Longboom
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This is kind of a long (True story) but rather funny. Many years ago, I had an oiler. His name was whimpy. Whimpy was an albino, I mean, white hair & pink eye's n all. He was wild as a sprayed roach. One day he was flaging me with a radio from the 12 floor of the building. He said Randy, there are 2 women on there ballcony ?sp? on the 9th floor of the building next to us, in bathing suits with there tops untied and there facing down on there lawn chairs. He said when we get done with this concrete, if there still there I'll get on the headach ball and you swing me over so I can just... peek over the edge of there floor. I said OK. Good Idea. LOL we did this except when he got there he was the same level as they were, as if he were sitting in a chair visiting. What ever they were drinking or had available, they hit him with. LOL he was flagging me cable down cable down, I waved and said hows that?? Is that where you wanted to go??? He was soaked and wet when he got to the ground. 15 minutes later the cop's showed up. They didn't take us to jail, but did explaine how fast we would find ourselves there if it happened again. LOL
Ol'whimpy was a sport. This story did happen in 1979.
Ol'whimpy was a sport. This story did happen in 1979.
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