We should all share something about ourselves on Viva, never told on the Zone.

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You can share whatever you want.  Something very emotional, or a simple laugh at yourself kind of thing.  

 

I will go first.  When I was 12 years old my father had an affair with his secretary.  I didn't believe it when my mother told me.  They seemed happily married.  Came home from school one day, and found my mother crying in the kitchen.  Thus, I asked her what was going on.  She told me about the affair, and that my father had moved out.  I didn't believe her.  Went into total shock, and spent the night staring at my ceiling fan.  The next morning my mother knocked on my door at sunrise, and told me to come with her.  I quickly got dressed, and we got in the car and drove to my father's secretaries house.  My mother drove right through the front yard, and didn't stop until we were parked on her front porch, a foot away from the front door.  My mother started honking the horn.  Sure enough with in a few seconds my father opens the door wearing a robe, with shaving cream on his face. My life changed drastically that morning.  What doesn't kills us makes us stronger.

 

Please share Zoners.  Can be a fun story, like the time I ran a snake up a grain auger that hit my Grandfather in the head.  Emotional healing, and good times ahead Viva heads.  

I once found a dead body next to the railroad tracks in Tucson. Poor dude still had the needle in his arm. I had weed in my pocket

when reporting the find to a passing police officer and received a citation. No thank you from the cop or anything. He treated me

like I had stuck the needle in dude's vein.

Thankfully it wasn't Phoenix. Possession of cannabis was a felony in Maricopa County at the time. Even something as small

as a gram, a seed or even a pipe. In Pima County it was a ticket-able offense.

 

So of course I skipped the court date and forgot all about it. Five years later I'm in front of a Burger King kicking down some change

to a beggar for food. I turn to head into the restaurant to buy lunch and the manager is there telling the both of us to leave.

There is no begging here... Little did I know verbal assault is a crime in Arizona punishable by arrest. I curse the manager out up

and down informing her I was on my way inside to buy lunch. She can forget it now. I'm leaving. I wasn't the one spare changing!

She calls the cops and I am arrested a mile down the road.

Not for verbal assault though. For a bench warrant five years earlier in Tucson... Shit on by the law twice for doing the right thing.

Screw Whitey!

 

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See how easy it is to make your paragraphs legible, Tulsa???

 

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I will work on it Zippy.  

 

 

When I was sixteen I was almost forced into a shotgun wedding.  Luckily it was her uncles all along, and I got out of that one.  

Oklahoma is a strange place.

 

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Never told on the zone because I wasn't signed up: fixed that right quick.

When I was like 3 or 4, I was playing with my older brother's hampster and it made an interesting squeak when I dropped it. 

It only made that squeak one more time, then it would not squeak any more no matter how many time I dropped it again.

Sorry Brother! I didn't know squeaky toys could break so easy until I got a dog..................

I am ashamed of myself, still am to this day.

Bump for maximum visibility.

 

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It wasn't shaving cream

LMFAO

 

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When I was about seven years old my sister had a cockatoo.  She loved the bird.  Cockatoo's  are not easy to teach how to talk.  My sister could get it to say hello, and thank you.  One day

  my father and I came home early for some reason.  We were the only ones there.  A loud commotion was coming from my sisters room.  The cat had knocked the bird cage down from the

ceiling.  The cat had  both paws inside the cage, and the bird was almost dead.  My father grabbed the cat, and threw it down the stairs as hard as he could.  When it hit the door at the bottom of the stairs, bam

the cat suffered a head injury, and died.So now we have a dead bird, and cat on our hands.  My father quickly loaded them in the trunk of the car.  We drove to a convenient store close by, and he threw them in

the dumpster. My father decided to tell them that when we got home the bird was dead, from natural causes, and the cat was probably simply hanging out outside somewhere.  I went with his lie, and never told

my sister what happened.  My father can be a real prick.  

You should tell your sister what really happened. Remember how Kirley never told his aunt that his father killed 

her husband in a fist fight? He even lied to the cops. You don't wanna grow up to be Kirley do you?

