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Posted by audiori on 07-27-2007 at14:08:

  Ebay shorts

OK, who put a pair of Terry's tiny white shorts on Ebay?

WHITE TERRY TAYLOR SHORTS WITH METAL LOGO

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Posted by jamespop on 07-27-2007 at14:14:

 

Terry really needs to watch his luggage more closely when on tour. We groupies will grab everything we can (well - almost... I didn't grab anything w/ skid marks)

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Posted by larryl on 07-27-2007 at14:14:

 

i took those from the dressing area sunday. i knew they would be a priceless piece of memorabilia.

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Posted by jamespop on 07-27-2007 at14:23:

  OK, this is going off on a tangent...

I got to see the guys at Chattanooga last Saturday. What a great night! Anyways, afterwards several people were hanging around chatting up the band while they worked feverishly to produce the U-Pick Dogs discs. Terry sat, signing autographs in his shades and pork-pie hat, and then in struck me - with his hair grown out and hanging in wisps from under his hat and him looking over his glasses to address the folk, he looked an awful lot like the the movie representations of Albus Dumbledore (see the Harry Potter movies). I was in the middle of the 5th book (I've been re-readeing the series before I read the 7th), and for those of you fans out there, you know that Harry forms a group to study "Defense Against Dark Arts" and they call the group "Dumbledore's Army" or "D.A." for short.

Hehe

Just one of those strange little cosmic quirky coincidences.

I didn't mention it to Terry. I was afraid he would pepper spray me, thinking (rightly) that I am some kind of weirdo.

OK. You can go back to the original thread now.

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Posted by snowblind on 07-27-2007 at14:24:

 

Oh, dear God... I never, ever want to see Terry wearing those. Whoever stole them, THANK YOU.

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Posted by larryl on 07-27-2007 at14:26:

 

he looked....


wait... that would be going too far.

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Posted by Zudrak on 07-27-2007 at14:35:

 

"Who wears short shorts..."

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Posted by Mountain Fan on 07-27-2007 at15:11:

 

NAIR for short shorts?

wanna read something funny?

http://www.vasectomy-information.com/stories/joe.htm

Jimmi's experience - added 14th June 2004
My funny Pre-Vas story - What not to do to shave.

I won't bore you with my life details. Just tell you that I'm 29, college educated, wife of 8 years, 2 kids.

We decided to have a Vasectomy. I'm on board and so is the wife. She's a stay at home mom but even so 2 kids keep us busy and we're happy with this size of a family.

So I go in for the consultation and everything is going well. He informs me that I should shave myself instead of having it done by them. I agree.

Wondering how in the world I'm going to shave myself without giving myself a vasectomy I just push it out of my mind. Fast forward a week and it's now the night before the procedure. Sometime around Midnight I use the restroom and realize I HAVEN'T SHAVEN! So I run to the local grocery store to buy a razor (my wife uses an epilady OUCH OUCH!) to shave with when I see this bottle of Nair Bikini Hair remover.

I think to myself "EUREKA!" I get a razor, the nair and head home. Now I read the bottle of Nair and it says not to use it on your genitalia but I decide to test it out. Just a tiny bit on the side of the sack and whalla! Hair is gone in about 5 mins. So I slather it on thinking I found the easy way out.

After about 5 to 8 minutes I start to wipe the nair away and away comes the hair. Everything goes smoothly (pun not intended) but then I turn on the shower.

OHHH MYYYY GODDDDD

In my life I have had a nose broken to the point cartlidge came out. A broken leg, arm. Since I've even had my vasectomy. None of that pain compares to what I felt when that water hit my genitals. I nearly fainted right on the spot.

Knowing I had to rinse the stuff off I did everything as quick as I could and then went and laid on the bed. I had no idea what I just did to myself. Panic stricken I called the 800 number on the bottle and told them what happened.. While I expected laughter they actually were quite nice and professional about it. They suggested I wash it off with soap several times to make sure it's not doing further damage.

Pain like no other!

So after washing up I'm back laying on the bed trying to decide what to do. My wife wants to inform the doctor but I'm telling her "no" because I know he'll have nothing to do with me if he finds out what I've done. I'm thinking, "hell I'm already going to be in a ton of pain from the surgery lets just get this over with".

