Originally posted by watizname
One night many years ago, we were returning to Chivato after dinner and maybe a couple of margaritas too many when we spotted a crooked old loner pole
on top of a little hill the highway had been cut thru. Hung a U, and my buddy and I ran up the hill, wiggled it back and forth for about 10 minutes,
to free it , and lugged it to my truck. Luckily it was downhill to the truck, it was all we could do to carry it, it was so heavy, and we were
laughing so hard. It's still in front of his casa, and unlike my friend Meany and I, it hasn't changed at all, after all these years. Ahhh, the
fun we had. |