From the school that produced Bob Costas and Marv Albert; the above story checks out.
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In essence, yes. The vacumn cleaner was a kids science kit so it was miniature. Suction attached to the bowl, exhaust into the beer ball. Guy that created it was busted at the syracuse Airport in 86 picking up 26 pounds of weed shipped from Arizona. Lots of weird shit went down, lots of fun times as well. Quite a bit of overlap.
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Yup. If you are only trying to survive and eat tasty food that’s bad for you it’s the perfect exit plan for the Apocalypse. I’m already set up like you outline above. Cosign. It’s one of my two exit plans, the one I will use if the world is on fire. Plus who would ever look for you there?
My exit plan if the world is intact is to move to the Caribbean and sell Red Stripe on the beach.
Took me a while to get used to Toga when I lived there.
This story seems pertinent to the discussion. On one hand it reinforces the rattlesnakes=upstate equation but it also shows how close Rockland County is to the city since the victim was evacuated by an NYPD helicopter to a city hospital.
http://hudsonvalley.news12.com/story/42300178/nypd-aviation-rescues-woman-bit-by-rattlesnake-in-harriman-state-park?
A good friend is from Malone. I've been there a couple times. No matter how you slice it, Malone is upstate. Hell it's almost in Ontario.
Helos and cops aside- regarding the cab situation, I feel your pain there. Multiple times I attempted to stage a sit-in protest in the back of a yellow cab that wouldn’t drive me back to the Bronx. Of course, every time my wife talked me out of it and secured alternative transportation. She’s so sensible.
i have a remarkably similar story where my aunt prevented me from making a very large fool of myself trying to head to brooklyn. i think back and cringe, it was so bad and could have been so much worse. one of those things where sometimes even when you’re in the right, there are no winners. live and learn, i hope!
No. I have an aunt that insists we’re 1/16 Native American but I’m pretty sure she’s full of shit. These were simple “I’m never gonna find a fare for the return trip up there” incidents.
Yeah, you nailed it. Hopefully I’ve learned something over the years. No guarantees though.
This actually begs the question: who is more better-equipped to determine what Upstate is?
The bridge and tunnel crowd?
Those actually living in the City (Manhattan only you poors)?
Those actually residing in points Upstate?
Western New Yorkers/Bills Mafioso/Ontario?
The TRG brain trust?
the latter, duh
Oh, ok, just asking. That's probably why you made it to the back seat. I drove a NYC taxi, and, yeah, outer borough trips sucked, so you avoided them big time. Gypsy territory.
If you wanted to fuck with the dude, never leave the cab and call the cops, just to waste his time. Take his number and report him. That actually works sometime.
I'd like to see a National Geographic expedition take on this last-best quest: to finally map and discover Upstate NY. Kinda like a Lewis+Clark journey, but with Bmills, Timba, Otzi, and Benny. Maybe throw in Fast Fred as a wild card, or Stu Gotz. Butter's neighbor Kenny Burns can make the film about it, and Joe Pesci can narrate the journal entries the crew writes down every night by the fire while blitzed out of their mimds:
August 17, 2020
Meriwether Benny
there were three beaver taken this morning by the party. the men prefer the flesh of this anamal, to that of any other which we have, or are able to procure at this moment. I eat very heartily of the beaver myself, and think it excellent; particularly the tale, and liver. i wash it down with liquids from Matt's balls, which was bland and flat but the a favorite of the locals so i swallow heartily
I submit that the last great frontier was never AK, it was simply Upstate New York.