 

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>>>>>Something very emotional

 

 

WTH ?

 

 

HA HA !

Good point Zippy.  Would make for good conversation at the Christmas day dinner.  Plus I could finally clear my conscious.  

Real men love cats.

 

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I guess my dad is not a real man.  He has always hated cats.  I am not a big fan of cats, but I wouldn't kill one.  

Yeah, I'd go so far as to say he deserves jail time. That story turns my stomach.

 

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He just lost his temper over the bird and accidently killed the cat, the cat killing the bird was no accident.

When i was around 9 or 10 we would take my Dads dodge duster out at night, we had this fake flashing light, so we would drive around pulling people over then drive by laughing hysterically.

We also had a 69 mustang convertible and were smart enough not to take that. Then around the same time period we had this most excellent high pressure fire extinguisher, we would cruise around looking for kids hanging out on the street and slink by and blast them, then again drive off laughing hysterically.

my parents never liked cats as pets but always had cats around

when you grow up on a farm in ireland or the bronx you can appreciate cats. the cats were always fed and cared for just like you put gas in your car.

my mom used to rip the heads off chickens too. i always pictured cutting the head off a chicken on a farm but she says it was much easier just to rip the birds head off.

Mother knows best.

Lol^

The whole dead bird, and cat thing gave me night mares for years.  My father is an attorney, and had a short temper when he was young.  I remember him punching holes in the walls when OU would lose a football game.  He is mellow now.  Never hit me or my sisters, but we knew better than to piss him off.  I am glad he cheated on my mother.  They divorced after that, and I am a better man for it.  

Okay a fun story.  When I was in the tenth grade there was a really hot chick living a neighborhood away from me.  We were in AP history together, and became friends.  I always wanted more, She

simply wanted a ride to and from school.  This continued all the way through our senior  year.  She dated older guys.  Out of school, that  managed restaurants she worked at.  A couple months

before graduation I was going to get my senior pictures after school.  When I started to take the left turn to take her to her house she said hey why don't we go to your house.  I was so dumb I

responded with why.  She said I don't want to see my little brother right now.  Thus, we went to my house.  She fucked my brains out.  Probably only lasted five minutes, but damn sure put a smile

on my face.  You know senior pictures are always hanging in all of your relatives house, or pop up from time to time.  I have the best smile on my face.  Every time I see one the fist thought that

enters my head is her riding me on the water bed.  We never did it again, or spoke of it again.  Ass, Cash, or Grass no one rides for free.  :)

Hey Ed when I lived over in Ireland my mother would use a kitchen knife.put bird between her knees grab it's head and cut it off . Took more than a few back and forth strokes! 

Hey Willie my great grandmother, and grandmother would step on a chickens head, and pull the head off.  The chiken would run around for a while with no head before dropping dead.  We would eat the chicken for dinner.  Using a knife, Please.  

Lol,sounds like a better way to dispatch the bird!

I once slaughtered and cleaned a couple of chickens.

I ate almost no poultry for a decade after. I'd cut off the head and all the others would start pecking at it. Nasty, feral creatures those chickens are.

 ^^^^^....Fist thought....freudian slip fist?

>>>>He just lost his temper over the bird and accidently killed the cat, the cat killing the bird was no accident.

>>>>My father grabbed the cat, and threw it down the stairs as hard as he could.  When it hit the door at the bottom of the stairs, bam

 

Accident? Nah...

 

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Yes Fog, sorry but I must agree with Zippy on this one.  Cats have an instinct to kill birds.  Humans kill cats because they are dicks.  Humans don't eat cats.  Cats eat birds.  I think you get

the difference.  My Dad was probably fucking one of his co workers at that time as well.  lol  My Dad isn't a bad person, simply doesn't like cats, and enjoys cheating on his wives.  He has mellowed in his old age.  He is very 

competitive and really wanted my son to be a big time sports player.  My son is not into sports.  My Dad is proud that he is into Orchestra, and Student Council.  I saw him earlier today, and he

asked what my son wanted for Christmas.  I told him a new Chess board.  He got really excited that he was involved in anything competitive.  I bet he spends several hundred dollars on the Chess

set.  My father doesn't play chess.  I bet he will also buy a book for himself to learn the rules.  

