The Esudodacity of Him!
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Such a great post, I just had to bump it in case others missed it like I had. I wonder what the guy was thinking when you took his tin of Escudo and threw it in your bag. Hahaha!
Haha, I totally agree, he’s a funny guy. Speaking of “funny guy” (fungi) did that guy Pinhead stick around or did we run him off?
Hilarious and very well-written. Coincidentally, on the last night of the show , a very nice Canuck not only shared some 10-yr-old Escudo, but also gave me a Cuban cigar---something I've never had before.
Thanks guys... Hoosierpipeguy gave me my first aged Cuban, and it was Nirvana. I hope you enjoyed yours as much.
As to whether this happened verbatim... It was Asheville, NC, and the tin did in fact have five years on it. But, I offered the guy a sampling of my tin, when he grabbed it and took off running. I took off after him, sliding over the hoods of cars in traffic, and jumping over fences. He just about got away from me, when I saw him frantically talking to a police officer and waving the tin of Escudo about. I screamed for the officer to, "hold that guy!"
When I got to the officer, out of breath and panting, sides hurting, and weakened in the knees, the officer spun me around and cuffed me.
"What's the meaning of this!"
"You pirates just think that you can come into our town and start taking what you want."
"You've got it all wrong, officer, he took my pipe tobacco and took off running..."
"Yeh ye ye, we'll we'll go downtown and sort this all out. Aye matie... ha ha."
"What?"
So, I spent four hours setting on a bench talking to various amused officers, asking me if I had, had too much rum.
Then my wife came in, finally, and she was in no mood... She just started going on and on about how she can't leave me alone in this town for one single minute...
Then, I had to explain to her how I ended up wearing a pirate hat, eyepatch, with a strange woman's lingerie hanging out of my trouser pockets.
But, after considering the story and consulting with my attorney, I decided to give the redacted version above. Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. :
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As to whether this happened verbatim... It was Asheville, NC, and the tin did in fact have five years on it. But, I offered the guy a sampling of my tin, when he grabbed it and took off running. I took off after him, sliding over the hoods of cars in traffic, and jumping over fences. He just about got away from me, when I saw him frantically talking to a police officer and waving the tin of Escudo about. I screamed for the officer to, "hold that guy!"
When I got to the officer, out of breath and panting, sides hurting, and weakened in the knees, the officer spun me around and cuffed me.
"What's the meaning of this!"
"You pirates just think that you can come into our town and start taking what you want."
"You've got it all wrong, officer, he took my pipe tobacco and took off running..."
"Yeh ye ye, we'll we'll go downtown and sort this all out. Aye matie... ha ha."
"What?"
So, I spent four hours setting on a bench talking to various amused officers, asking me if I had, had too much rum.
Then my wife came in, finally, and she was in no mood... She just started going on and on about how she can't leave me alone in this town for one single minute...
Then, I had to explain to her how I ended up wearing a pirate hat, eyepatch, with a strange woman's lingerie hanging out of my trouser pockets.
But, after considering the story and consulting with my attorney, I decided to give the redacted version above. Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. :
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