“Last night I went to another town to visit a friend who just moved there. A bunch of us went out for some beers and shoot pool, and when we got there I bought the first round of drinks.

While waiting for the bartender for my second beer, a dude with us, lets call him Doug, came up and told me it was my break (a new game of pool). So I gave him a bill to cover my drink and asked him to get it for me.

Well, after I broke the rack, I went back to wait in line for my drink. Frankly, I thought he'd buy my beer, 'cause I just bought him one earlier. He paid for all his and my drink with his bill and slipped mine into his pocket...handed me my beer and walked away.

I let it go for about a half an hour, and then HAD to ask for my change. Although my bill would've paid for 2 beers and a tip...and I'll be damned if I buy a person a beer then practically give him enough money for another drink.

During that whole scenario, I could just picture Jerry explaining to Elaine, George and Kramer the very same set of circumstances.”

“That happens to me all the time, except it's the "who's gunna start a tab on there credit card" routine. And then you get dissed when it comes time to pay up. Everyone is like "I only had one beer".

I spent $50 last night and only drank a couple beers myself. It's expensive as hell around here (DC area). $5.00 a beer, mixed drinks are anywhere from $5 to $8. Total BS if you ask me. Dope is cheaper than beer around here.”

“Dugs f*ck you up!”

“Dugs f*ck you up!”

“I thought this was a forum about backpacking?”

“i used to LOVE dig dug!”

“Drugs do f#ck you up, and that is why we do them!”

“Drugs do f#ck you up, and that is why we do them!”

“The nother day a BIG JURK got on our website and he wuz postin' weeerd stuf and it skeert me so I sed "What are you doin on our website you man?" And he was skeert and did not wanna play rite and he sayed "I am Tarpalla frum Jerry Mathers." Or sumthin like dat. And I sayed "Whut? Is you on bad nasty drugs? Or is you just a icky mean smelly butt man?"

Know whut? I don't care!

do:3”

“I dance like Elaine.”

“I just got back from a nap, that was sweeeeeeeeeeet! I was so hung over this morning, GOD DARN IT!”

“The thread about nothing.”

“I was at lunch today with 2 other sales reps that I work with. we each had similar lunches and the bill came to 24 bucks including the tip. I threw in a 20 and the other guy threw in 8 bucks. the third need change. we went to the counter paid the bill. he got change for a 20 and gave me a 5. I'm still shaking my head saying wa da fu. My mistake, next time I will play the Kramer and acidentally not have any money when it's time to cough it up.”

“I semi-resemble Elaine when my hair is permed. Had an ex-boyfriend who resembled Jerry. Boy, did the "slow" kid at Taco Bell drive-up ever have fun!!!

"Seen Kramer?" he'd always ask, never getting sick of it, and always about doubling over in laughter at his "joke."

Hmmmmm... I think his badge said "Tarpie."”

“So tell us, lizs, was he sponge worthy? mooooooHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Last night, while setting up a live shot in a parking lot, I had three cars full of teenagers start circling me. All the occupants were hollering "hellll-loooo"- from the episode where Jerry's girlfriend breaks up with him for saying "helll-loooo" in that voice.

So after about 30 seconds of hellll-loooos they drove off. That was kind of seinfeldish.”

“A while back "Lawrence of Arabia" was on TV and my ten year old son wanders in.
He gets a load af Peter O'Toole prancing about with his white robes and pretty face and says, "That dude looks REALLY gay......not that there's anything wrong with it!"”

“No soup for you!”

“In walkindudes trip report he mentioned a fella swimming in the nude in mixed company. It reminded me of the Hamptons episode. "You mean they shrink?" "Like a scared turtle."”

“Ulvaaa???

Kleety, "sponge worthy", you are so bad!!!

My recent Seinfeld moment was created by myself. LG looks at me after our trip to CA. He says, "look, do you see that, I have a mark on my face? It looks to be a freckle from the sun.

At first, I played it down, then I remembered how he would grab a fat spot on me when I gained weight. So then, I looked at his nose again and starting saying, Helloooo. Hey, it's talking to me, Helloooo. It was funny, you'd have to be there.”

“I guess.”

“I looked in the mirror once while on acid and saw my reflection, but it was not me, it was a friend, and that friend was satan!”

“yeah that happened to me to but it was my bud next to me in the car tarpie. almost killed him that night. didn't stop me from doing cid again though. Just took a day off so I could get off the next time a little better.”

“I chipped a tooth on acid at the Helena Blues festival. That was kind of a downer, but it was still my best acid trip.

I was not born a Conservative.”

“hmmmmm... I thought Cockroach might post something about the B.O. Episode where the valet stunk up the car... Nothing like a stinky 'ole backpacker to *ripen* things up. ;o)”

“Speaking of satan and acid trips...A bunch of friends and I were having a trippy weekend at a cabin way back on a river, WAY BACK! The place is accessable only by high-clearance 4WD, followed by long hike once the trees get too thick to drive between.

