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Re: [at-l] Lightweight flashlight?

Jeff Mosenkis wrote:
> 
> On Fri, 1 May 1998, BamaHerb wrote:
> Or would it sound too much like the mating
> > call of the wild hog? :-P
> 
> Um... if you're going to try it, make sure Felix isn't around, don't get
> me started on that time during the lightning storm...

Ohhh, I remember it well. The sky was a Dorian Gray (I don't even know 
what that means) to the west. A storm was a brewin'. Me, Jeff and Geezer 
Jones were hiking over Unaka Mtn. Geezer took a big ol' piece of beef 
jerky out and started gnawing on it. Well, Geezer forgot that he hadn't 
brought any beef jerky. Turns out he packed his pack too tight and he 
suffocated a young ferret (oft times called a tinko). Well, the weather 
had been warm, and Geezer wasn't known for being overly concerned with 
cleanliness and hygiene (Hi, Gene). Seems that tinko carcass had been 
compressed in his hot pack for days. Finally, jeff says "Hey, I may have 
a goofy last name, but at least I ain't eatin' no ferret franks." Well, 
Geezer took exception to this. He said "My daddy's a doctor." (He is, 
too. A podiatrists. He discovered the bone on the outside of the foot. It 
is easily broken.)(By outside of the foot, I mean it is lateral. Not on 
the outside of the skin and stuff. That'd be way cool, though. Unless it 
was broken and sticking through the skin, like a compound fracture. 
That'd be way uncool.) Anyway, Geezer soon goes to getting sick. He was 
making so much noise, me and Jeff didn't hear the storm getting closer. 
Oh Geezer is over hugging one of them big ol' Hemlock trees, praying for 
his stomach to stop churning. All the sudden, a big ol' crash of 
lightening sent Geezer flying thru the air, right at me and Jeff. I could 
tell he was gonna hit one of us, and I figured it just as well be Jeff, 
so, I used him to sheild my body. Something about 600,000 watts pulsing 
through Geezer's body really got that stuff in his stomach to wanting 
out. About the time Geezer hit Jeff, his yack was ready to fly. Well, it 
wasn't pretty. Ruined Jeff's new Goretex jacket and everything. Is that 
the time you were talking about, Jeff?

Felix 
Quote of the Week: "Your water's on fire!!!"
Quote of last Week: "The black ones taste like licorice."
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