tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368299072362677030.post3183120043824877438..comments2023-11-03T05:21:43.713-04:00Comments on BlastFurniss: Hodgepodge of CrapBlast Furnisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05714477320308816604noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368299072362677030.post-47712139828442545232008-05-06T13:37:00.000-04:002008-05-06T13:37:00.000-04:00Good luck selling your house by the way...this fre...Good luck selling your house by the way...this freakin' market is terrible. Friday's paper had more foreclosure notices than Saturday's real estate section had houses for sale. I look forward to one day soon helping you christen the Marion location of the Beer Cave. I might even have some vinyl to donate to the decor.<BR/><BR/>I don't frequent any of the area watering holes. I generally run into someone I loathe or someone I once had intimate relations with...both meetings are awkward and unpleasant and I don't care for them. Maybe one day I'll win the lottery and be able to live in isolation like Thoreau....I'll rear my head only to attend rock concerts.Blast Furnisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05714477320308816604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368299072362677030.post-54370731525213564102008-05-06T13:22:00.000-04:002008-05-06T13:22:00.000-04:00In Galion, if you want to drink a beer outside of ...In Galion, if you want to drink a beer outside of your home, you pretty much have to join one of the animal clubs. The bar area has all the atmosphere of a cafeteria, I spent a year as an officer and tried to get them to jazz it up a bit. But, like you said, most of the people there are of the golden generation and no one wanted any kind of change.<BR/><BR/>That's when I said to hell with it and built The Beer Cave and just stayed home...O.M.O.M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02946409382003534155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368299072362677030.post-74017191894001755192008-05-06T12:28:00.000-04:002008-05-06T12:28:00.000-04:00And just think, as much as we hated high school we...And just think, as much as we hated high school we had it easy in someways...we both were centrists...we got along with the real popular kids and the kids who were the complete social misfits. Just imagine if we resided at the bottom rung on the ladder...would have been even more brutal.<BR/><BR/>I always enjoyed the fact that most of the really popular people, the ones who thought they were much better than everyone, end up selling insurance. Its usually the dweebs who end up making tons of money. <BR/><BR/>I zone out of nearly every story that starts out "remember when..."<BR/><BR/>No shite...the Elks? I'm not making fun I just didn't realize they accepted members under the age of 75. I'm still of the mindset that I don't wanna be part of any group that would accept me as a member.Blast Furnisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05714477320308816604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368299072362677030.post-92091774815354194642008-05-06T12:02:00.000-04:002008-05-06T12:02:00.000-04:00err, joined the Elks and became an officer. Stupi...err, joined the Elks and became an officer. Stupid typosO.M.O.M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02946409382003534155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368299072362677030.post-84080535094200555822008-05-06T12:01:00.000-04:002008-05-06T12:01:00.000-04:00I live in Galion, the city where the best times of...I live in Galion, the city where the best times of everyone's lives was high school. I'm dead serious when I say this. Every school, sports, festival/function we go to in this town when we meet new people, they ask us this question within the first 5 minutes: "So what year did you graduate high school?" I tell them and they reply, "Hmmm, I don't remember you at all..." I then reply that my wife and I did not graduate from Galion and they quickly reply, "Ohhh, I see." Then they quit talking to us.<BR/><BR/>A few years back, I joined the Elks club and became an office as an attempt to meet some new people in this horrific little burg. Every conversation was along the lines of, "Remember that basketball/football/baseball game back in our junior year (1982) that you scored 20 points in?"<BR/><BR/>I finally told them that I hated high school and my years since have been much more exciting and fun. No one would talk to me after that...<BR/><BR/>We're putting our house on the market this month before our kids get trapped for life in this craphole.O.M.O.M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02946409382003534155noreply@blogger.com