pier' and anyone could sit around listening to music on the loudspeakers drinking one dollar Fosters/Heinikens. Not a chick in sight... just wasn't happening in this country regardless.
They ultimately wanted to avoid the cab drivers that speed through the desert back and forth and like to bump the rate once you've arrive. We had one speeding through the desert one day at 80 or so when he just pulls over, gets out with his prayer mat as we sat there... they publicly pray 5 times a day at specific times.
One day the higher ups were looking for a handful of volunteers to go to this USO affiliate and 'entertain' the local children... put on a show or something and there's 10 bags of toys to be handed out blahhhh, but my friend Ron talks me into it. This was indeed a way to get off the ship or "skate" out of work for a day, but I'm not a fucking clown. I don't do balloon tricks or even really like kids. We had to make costumes with whatever we could find on the ship. This was not easy.
The day before this "clown show" we got mail. Mail call is a huge deal when overseas, as some of you know and it had been a few weeks since our last. My best friend from back in PA sent me 4 hits of acid. My jaw dropped when I opened that little letter up that day. What balls he had to send. What timing too. lol. I told no one.
Side note...… I've tripped on the ship underway a few times. This is something I did 2-3 times max, and done after dark. This is one of the most surreal environments to do this. Uniforms become more intimidating. Authority. Reality. 500 people cramped on a 600 foot long ship and you're trying to avoid them ALL. lol. hoping nobody gets a good look at those pupils. We did have the best chem lights. I also had the privilege of steering the ship for an hour tripping balls ;) … tiny numbers on a gyroscope with a red background. Mesmerizing. That could've gone real bad.
Out at sea, I stood a 4 hour watch every 12 hours so their schedule was bound to interfere with my trip. I said nothing. I then rotated outside to scan the horizon I could see everything, that night through my 'binos my eyes would be fully dilated taking in additional light. I was seeing little lights (surface contacts) and reporting them before the guys down in combat saw it on their radar. That was fun.
Back to clown town,
The next day, mid afternoon we we're on a bus, all dressed up and heading to this gig. My good friend Ron was sitting in the seat in front of me and I popped up next to him... simply said ..'dude stick out your tongue', he looked at me like wtffag, but then did it and I slapped two hits on it. He left it in after some convincing, but didn't believe me.
When we reached this venue in the middle of the desert surrounded by nothing, I didn't want to be there. We piled into the lobby, started to mingle with the kids and some of us were better at it then others. You could tell who had kids. I needed out of this building. The acid was kicking in and I needed out. There was a large playground outside where a few of these fuckers ran out too. There is no green grass, just sand as far as you see with a nearby coastline.
Ron and I took a walk out to the playground and I started talking to this girl on the swing set about something and she started to scream for her teacher...BETTTYYYYY, deep little voice, BETTTTTY, come quick. Well this little girl was mildly retarded and I paralyzed her with fear because my makeup was melting off my face in the 115 degree heat. Less than 6 mins out there and the 'shoe polish' and talcom powder was now dripping off our faces, and 2 kids started screaming, setting off the rest. Now kids are scared. People were now coming out of the building and the last thing I wanted was attention. Ron was laughing hard, intensity was increasing and I'm wearing a mop on my head.
We escaped by cab to Dubai which was a 10 minute cab ride. We got rid of the clown gear and we were both wearing tank tops which wasn't allowed.. our dress code, as were told was long sleeves, long pants always due to the locals religion. He we are wearing pajama bottoms and tank tops. We needed to hide and couldn't go back to the ship. Needed a bar.
By the time we got to Dubai I was peaking. I remember sitting in farthest darkest booth at a Mexican rest we hung out at called for hours and then taking a cab back to the ships pier around midnight where I challenged my alcoholic 1st class boss to a beer drinking contest.
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Kat and I went to the Sleepy Hollow movie premiere in '99. Mingled with the entire Tim Burton film crowd that night... Johnny Depp has the smallest hands I've ever shook. Danny Devito is shorter than you think and Winona Ryders nickname is 'Nonie".
After the movie ended and we piled at onto Hollywood Blvd. where this industry older chick came up to us and gave us her 'after party' pass... The after party was about 5 miles away, at a 100 year old Mansion up in the Hollywood Hills...
We went to the parking lot a few miles away and got in the line for the shuttle bus up the hill and we were in line next to Ortho, (most delicious woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on! guy) from Beetleguise. .... met a lot of B actors that you would know and like from the Tim Burton crowd.. met Ricci, Depp, Michael Keaton.. waited in line with Trey parker and Jewel (his date) and listened to him cracking jokes about the porta-potties.
Christina Ricci...
Michael Keaton...
After the movie ended and we piled at onto Hollywood Blvd. where this industry older chick came up to us and gave us her 'after party' pass... The after party was about 5 miles away, at a 100 year old Mansion up in the Hollywood Hills...
We went to the parking lot a few miles away and got in the line for the shuttle bus up the hill and we were in line next to Ortho, (most delicious woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on! guy) from Beetleguise. .... met a lot of B actors that you would know and like from the Tim Burton crowd.. met Ricci, Depp, Michael Keaton.. waited in line with Trey parker and Jewel (his date) and listened to him cracking jokes about the porta-potties.
Christina Ricci...
Michael Keaton...
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Mark HamiLL...
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Peter Mayhew... R.I.P.
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Kenny Baker... R.I.P.
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Carrie Fisher... R.I.P.
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David Prowse...
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