Us and Them (borrowed from new issue of Drake)

Tom Butler · Apr 4, 2024

I seem to end up here either way.

I can honestly answer yes,

twice, same chick. What is it about the crazy ones? And how are these two related?

Brute · Apr 5, 2024

Tom Butler said:
I seem to end up here either way.View attachment 109445I can honestly answer yes,View attachment 109446 twice, same chick. What is it about the crazy ones? And how are these two related?

Was she Brazilian…

Tom Butler · Apr 5, 2024

Brute said:
Was she Brazilian…

Italian. Didn't help I drank like an out of control Irishman. Can't remember why she tried to shoot me. The other one she didn't like the way I was talking to an ex at a party and she tried to run me down in the street. Luckily the police were on their way to bust the party so when they came around the corner I could let go of the wipers and get off the hood safely.

mcswny · Apr 5, 2024

Tom Butler said:
I could let go of the wipers and get off the hood safely.

You cant just casually slip this bit in and walk away

DerekWhipple · Apr 8, 2024

Brute said:
Was she Brazilian…

It's the toxoplasmosis.

HauntedByWaters · Apr 9, 2024

mcswny said:
You cant just casually slip this bit in and walk away

Tom is clearly an expert fisherman. He got us all hooked and doesn’t even care to reel us in. Sometimes you just need to enjoy being a fish on the end of a line, that is all you get.

Tom Butler · Apr 10, 2024

mcswny said:
You cant just casually slip this bit in and walk away

HauntedByWaters said:
Tom is clearly an expert fisherman. He got us all hooked and doesn’t even care to reel us in. Sometimes you just need to enjoy being a fish on the end of a line, that is all you get.

Well, it's probably pretty much what you would imagine. It was early one morning, after I had closed up the bar, and my current girlfriend who was a cocktail waitress and I went to a typical restaurant afterparty at a friends house. There were some people from several local establishments there, we all knew each other, drinking, smoking, doing coke. An ex-girlfriend was there, and we were still kind of friendly. I'm sure somewhere in my drug addled mind I was sure I could pull off a double. My current at the time girlfriend didn't like me talking to her at all, and stormed out. A bit later I walked out with a friend to smoke a bowl by his car. I was in the street, and next thing I know a car pulls out from the curb heading right at me. She wasn't up to speed yet, but I had nowhere to go but up. I found myself on the hood holding onto the wipers. We were heading down the street, but already near the end of the block. That's when the police started to turn the corner, and they were coming from the other direction as well, to bust the party. After a bunch of questions I was told to leave. She was told to park her car and find another way home. Several months after that we were actually living together when she tried to shoot me, those details pretty much lost in a blackout.
Sobriety is so boring, wife, fishing, grandkids. I love it.

Brute · Apr 10, 2024

Tom Butler said:
Well, it's probably pretty much what you would imagine. It was early one morning, after I had closed up the bar, and my current girlfriend who was a cocktail waitress and I went to a typical restaurant afterparty at a friends house. There were some people from several local establishments there, we all knew each other, drinking, smoking, doing coke. An ex-girlfriend was there, and we were still kind of friendly. I'm sure somewhere in my drug addled mind I was sure I could pull off a double. My current at the time girlfriend didn't like me talking to her at all, and stormed out. A bit later I walked out with a friend to smoke a bowl by his car. I was in the street, and next thing I know a car pulls out from the curb heading right at me. She wasn't up to speed yet, but I had nowhere to go but up. I found myself on the hood holding onto the wipers. We were heading down the street, but already near the end of the block. That's when the police started to turn the corner, and they were coming from the other direction as well, to bust the party. After a bunch of questions I was told to leave. She was told to park her car and find another way home. Several months after that we were actually living together when she tried to shoot me, those details pretty much lost in a blackout.
Sobriety is so boring, wife, fishing, grandkids. I love it.

I had a friend who was living in São Paulo with his girlfriend…he left Brazil with only the shirt on his back as she tried to kill him with a machete…and her brothers were looking for him as well

Rob Allen · Apr 10, 2024

I know how many fish my wife and I caught on our last trip because it was so few. Bever been to a lodge and therefore never been asked to not come back and have only fished four Skeena tribs.... that makes me a guide?