At this point I notice the nair didn't completely do it's job. There's still some hair down there so I ask the wife to grab the razor and finish it up. She CUTS me. Yes, She cuts me. Exactly what I didn't want to have happen in the first place, exactly the reason I decided on the nair.. She cut me. Pretty nasty too, almost the entire length of the razor. So I'm trying to get the blood to stop and decide to use one of the shaving sticks to stop it.

Once again, PAIN.

So it's time for my appointment. We get into the car.. I can barely sit at this point. Once we're at the office the Doctor thinks I don't want to go through with it because I'm white as a ghost. I assure him that I want to.

I go to remove my pants, underwear... but you know how a rug burn kinds of oozes some.. yeah. And it stuck to my underwear. So removing my underwear hurt almost as bad as the original washing.

At this point the doctor gets a glance at my goods and exclaims, "HOLY S***, what did you do!?"

I proceed to tell him the nair story but before I get to the razor part he again exclaims, "Then how did you cut yourself!"

I proceed to tell him about my wife's attempt at shaving me.

He tells me to pack up and head home. He had no interest in getting involved in that. I don't blame him. 4 weeks later I returned after shaving myself with a razor, without any incident.

So the lesson to be learned.. No Nair.. Never.. Ever.. Ever..

12 days later
Exactly 7 days post surgery I woke up feeling tons better. Back to crawling around on the floor with the kids, test firing the main gun whenever I pleased, etc. There was still some swelling on the left side but it wasn't painful and other than that everything was exactly perfect.

Today it's 12 days post surgery and I feel even better. Still swollen on the left side but it's still not painful. I basically feel like my old self.

My only regret is that I didn't take it easy more on day 1,2, and 3. By taking it easy I mean laying down, not sitting in a chair playing computer games or browsing the web which is what I did. Had I stayed in bed I'm betting I would have sped the recovery process by a couple days at least. Just my guess, obviously.

Upon further discussion with my doctor I found that the strange sensation (piano wire) feeling I got in my abdomen was likely because I was cramping doing surgery. He said that my nervousness was causing him some problems in that muscles were contracting harder than anyone he's seen in a very long time. Any time he gave that tugging sensation I remember now that I would nearly contract every muscle in my body.

That being the case, I suggest to anyone getting the surgery to REQUEST valium and make sure it's a dosage appropriate for your height/weight. Even if you think you don't need it, take it. It doesn't effect your judgement that much at all, it's incredibly safe to take and it really helps eliminate those last minute jitters and irrational fears you'll begin to feel. My dosage was light, (I'm 250# and the dosage was for a 150# person, communication mixup) and even so it helped immensely. I honestly think I would have been out the door after the first needle went in.

I also suggest plenty of bed rest and don't be stupid thinking you should go jogging or something silly like that afterwards. I say this because of how many work friends said they went Kyaking, biking, mowing the lawn the day after the surgery. If they actually did this stuff then they are the lucky lucky few. Don't expect that as your result. Expect to take it easy for a week. Very easy. And that includes limited interaction with you kids, etc.

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Posted by Mountain Fan on 07-27-2007 at15:11:

 

part 2

Update August 22
Well I got my "all clear" this past Monday. Everything seems to be going well for me. I don't feel a bit different in that department. Best thing in the world is knowing I'm free from condoms. Cheaper too since we used to buy the sheep skin condoms (I highly suggest them to anyone still having to use them).

ok so now for the funny part.

I'm not a particularly attractive man. I'm just average. I'm not particularly large sized, just average. One thing that's beyond average, however, is the amount of ejaculate I seem to expel. It's beyond the average amount.. Way beyond. I guess every guy has that one thing he excels at huh

So the urologist I used had you deposit your specimen at home and then drop it off for testing. 2 separate specimens 2 weeks apart. At this point it's apparently common knowledge throughout the nurses what I had done to myself with the nair.. and the story that goes along with it. I had gone back to the urologist a couple times cause I was all freaked out about some of the post-op complications I was feeling.. Which, by the way, all turned out to be nothing.

So it's time to drop off my 1st specimen and I walk into the urologist's office. Of course my luck is there's a middle aged woman at the receptionists desk filling out some paperwork as well as the quite attractive middle aged receptionist. I calmly wait behind the lady filling out paperwork trying not to be noticed. Of course I am and asked how I can be helped. I tell the receptionist that I have a sample to drop off. She asks, "What kind." hahaha

Now I don't know about you guys but I'm a bit shy about sperm talk with two women strangers. "Post Vasectomy sample" I reply, don't ask why I decided to describe it that way. The receptionist peers at me like I'm an idiot. She replies, "Sperm sample". Of course the lady filling out paperwork stops at this point and decides to get a good look at me. As would I, I suppose.

