nope,it clicked when i read Rusty's post. Looks like the consensus is that I should take a hit for the team, @Ksqsmoking;s choice, I don't want to deprive Rusty of his insight, covert as it was.
I don’t think I have enough context or inter forum dynamics knowledge yet to know who to send the fvcking sticks to now. Lol. And, I think that little war dude I smoked from @ShawnOL was laced with something.
Mary's Club is the oldest strip club in Portland, Oregon, and among the oldest in the United States. In 1954, Roy Keller bought the business from Mary Duerst Hemming, who owned and operated Mary's as a piano bar beginning in the 1930s.
Long before Mary's from the mid-1870s through the 1890s, as Portland grew into the largest regional shipping and commercial center south of Seattle, a number of brothels and "parlor houses" became part of the city’s landscape. Most bordellos were north of Burnside Street, on the North End, but Nancy Boggs established one of hers on the Willamette River. The legend of Boggs’s floating brothel survives through the work of Stewart Holbrook, a self-proclaimed "low-brow" historian and writer. Calling Boggs the Madame of the Willamette River.
Pubic wigs (called Merkins) were worn by ladies of the evening as early as the 1820's in Oregon. The reason for this accessory was that pubic hair was considered popular and attractive, but risqué workers shaved their lowers to avoid pubic lice and used merkin to cover up STD’s from their clients.
Today, Merkins are often worn by Hipsters around Hawthorne.
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Before anybody beats me to it, I want to share something I found as I became suspicious of the photo. According to Snopes, merkins are real, but the photograph is not, it’s a fake, meticulously staged using period photographic equipment.
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I can't recall if I ever told this story so forgive me if it sounds familiar, and I couldn't think of a good thread to add it to, so I also ask forgiveness in advance if I have overlooked the perfect spot.
A couple of decades ago I was working as a deckhand on towboats just like the ones Ricky pilots up and down the river. I worked out there for five years before family-life circumstances persuaded me to get a "bank job". That's a phrase rivermen said when someone got off the water and worked somewhere beyond the "banks" of the river. Sometime towards the end of my time on the water we were on the TN river down in Alabama with our regular crew, most of us had been together for a few years at this point. We were locking through Guntersville lock northbound sometime after midnight in patchy fog that rolled up on the bank due to the nearby rock bluff. We had to break tow to get through the 600-foot chamber, so we had one lone deckhand out on the upper lock wall with the first cut Sam, and two back with the boat and the second cut. The Nina was tied up for the night at a small dock on the bank out from the lock wall maybe 400 feet in distance. When the fog would part we could see the Nina and I knew Sam had to have seen it too. I also knew that Sam would assume we had seen it. I told the deckhand with me about the Nina. How I had once seen it up close and noted how spooky it looked in the fog, like a ghostship. I say hey, "When we meet up with Sam at the cut, act like you didn't see it". And I asked our pilot Wayne to play along. I had recently heard on the news of the Nina being in the area and I took a chance that Sam had never heard of it, ever. My plan was to gaslight him into thinking he was seeing things. The weather conditions cooperated spectacularly. The slight breeze kept the fog rolling in and there was no time while Sam was standing together with us that we could all see it at the same time. He didn't have the chance to point at it and say, "Right there, you tellin' me you can't see that?" The only time he saw it he was alone. And during the entire time we were working to put the tow back together we denied having seen it while the fog continued to keep it hidden. All this time we were quizzing him. "What you say you saw looked like pirate ship? For real? How? Any peg legged pirates? Ha! Have we ever even seen a boat like that out here on the river in all these years? No dude, never. Have you ever hallucinated before? Seen ghosts?" I also brought up the phenomenon of ghostships for good measure. The fog stayed on the bank hiding our ghostship but was clear enough out in the channel for us to shove out and we were gone before anybody could get another look at it. Wayne, our pilot was a good actor and convincingly and matter-of-factly denied it too. That sealed the deal. We really had Sam rattled. He stopped insisting we were lying. He completely stopped talking and that was actually spooky because Sam ran his mouth always. I can't recall how much time we waited, maybe an hour, but he was genuinely relieved when I finally fessed up. These days when I hear news about the Nina docking here or there to admit visitors and I remember fondly the best gag I ever pulled on the river.
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Wrong thread, but winner winner chicken dinner. I need your address.
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....... This looks like someone who knew but didn't answer.........
nope,it clicked when i read Rusty's post. Looks like the consensus is that I should take a hit for the team, @Ksqsmoking;s choice, I don't want to deprive Rusty of his insight, covert as it was.