That is mighty white of him.

 

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That is mighty white of him.>>>>

 

 

Zippy that is like the calling a spade a spade comment.  Racist.  Sorry but had to call you out on that one.  

I'm a redneck from Alaska. This is the country up here. Deal with it, honky.

 

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My father was raised in a small town in Kansas.  The town had two swimming pools when he was a kid, one for white folks, and one for the black kids.  He used to use the N word during all sporting 

events.  He has really changed over the last 20 years.  My grandfather died of alcoholism when my father was 40 years old.  I was five years old, and don't really remember him.  The things I do 

remember are not good.  Then my uncle died of alcoholism when my father was 65 years old.  My father doesn't drink.  He voted for Hillary, but would have much rather voted for Bernie.  He is not a

racist.  I am sure some of it is still in his head from his childhood, but he isn't racist.  Has a couple of pictures of Obama in his office.  Felt kind of good to say something nice about him.  

My step dad beat racism into me. I could never bring any of my Latino friends home. He would flip out. That dude was the

biggest bigot I will ever meet. He's dead now. Died on Groundhog Day a few years ago. I now celebrate February 2nd 

like a major holiday. Hated that man. He would constantly tell racist jokes and use racial slurs. I was close to his

daughter. She died on April Fools day this year. Took a long time to exorcise those racism demons out of me. Mocking 

it helps.

 

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I know you are not truly a racist Zippy.  Most people are not anymore, but one thing we learned from the Obama years, and the election is that racism is still very real. and there

are way to many racist red neck assholes out there.  

Tulsa, I was obviously using a sarcastic remark that is as tame as they come. Nothing racist about it what so ever.

Save the trolling for Facebook.

 

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Tulsa, I like your "paragraphs".

"Paragraphs" lulz. Yeah, pretty lazy typing there, Baller. j/k

 

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Surfdead I am working on the paragraphs.  Zippy is helping me.  

What I do is I hit return a word or two before the end of the line. Then it starts another line. We never had to do that on the

old zone but the formatting here is different. What you are doing it hitting return too late and it jumbles all together unevenly.

 

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I know what the problem is.  Sometimes I am to lazy to go back and fix the mistakes, but I am getting better.  

You don't have to hit return unless you want to start a new line or paragraph, you can just keep typing and it will go to the next line. If you want to start a new line or paragraph and you care about spacing, take a tip from this (copied from formatting):

Hold down the shift key while pressing return to go down just one line
Otherwise, use just the return key for a paragraph break, a 1 1/2 line space.

There is no shift key on an iPhone. The reason I hit return to go to the next line is because it makes the post easier to read.

The default font is too damn small and the way the paragraphs bunch up it makes it difficult to read. That never happened on .org

FYI most of the banter between me and Tulsa is sarcastic. We are mutually busting on each other.

 

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We are mutually busting on each other.

 

Are we doing phrasing?

Seems like I'm doing my rounds today. Tim, I have no interest in ever speaking to you again. Take the hint. The old page is gone.

Move on. 

 

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Great news baller

 

BTW it was a pop culture reference that I guess went over your head since most of yours are from the mid 90s.

 

Good luck in Alaska.  Good to hear your not a complete bum anymore.  Yours is truly one of the great dbmb stories.

Fuck yourself, troll. Clear enough for you? 

 

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Got it man.  It's how I've always felt about you too.

 

I'm glad to hear you're doing better and wish you the best.  Keep on living the dream.

Leave me alone. Last warning.

 

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Got it Zip.  I'm still going to be posting here, possibly on the same thread as you.  I hope that's okay.  I mean since you're out of warnings and all.