I hand the sample to the receptionist / nurse. Her eyebrows raise and she says, "is this one sample?". I reply it is and the receptionist/nurse promptly calls over another nurse. They meet in the middle of that receptionist backroom that we all know too well as being off limits. The receptionist shows the nurse and I distinctly hear the comment.. "WOW".

I ask if everything is "OK" and they reply yes. I quickly depart leaving them to discuss my sample without me feeling embarrassed standing there as the paperwork lady tries to figure out what's so remarkable about the container the nurses are holding up. I even forget my second container for my next sample.

Fastforward 2 weeks and it's time for my 2nd sample. Now we have to call ahead when we're going to drop off a sample so they knew I was coming (no pun intended) and they were ready. I steadied my nerves a bit more expecting something of a comment or a look at least. Apparently one of them decided to get up the nerve to broach the subject with me and when dropping off the sample asked, "Was it like that before the vas as well?" She started stumbling with her words trying to politely insinuate her comment was regarding the amount of fluid in the container. I reply "it was" and hear a faint "wow" again stated from someone in the far off. She asks, "every time?". I reply, "sometimes more".

At this point the heavy set mid 40's nurse who wasn't afraid to say anything or do anything shows up. She was my nurse during the surgery itself and was obviously not shy.. probably has seen it all. "So you're our big donor" she says quite loudly. I give a half smile back. Honestly how are you expected to respond? I ask when the results will be in (later that day) and wave goodbye to everyone.

Thus concludes my trip down Vasectomy Lane. Unless something terrible happens I can't imagine anything new coming up. I hope everyone else's V's end up going as well or better than my own. I'm glad I had it done over all.. even though I was cursing myself for doing it early on in the recovery process. I can sell my stock in the rubber market finally. Wonder if they'll miss this long time customer?

Jimmi

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Posted by sprinklerhead on 07-27-2007 at17:51:

 

That reminds me of a totally unrelated but funny story. I'm leaving the names out to protect the guilty.

Some friends of ours when they were newly married were getting intimate with each other. In the heat of passion and in the dark, the husband reaches over for the lubricant. Instead he grabbed a tube of Ben Gay or something like it. They proceed. Soon, the wife says, "Honey, it's getting hot." He replies, "Yeah baby, it's hot." She says, "No, I mean it is really hot!!" He starts to catch on. By then, the wife is crying. They run to the bathroom and turn on the tub and both sit in it. He is saying we have to call the doctor. In her embarrassment, she is yelling no way and crying, "it hurts, it hurts." The water did the trick and they did not call the doctor. When they got up the nerve to tell us, we laughed hysterically. In fact, I am still laughing about the "Yeah baby, it's hot" part. This happened about 15 years ago and it still cracks me up.

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Posted by Mountain Fan on 07-28-2007 at10:50:

 

LOL!

better only keep one type of tube in your nightstand, i guess!

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Posted by Clancey on 07-30-2007 at20:58:

 

Someone should write the seller and ask if they're autographed by Camarillo.

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Posted by Scrimshaw Nick on 07-30-2007 at23:15:

 

quote:

Originally posted by sprinklerhead That reminds me of a totally unrelated but funny story. I'm leaving the names out to protect the guilty. Some friends of ours when they were newly married were getting intimate with each other. In the heat of passion and in the dark, the husband reaches over for the lubricant. Instead he grabbed a tube of Ben Gay or something like it. They proceed. Soon, the wife says, "Honey, it's getting hot." He replies, "Yeah baby, it's hot." She says, "No, I mean it is really hot!!" He starts to catch on. By then, the wife is crying. They run to the bathroom and turn on the tub and both sit in it. He is saying we have to call the doctor. In her embarrassment, she is yelling no way and crying, "it hurts, it hurts." The water did the trick and they did not call the doctor. When they got up the nerve to tell us, we laughed hysterically. In fact, I am still laughing about the "Yeah baby, it's hot" part. This happened about 15 years ago and it still cracks me up.

That's great!
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Posted by RocketPacks on 08-01-2007 at00:01:

 

Wow, someone bought them.