If you could get away with one thing what would it be?
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Hmmm, I’d go back in time with a list in my pocket of things to do and things to not do.
REDRUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Michaela Conlin.
Two chicks at the same time. And I think if I were a millionaire I could hook that up, too.
^ It’s not as fun as it sounds :)
Not as much fun as it sounds?
Oh . . . I donno ’bout that. Sometime back in the late 60s on a hot, humid day in Subic City, I bought a buncha b-girls some chow and then took a communal bath/shower with 6 of ‘em . . . ’cause it was HOT, y’know.
Can’t speak for the girls, but I sure’s hell had a good time.
If the Queen of my domain is not involved, then of course not! :D
yay! I finally LOLed today:)
Sex and money the two big motivators. I would rig powerball to pay me those big paydays every couple of years or so. With that kind of loot I am sure I could persuade a lot of hotties to do a lot of things.
“Get away with” carries the implication that the act one is comitting is wrong.
So what would I like to do that is wrong?
Drive off with an armored car full of cash that was foolishly left unguarded for a moment? Nah. Too simple and self centered.
Steal a ton of gold out of Fort Knox? Complicated and still self centered.
Smother an old liberal justice during a Republican presidency?
A bit complicated, way less self centered, but while I despise liberal politics, murder is a liberal political tool.
Got it… I would like to get away with opening up the file cabinet that holds the college transcripts, admissions paperwork and thesis and walking it straight over to the folks running the Breitbart site. That is something I would like to get away with.
Oh, did I forget to mention whose college records I would like to expose? Don’t think a clarification is necessary, there is only one person working hard to hide his records.
^ Ok. That one’s dreamy *swoonz*!
Build a great big mother effing greenhouse, install a cistern, and add onto our house without getting any permits.
Yep, ditto Mech. Time machine. Go back to 90-91 and tell my dad to get the hell to the doctor yearly so he would catch that cancer before it nailed him in ’96. Also in 90, I’d make sure I didn’t meet the woman who made me miserable for 20 years… That’s about it. :)
A banana split every night for dessert.
I wish I could have done many things but the buzz words are get a way with— because I never got away with anything no matter what — even got blamed for what others did– ??? I’m stumped– I’m scared to even admit to wanting to get away with something some one would shore as hell find out.
I would fake citizenship in a foreign country I absolutely despise and become their elected leader, using my position and influence to fundamentally transform that nation to my vision of utopia.
hmmm, at this point it would have to be remove a certain someone from a certain position that he should never have obtained in the first place
that or punch every liberal i know. :)
Now that I think it over, I’ve prob’ly done my share of gettin away with stuff. Been lucky a whole buncha times on stuff that others have had their asses rubbed raw for, been jailed for, been demoted for, been sued for. Could be that’s why Geezerette can’t get away with sh–.
Put a checkmark by and struck a line thru all the wild & crazy stuff while I was bulletproof, impervious, and immortal. So now, at 72, I can think back on it all, let my mind do a little editing here and there, and get that mysterious, knowing smile on my face that makes other people say, “What’s that old bastard got on his mind now?”
Yes, I will take a lotta skidmarks, bumps, bruises, and scars to the grave with me. Ain’t that the way it’s s’posed t’ be? Dance like nobody’s watchin, sing like you don’t care who’s listenin, love like there’s no tomorrow, and slide thru the Pearly Gates out of gas, out time, and out of breath . . . . right?
Eating cake for breakfast every morning…
“If you could get away with one thing what would it be?”
What makes you think I haven’t already gotten away with it?
Rather than suffering the consequences…… Squirrel!
When I was about 4-5 years old we were at my Gramma’s cottage. They had an out house. I hated it. I had to P so I snuck in the woods next to it. While I was squatting a snake slithered in front my foot. It was just a garder snake but it looked like a python to me. I couldn’t tell anyone because I wasn’t suppose to be P’ing in the woods. That was the first thing I tried to get away with.
