Let's not forget.....Ripple!
NFR Humor (No political jokes)
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In the 80’s it was Boones Farm for the ladies.
Beware of Mister Fog
When I was pulled over for speeding, I told the officer, "I'm sorry, but the road seemed clear, and..." "How would you have reacted if M...
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Annie Greensprings, too.
While running a Montana country bar many years ago, I caught a guy trying to open the till. When he charged at me, I grabbed a bottle that was close-to-hand and leveled him. As he held a bar rag to his head when the deputies got him to his feet, the guy asked "What did you hit me with?" I replied "Boones Farm . . . Plum Hollow." How appropriate . . .
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A conspiracy theorist dies and ascends to heaven. God is there to greet him and explains that as part of the celestial welcome, he will answer any question the man has.
“Please, I must know the answer to this one,” the man says, “who killed John F. Kennedy?” God answers instantly, “That’s easy: Lee Harvey Oswald.” Shocked, the man murmurs, “This goes higher than I had thought!”
“Please, I must know the answer to this one,” the man says, “who killed John F. Kennedy?” God answers instantly, “That’s easy: Lee Harvey Oswald.” Shocked, the man murmurs, “This goes higher than I had thought!”
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FinLuver
Native Oregonian…1846
Don’t forget TJ Swan and Bartles & James.
Annie Greensprings Berry Frost , first, and last wine I ever got drunk on , that cured me drinking that stuff . What a hangover .
Nonsense.
Speaking as a lady of the 80s; it was Andre and wine coolers.
At least until we got to college, anyway
FinLuver
Native Oregonian…1846
Lower right…Sam Kinison
Well, I’ve had experiences with most mentioned so far. My proudest moment though involved Sloe Gin. At a North Kitsap party I sweet talked a (year older) cheerleader and offered her a ride (in my 58 Volkswagen, yeah, I was a stud!). She accepted and I was certain this was the night. Somewhere between party A and party B, she blew her cookies (likely a 5th of sloe gin) at 50mph (about top speed for a 58 VW with huge snow tires. Call it a PNW “dune buggy”.) Being the gentleman I am I delivered this passed out beauty to her parents door and split like a burglar. So much for cheerleaders. It was a colorful cleanup next day.
Hmmm - Deja vue? Cheerleader, Sloe Gin, '63 Impala, same pre-empted evening plans and technicolor upchuck . . .