It is an old hunting cabin in a beautiful location, overlooking one of the river's channels. An iron spiral staircase leads up to the roof and beautiful views of Sandhill Cranes at sunset.

We had many, many good times there. Always involving lots of psychedelics.

Occasionally other, uninvited, people would come stumbling into our little slice of heaven. They would somehow manage to find the place, knowing that we would probably be receptive to their offering of large quantities of beer. It was quite an undertaking to get any quantity of liquid to this location, but our adventures were the stuff of local legend, and everyone wanted to join.

We were a pretty tight group of friends and we tripped in the woods together regularly. These trips always involved "getting tribal". A lot of bind running through the woods, swimming through darkness, rolling in the mud, and barking at the moon. Not something that the un-prepared would want to step into.

On one occasion, a person, merely an acquaintance, made his way out there. We were just starting to get off, he had beer so we didn't turn him away. We drank, smoked, sang, chanted and enjoyed the evening. About midnight the tribal activities began.

Our "acquaintance" wasn't sure what was happening or what to do. As we started wandering back into camp, he was still there. Perhaps I should have mentioned earlier that his hair is bright red. Anyway, (this is told through an acid clouded memory) guess who was now sitting by our fire, in our place? Someone that no one knew, he was unfamiliar in all ways. It didn't take us long to realize that satan himself had invaded "our land".

We quickly re-grouped and organized ourselves into the fiercely territorial, and peace-loving, psychotics that we were. "Satan must die! Someone get the ropes!"

We tied him up and drug him down to the deepest channel we knew. And then we doused satan's fire in the cold and pure water of our anscestors.

Immediately after he hit the water, several of us snapped out of it and realized what we had just done. We jumped in the water and pulled him quickly and safely up on the bank.

We un-tied him, and, wide-eyed and terrified, he headed for town like a scalded hog.

Did I ever do acid again? Yes, many, many wonderful times. But our river retreats were much more private after that. We even had to start bringing our own beer.”

“Elaine, meeting a woman with that name, yells out "Stella!!" ala Marlon Brando.”

“Never look in the mirror while tripping. It's awful hard not to though. Driving isn't recommended either. Campfires are. Sitting under train overpasses while they rumble over is too.”

“How 'bout when Kramer takes dog medicine...starts to act like a dog. He witnesses a problem at the Old Mill Restaurant, runs to get the cops, "What is it boy?! Trouble at the old mill?!"”

“Well there's another example of religious stupidity: seeing the devil while tripping & almost murdering an innocent person because of it. [sigh]

Bacpac: I can't believe you ever took acid. Tell us what your younger pre-conservative years were like, because I find it hard to believe you weren't always a miserable, bitter crank.

Anyone ever try nutmeg? If you can't get ahold of any hallucinogens, buy a bunch of nutmeg cloves, grind them up, and eat the powder (choke it down) early in the morning on an empty stomach. Just don't make any other plans for the next 36 hours. It's worth trying at least once.”

“My sister tried nutmeg about thirty years ago.

Hmmmmm, bacpac trippin' and diggin' blues???
I don't know what makes people change horses in mid-stream.
Paranoid propaganda?????????????
Fear of the Reefer,....er, um, Reaper”

“LUBBA DUBBA TIMMY!”

“Is it OK if I do the several cloves of nutmeg in the form of it being on top of 40 pumpkin pies?

"Mmmmmmm, pie!"”

“Mr.Mutt...for someone who apparently has a beef against religion, you obviously enjoy the subject as there is a common theme (religion and, well... personal attacks) to practically ALL of your posts. You can't deny that fact!

Just an observation!”

“I still dig the blues.”

“It strikes me as odd that you never see Mutt post that Tom T. isn`t right there too!

Hmmmmmm!”

“Never say never, Big Foot!

OK bacpac, like me, you DO have SOME redeeming qualities.”

“True Tom T.!”

“Nigal, no need for nutmeg. 40 pumpkin pies is going to get you trippin' all by themselves. Trippin' to the throne that is.

Budder, yer right. So?

Bacpac: you used to be liberal, er, not conservative. you partook of recreational drugs. you like the blues. Looks like my name calling was uncalled for. If I only knew those three characteristics of you, I'd probably not dislike you.”

“I still have flashbacks of the "incident" in Vietnam with Georges Dad. That was some heavy sh*t, I wonder if the spice he used was nutmeg?”

“Mutt, that doesn't make you any less of a jerk. Your black and white mentality has really warped your ability to communicate.

At least I can still converse with the people I disagree with.”

“Urban sombrero!”

“Wrong thread, genius. LOL”

“Who's gonna turn down a Junior Mint? It's chocolate, it's peppermint -- it's *delicious*!!!”

“*Gulp*

"Did it go in?"”

“"Are you Master of your Domain?"

"I am King of the County. You?"

"Lord of the Manor."

"I'm Queen of the castle!"”