The Leopards Eating Faces and Unlubed Dildo of Consequences Thread Part 2

[Pescado_Rojo 19412]

1 minute ago, Brisketexan said:

Is there ANYTHING that makes the heart beat as excitedly as the found treasure of a gem in the "reduced for quick sale" section?  I doubt it.

 

That's just extra aging is what that is. Makes it more tender. 

[CycleTex87 2965]

And flavorful 

[Dnaguy 11910]

2 hours ago, Incredulity said:

https://www.tacobell.com/stories/glen-bell

Meet The Man Behind The Bell^®

Glen Bell is his name and tacos are his game.

 

 

2 hours ago, Fudge Nuggets said:

True American hero.

Winner of Charmin’s Lifetime achievement award.

[SurlyGator 864]

2 hours ago, Brisketexan said:

Allsup's burritos were not a thing when I was a kid and we headed west.  Those trips included long stretches of really open road.  Few gas stations, even.  Most meals were sandwiches mom made from a cooler, eaten at a roadside rest stop.  IF we were lucky, it was one of the ones with a roof, for shade.

Tell an American kid today that no, we won't stop for a Happy Meal, you're gonna eat a baloney sandwich and some store brand potato chips off a paper towel at a 104 degree picnic table....and see how that goes.

 

What is this "roof" that you speak of?  I can't ever remember one of the ones we used having one.  Looking at you I-20 between Monahans and Fort Worth...

[Brisketexan 105039]

1 hour ago, SurlyGator said:

What is this "roof" that you speak of?  I can't ever remember one of the ones we used having one.  Looking at you I-20 between Monahans and Fort Worth...

Most did not.  They were bare, concrete picnic tables, baking in the brutal west/south Texas sun.  But a handful of them had the luxurious touch of shade.  And my road-warrior father knew where they were.  "I'm hungry."  "We're not stopping for another 30 minutes, when we get to the rest stop with the nice setup."  BTW, bathrooms were not on the agenda.  You went and pissed behind a bush.  If mom really had to piss, our job was to scope out 1) some bushes that provided some privacy, and 2) check REALLY WELL for rattlesnakes, so she'd have a safe place to go.

L-I-V-I-N.

If I was lucky, we were heading to visit my grandparents when they lived in Sonora, then Midland.  I'd get me some sorta sugary cereal at the grocery as my treat for the week.  Breakfast at the table at either their mobile home (Sonora) or dinky apartment (Midland) - sugary cereal and OJ out of a glass made in 1940.

[workswithseed 2086]

All this talk makes me think there should be a show called Poor Wars, where the poorest meet, and try to survive on the miniscule amount of anything. 

[Brisketexan 105039]

All this talk makes me think there should be a show called Poor Wars, where the poorest meet, and try to survive on the miniscule amount of anything. 

There is. It’s called “much of the rest of the planet.” We don’t air that show here.

[Mother mopar 3318]

5 hours ago, Evil Bill Obrien said:

I try not to, living in Houston it's probably extending my life expectancy dramatically every day I don't...unless I get hit by a car walking or riding my bike...which will probably happen eventually...

 

Jack in the Box fucking sucks ass

Monster tacos after a night of drinking is good AF. Fight me

[workswithseed 2086]

27 minutes ago, Brisketexan said:

There is. It’s called “much of the rest of the planet.” We don’t air that show here.

Then defeats the point of my post. You should have said Mondo media or something. 

[Judge Roybeanbag 11819]

2 hours ago, Brisketexan said:

Most did not.  They were bare, concrete picnic tables, baking in the brutal west/south Texas sun.  But a handful of them had the luxurious touch of shade.  And my road-warrior father knew where they were.  "I'm hungry."  "We're not stopping for another 30 minutes, when we get to the rest stop with the nice setup."  BTW, bathrooms were not on the agenda.  You went and pissed behind a bush.  If mom really had to piss, our job was to scope out 1) some bushes that provided some privacy, and 2) check REALLY WELL for rattlesnakes, so she'd have a safe place to go.

L-I-V-I-N.

If I was lucky, we were heading to visit my grandparents when they lived in Sonora, then Midland.  I'd get me some sorta sugary cereal at the grocery as my treat for the week.  Breakfast at the table at either their mobile home (Sonora) or dinky apartment (Midland) - sugary cereal and OJ out of a glass made in 1940.

West Texas had some where there were stairs over the fence.  That led to the ‘bathroom’.  Watch out for rattlers.  

[RDCanecutter 26377]

I see a real shortage of childhood memories about getting to ride on top of the tool box in the back of the truck. Good times. I'm surprised Daddy didn't give me a cigarette to smoke while I was back there.

[InkaUtexas 25852]

3 hours ago, RDCanecutter said:

I see a real shortage of childhood memories about getting to ride on top of the tool box in the back of the truck. Good times. I'm surprised Daddy didn't give me a cigarette to smoke while I was back there.

Grand dad (dad's step father) used to let me have a Pearl when we cruised around the trailer park near Lover's Lane in Dallas. For some reason about 2PM he always had to go fix something.

Grandmother (mom's side) would have me carry an extra pack of Lark cigarettes when we went into Boston for the day in case she ran out.

No wonder my dad thought the jungles of Vietnam were a good option and mom said fuck this, kids are growing up in Central America.

 

[TwiceHorn 31431]

2 hours ago, InkaUtexas said:

Grand dad (dad's step father) used to let me have a Pearl when we cruised around the trailer park near Lover's Lane in Dallas. For some reason about 2PM he always had to go fix something.

Grandmother (mom's side) would have me carry an extra pack of Lark cigarettes when we went into Boston for the day in case she ran out.

No wonder my dad thought the jungles of Vietnam were a good option and mom said fuck this, kids are growing up in Central America.

 

Where is there a trailer park near Lovers Lane?

[G650 14229]

7 hours ago, RDCanecutter said:

I see a real shortage of childhood memories about getting to ride on top of the tool box in the back of the truck. Good times. I'm surprised Daddy didn't give me a cigarette to smoke while I was back there.

That was second only to riding around in the back window of grandma's Ford LTD.