HauntedByWaters · Apr 10, 2024

Tom Butler said:
Well, it's probably pretty much what you would imagine. It was early one morning, after I had closed up the bar, and my current girlfriend who was a cocktail waitress and I went to a typical restaurant afterparty at a friends house. There were some people from several local establishments there, we all knew each other, drinking, smoking, doing coke. An ex-girlfriend was there, and we were still kind of friendly. I'm sure somewhere in my drug addled mind I was sure I could pull off a double. My current at the time girlfriend didn't like me talking to her at all, and stormed out. A bit later I walked out with a friend to smoke a bowl by his car. I was in the street, and next thing I know a car pulls out from the curb heading right at me. She wasn't up to speed yet, but I had nowhere to go but up. I found myself on the hood holding onto the wipers. We were heading down the street, but already near the end of the block. That's when the police started to turn the corner, and they were coming from the other direction as well, to bust the party. After a bunch of questions I was told to leave. She was told to park her car and find another way home. Several months after that we were actually living together when she tried to shoot me, those details pretty much lost in a blackout.
Sobriety is so boring, wife, fishing, grandkids. I love it.

Tom, thank you for sharing. I chuckle when young people complain about being bored. Damn fools. I used to wash dishes in a restaurant, and I’d never do it again. I think I am still catching up on sleep.

JS · Apr 10, 2024

Tom Butler said:
Well, it's probably pretty much what you would imagine. It was early one morning, after I had closed up the bar, and my current girlfriend who was a cocktail waitress and I went to a typical restaurant afterparty at a friends house. There were some people from several local establishments there, we all knew each other, drinking, smoking, doing coke. An ex-girlfriend was there, and we were still kind of friendly. I'm sure somewhere in my drug addled mind I was sure I could pull off a double. My current at the time girlfriend didn't like me talking to her at all, and stormed out. A bit later I walked out with a friend to smoke a bowl by his car. I was in the street, and next thing I know a car pulls out from the curb heading right at me. She wasn't up to speed yet, but I had nowhere to go but up. I found myself on the hood holding onto the wipers. We were heading down the street, but already near the end of the block. That's when the police started to turn the corner, and they were coming from the other direction as well, to bust the party. After a bunch of questions I was told to leave. She was told to park her car and find another way home. Several months after that we were actually living together when she tried to shoot me, those details pretty much lost in a blackout.
Sobriety is so boring, wife, fishing, grandkids. I love it.

That is an excellent story. We’ve all now learned much more about you, sir!

O' Clarkii Stomias · Apr 10, 2024

Tom Butler said:
Well, it's probably pretty much what you would imagine. It was early one morning, after I had closed up the bar, and my current girlfriend who was a cocktail waitress and I went to a typical restaurant afterparty at a friends house. There were some people from several local establishments there, we all knew each other, drinking, smoking, doing coke. An ex-girlfriend was there, and we were still kind of friendly. I'm sure somewhere in my drug addled mind I was sure I could pull off a double. My current at the time girlfriend didn't like me talking to her at all, and stormed out. A bit later I walked out with a friend to smoke a bowl by his car. I was in the street, and next thing I know a car pulls out from the curb heading right at me. She wasn't up to speed yet, but I had nowhere to go but up. I found myself on the hood holding onto the wipers. We were heading down the street, but already near the end of the block. That's when the police started to turn the corner, and they were coming from the other direction as well, to bust the party. After a bunch of questions I was told to leave. She was told to park her car and find another way home. Several months after that we were actually living together when she tried to shoot me, those details pretty much lost in a blackout.
Sobriety is so boring, wife, fishing, grandkids. I love it.

Brutha of another mutha!

DerekWhipple · Apr 12, 2024

Brute said:
I had a friend who was living in São Paulo with his girlfriend…he left Brazil with only the shirt on his back as she tried to kill him with a machete…and her brothers were looking for him as well

Toxoplasmosis!