I don’t think I have enough context or inter forum dynamics knowledge yet to know who to send the fvcking sticks to now. Lol. And, I think that little war dude I smoked from @ShawnOL was laced with something.
The obstacle is the way.
well, since Rusty likely didn't want to win, send them to me. Sorry I ratted you out @Rdp77
This is why I don't post anything anymore; you'll end up winning something and who wants that?
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Let's eat, GrandMa. / Let's eat GrandMa. -- Punctuation saves lives
It'll be fine once the swelling goes down.
Dry begging a win?
Mary's Club is the oldest strip club in Portland, Oregon, and among the oldest in the United States. In 1954, Roy Keller bought the business from Mary Duerst Hemming, who owned and operated Mary's as a piano bar beginning in the 1930s.
Long before Mary's from the mid-1870s through the 1890s, as Portland grew into the largest regional shipping and commercial center south of Seattle, a number of brothels and "parlor houses" became part of the city’s landscape. Most bordellos were north of Burnside Street, on the North End, but Nancy Boggs established one of hers on the Willamette River. The legend of Boggs’s floating brothel survives through the work of Stewart Holbrook, a self-proclaimed "low-brow" historian and writer. Calling Boggs the Madame of the Willamette River.
Pubic wigs (called Merkins) were worn by ladies of the evening as early as the 1820's in Oregon. The reason for this accessory was that pubic hair was considered popular and attractive, but risqué workers shaved their lowers to avoid pubic lice and used merkin to cover up STD’s from their clients.
Today, Merkins are often worn by Hipsters around Hawthorne.
*
Before anybody beats me to it, I want to share something I found as I became suspicious of the photo. According to Snopes, merkins are real, but the photograph is not, it’s a fake, meticulously staged using period photographic equipment.
The guy's got a merkin on his face, so it has to be fake.
Right! That was my first clue.
I
I can't recall if I ever told this story so forgive me if it sounds familiar, and I couldn't think of a good thread to add it to, so I also ask forgiveness in advance if I have overlooked the perfect spot.
A couple of decades ago I was working as a deckhand on towboats just like the ones Ricky pilots up and down the river. I worked out there for five years before family-life circumstances persuaded me to get a "bank job". That's a phrase rivermen said when someone got off the water and worked somewhere beyond the "banks" of the river. Sometime towards the end of my time on the water we were on the TN river down in Alabama with our regular crew, most of us had been together for a few years at this point. We were locking through Guntersville lock northbound sometime after midnight in patchy fog that rolled up on the bank due to the nearby rock bluff. We had to break tow to get through the 600-foot chamber, so we had one lone deckhand out on the upper lock wall with the first cut Sam, and two back with the boat and the second cut. The Nina was tied up for the night at a small dock on the bank out from the lock wall maybe 400 feet in distance. When the fog would part we could see the Nina and I knew Sam had to have seen it too. I also knew that Sam would assume we had seen it. I told the deckhand with me about the Nina. How I had once seen it up close and noted how spooky it looked in the fog, like a ghostship. I say hey, "When we meet up with Sam at the cut, act like you didn't see it". And I asked our pilot Wayne to play along. I had recently heard on the news of the Nina being in the area and I took a chance that Sam had never heard of it, ever. My plan was to gaslight him into thinking he was seeing things. The weather conditions cooperated spectacularly. The slight breeze kept the fog rolling in and there was no time while Sam was standing together with us that we could all see it at the same time. He didn't have the chance to point at it and say, "Right there, you tellin' me you can't see that?" The only time he saw it he was alone. And during the entire time we were working to put the tow back together we denied having seen it while the fog continued to keep it hidden. All this time we were quizzing him. "What you say you saw looked like pirate ship? For real? How? Any peg legged pirates? Ha! Have we ever even seen a boat like that out here on the river in all these years? No dude, never. Have you ever hallucinated before? Seen ghosts?" I also brought up the phenomenon of ghostships for good measure. The fog stayed on the bank hiding our ghostship but was clear enough out in the channel for us to shove out and we were gone before anybody could get another look at it. Wayne, our pilot was a good actor and convincingly and matter-of-factly denied it too. That sealed the deal. We really had Sam rattled. He stopped insisting we were lying. He completely stopped talking and that was actually spooky because Sam ran his mouth always. I can't recall how much time we waited, maybe an hour, but he was genuinely relieved when I finally fessed up. These days when I hear news about the Nina docking here or there to admit visitors and I remember fondly the best gag I ever pulled on the river.
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