Kill George Soros.
Why, you naughty NAUGHty little girl!
I’m tellin’.
AWM — need’ny help?
They had an out house. I hated it.
OMG!
Out at the farm, I hated the outhouse too!
I would go behind it rather than go inside after dark!
We had scorpions, black widows and rattlesnakes!
I hated that damn outhouse!
As a matter if fact, I am now the proud owner of my gramma’s chamber pot ;)
I can’t get away with anything. God sees my every move.
IF I could do anything it would be to travel back in time and cheat the reaper out of my first wife. She was only 37 and a preventable childhood disease killed her. I would love to cheat the reaper myself, long enough to see what history does to our current POTUS.
Retirement.
You mean, of course, what else would I want to get away with.
That would be pressing my luck.
Straight arrow it is, then, from here on out.
Ummm… I guess I can talk about this now. I once rigged a Bingo game and got away with it in front of about 500 witnesses.
There was no money involved — just some cheap prizes [which I gave to my henchmen] — but the feeling of pulling it off was a terrific thrill. I just wanted to see if it could be done. It could.
And no, I’m not telling you how I did it.
If I could get away with it I would like to serve the humble pie to those deserving to eat crow. And I would execute this flamboyantly.
Melissa you have the chamber pot my gramma had one in the loft for p’ing at nite– to us it was a piss pot– and we have an out house at our camp — everyone is allowed to P in the woods–so no one has to feel guilty if they do– just not off the porch told the boys if they did I’d cut it off and nail it to the camp wall— we also have 2 snakes that live in under our camp– and mousies in the out house– spiders , big ones– chipmuncks who love pnuts and a Golden Eagle and Bald Eagle who love chipmunks–we hope not too much– I’ve come a long way Baby–
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-tJXjt5D4zY
Weed with Willy
I once wanted to do my girlfriend and her mother at the same time.
Melissa and Geezerette – My great-grandma had an outhouse too. Hornets frequently nested there. It did keep people from lingering … as if they really needed any motivation in the first place!
A shopping cart full from the British Museum, Tate, Louvre, or Rijksmuseum.
Is that multiple things? Then Shah Jehan’s hardstone cup. Or that one big Van Ruysdael…
Steal that damn bust of Churchill and leave it in a flea market in the Midwest.
I’d laugh every time I read the news.
Easy one! “Have the entire fucking Porch go John Galt in the same beautiful valley that no one but us knows where it is!” (…ohhh, and have a infinite supply of porta-potties….geesh…)
Colonel Jerry… Bahahahahahaaaa!
When I say I inherited the chamber pot…
I got the throne ;)
For a while, I was thinking about getting rid of it, but for some reason, I keep it, as you never know when you might ummm…. make use of it again one day.
After going into the outhouse and seeing a black widow crawl out from the seat… there was NO WAY I was gonna plop my fanny back down on that thing!
Melissa,
I think I may not want to know, but I gotta ask anyway. “Why is that fish net parked so handy right next to your antique porta-potty?”
BWAHAHAHAAAAA!
Double duty ;)
It just happened to be in the corner of the garage with what was left of my fishing gear!
Ohhhh….
I NEED to go fishing!
^ Melissa!
I’ve had this for almost forty years and use it as an occasional table.
I once considered making a champagne bucket of it
where the bottle would rise out of the hole as the lid was lifted.
Wait, I know!
Bait bucket.
BAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!
I love it!
Now that I think of it,
might come in handy in an ice-fishing shanty.
When not otherwise in use, those wooden seats with oval holes make nice frames for photos of one’s least favorite person.
You open the lid, and there he/she is.
Or just leave it open as a public comment.
The only problem is that in the current political climate, one hole is just not enough.
Gracious, y’all have some genuine thrones.
Doug – I noticed the lid on yours is fumed oak. In one area, anyhow.
^ Yeah, ammonia fuming it is, I reckon.