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Discussion in 'The Tiki Bar' started by Golfman25, Nov 21, 2022.
And see this.
Got a kick out of this at Lunch today.
Has anyone seen Mike Hunt?
I think my friend saw him. He's from Spain, and makes high-end see-through blouses. His name, by the way, is Senor Areola.
Worked at a large UPS hub back in my 20’s. Had a bunch of guys from a nearby Baptist College that worked there. Tended to be country “bumpkins”…
One of them worked the “Tower” where they started all the belts and also where the paging system was located.
One night someone called up and asked for a page… and in this slow country drawl we heard “will Buster Himen report to the wash rack”. It came out…Nice and slow…
“Will Bust… her High men report to the wash rack”….
Heard this happened back in middle school a few years before I got there but not sure if it really happened or was a good story.
When you went to the library you had to sign in and the librarian would take role. Someone wrote down Dick Burns. Librarian called the name a couple of times then said 'whose Dick Burns'. Someone yelled out 'MINE'.
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Breaking News indeed Blueone….I remember hearing this …..can’t understand how this was read on the air without someone in the newsroom thinking…..WTF??
Back in the 90s I worked the front office of a plant . Our plant managers name was Mike Johnson. When paging over the phone system " all could hear" I would always say MY Johnson please come to the front office.
It took him two years until someone told him what I was saying each time we page him.
Try that now days and see HR have a wet dream over that.
He’s at the bar with Jack Meoff.
And the famous author of "Yellow Rivers": I.P. Daily
We play cards when bowling. Every strike you get a card and best hand wins the pot. Last night I was looking for a jack to complete my straight. Didn't get it. At the end I told the team 'I was a jack off'
You just answered your own question:
“Someone in the newsroom thinking…” When all you do read a script you don’t get paid to think.
When my wife was 20, she had 2 bosses at her job. Their names were Mike Flood and David Hunt. And when she was speaking about David, I would always call him mike….
After she gets a little frustrated with me and hangs up the phone as David walks up to her. My wife says “my husband is so stupid, he always calls you Mike Hunt” but it came out as “My C@&t”
and she realized my joke right then, after a year of referring to him by the wrong name, it finally made sense to her…. She was embarrassed and a little upset with me. Now she laughs about it….
In college, there was an ROTC office. The sign in the window said “Contact Sgt. Richard Head”. Yep, call Dickhead.
Yep, he's Dr. Richard Skull's cousin.
Used to know a guy named Dick Pusey.
'Worked with a guy by the name of Glen Ball. When they started a family, they had a couple of boys, and I asked him if he'd named any of them "Harold". He looked puzzled for a second, then his expression changed to anger once he realized what his nickname would have been. I thought Harry Ball would have been great, but no.
My sister was in school with a Herold Legg. Yep; Harry Legg.
Finally, my folks were acquainted with a "Dave Dickover". No foolin'. My dad, ever the clown, referred to him once as "Dick Daveover", and, from that point on, my mom could never get it right. Lots of fun at parties, those two were.
Dick Trickle, poor guy
My dad's name is Richard, he's gone by Dick his entire life. His wife was telling us a story the other day about how she was searching for him, she kept saying over and "I was looking for Dick". We just grinned.
Okay, now that you've got me started, y'all might regret it. Years ago, I was on quite the bread-machine kick, and I came across a pizza dough that had some dill seasoning in it. Makes for a great pizza! Well, one day, my poor wife, who tends not to think things through to their ultimate outcome, starts asking if I'd make some more of that dill dough. She really likes that dill dough. I'm unable to respond, for obvious reasons. She says it two or three more times, at which point our teenage daughter, unable to contain herself any longer, finally bursts out laughing. It only added fuel to the fire when I had to explain to her just exactly what she was saying. That was probably fifteen years ago, and it still appears occasionally in family conversations.