I have now repeatedly asked you to leave me alone. You chose to blatantly disregard the rules here.

Take responsibility for your choices. You have been reported.

 

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>>> been reported

 

HA HA

 

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You just insulted yourself. When you put asterix around a word it relates to your action or emotion. In the early days of

the Interweb before emoji that was the only way to emote. So in effect you just called yourself a loser. I'd have to

disagree. You are most likely a winner. Don't be so hard on yourself.

The days of flame wars and trolling are over...

 

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Zippy telling someone to follow the rules. These must be the end times!

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Yup. I have evolved. You will be assimilated.

 

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I hope that doesn't mean I'll have to start sleeping in raccoon pee.

Good luck with your report Zipster.  

Hilarious!  Zippy giving literacy lessons again. This place never ceases to amaze me!  

No raccoons in Alaska. Thank God! btw I think that was actually cat piss. I said it might have been coon piss for a laugh.

 

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Zippy I am glad to see you around.  You keep things entertaining, and can handle the trolls.  Good work today with puss and boots.  

>>>>>>>You keep things entertaining

unlike you

We had a Manx cat named boots when I was a kid. She had upwards of 70 litters of kittens. Of course I was the one who

had to sit in front of the grocery store and either sell them or give them away.  At the end of her life she was so tired of 

taking care of babies she would just smother them to death. At least one or two kittens every other litter would be

born deformed. One we called frogger because it's back legs were spread out like a frog. She was probably

copulating with her offspring at that point. Very disturbing that we never got her fixed.

 

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By the way, if you can't tell that Tulsa Chris is playing a part in an elaborate musical then you are not very bright. 

 

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I remember when Slacker was mildly entertaining and relevant. Now she's just a shameless troll.

 

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>>>>>>>Tulsa Chris is playing a part 

lennie small

At least Lennie was kind. I haven't read that book in years but I seem to remember the other guy was a dick.

 

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I don't know if he was a dick or not, simply trying to take care of his friend.  Cats do die strange deaths.  Like when they crawl under a hood to stay warm.  This

happened to my mother and I shortly after she dumped my dad, and went from a big house to a two bedroom apartment.  I was going through puberty, and not

in a good spot in my life.  Anyway I get me Mom up to take me to school, so I won't get detention again, and she starts the engine.  We here this loud screaching.  

I tell her to turn it off.  She starts backing up instead, and the car dies.  There was a cat stuck in the fan belt.  Still alive, but not happy.  The neighbors that own the

cat come out, and are crying.  No cell phones so we ask somebody to call 911.  A cop shows up, and puts on a leather glove, and strangles the cat to death.  I still

got detention, and the neighbors never spoke to us again.  Poor cats, they get killed in the most awful ways.  

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Slacker, Slacker, Slacker, oh yes I am.  Are you having a good day?  

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Slacker would you like to talk?  Tell us a story about your life.  I am all ears.  

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Slacker if you are missing the old Zone, I don't blame you, but the times are a changing. Please tell us a story.  I know nothing of your life.  

Dear Slacker won't you come out and play?  For realz I would like to know more about you.  Please share something.  We all have a dead cat story somewhere in our life.

https://www.domainsbyproxy.com/Default.aspx

This is the domain host that is hosting that forum. I filed a claim with them reporting it as a troll page.

 

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Don't you worry Zippy.  I have connections with the Russians, and the site will be taken down soon.  J/K

lulz

 

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Zippy I have not looked at the site in over a month.  If there really are truly fake Tulsa's there, then I don't care.  I am only 46 years old, and have decided to get out of the

troll game.  

A likely story.

 

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I know it sounds like a likely story, but I am going to do me best.  

I bet the cold doesn't make women want to shave in certain areas.  You are there, and like that kind of thing.  Possibly you have found a home for years.  Good luck.

I'm saving myself for a nice Amish girl.

 

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A nice Amish girl would be nice.  I like to watch T.V. so how would that work?