On Sunday night, we went to see a band called The Troggs.
They were formed in 1964, in the UK, and became an integral part of the British popular music explosion.
They were celebrating 50 years as a band (although it should be 52, they didn't have their first recorded hit until 1966).
Now, when I was a young pup, in say, 1967 at the apogee of the teenage driven musical revolution, were someone to suggest we go to a concert to see an act from 1917, I would have thought them mad. Sure, recorded music was a novelty, and radio was just beginning, but the gap between the culture of 1917 and 1967 would be too vast to cross.
Yet here we are in 2016, watching a band of venerable, grey/white haired grandfathers belting out tunes that formed the backdrop of our youth with a gusto. In fact three members were not in the original line-up, because those originals were deceased.
What was more impressive was the audience. Because it was in a licenced premises, there was no-one of an age below 18...at least appearance wise. But there were certainly 20 year olds right through to...er...more senior attendees. Yet it was wonderful to see the more seasoned and grizzled fans singing, jumping, dancing and waving their arms in joy as robust as the younger folk.
But then it happened.
A blue bra sailed through the air onto the stage, at the feet of the guitarist, himself well within ground zero of 70 years old.
He picked it up, bemused and bewildered. What year was this again? Seeing the funny side, he draped the undergarment on his mike stand, to the cheers of the audience. But it was clear the article had perturbed him, and he played on, ignoring it for the most part.
Until, that is, the obvious owner of the bra moved to the front and displayed its former occupants.
Age and gravity had done her no favours, but what was more intriguing was what was she expecting in return? A roadie to sidle up later and invite her backstage? A nod and a wink indicating that he would see her after the show?
Perhaps she just wanted her bra back.
Most of us nearby wished dearly he would return it. She needed it.
Dontcha love rock and roll?
Quote from: "Oberon"
On Sunday night, we went to see a band called The Troggs.
They were formed in 1964, in the UK, and became an integral part of the British popular music explosion.
They were celebrating 50 years as a band (although it should be 52, they didn't have their first recorded hit until 1966).
Now, when I was a young pup, in say, 1967 at the apogee of the teenage driven musical revolution, were someone to suggest we go to a concert to see an act from 1917, I would have thought them mad. Sure, recorded music was a novelty, and radio was just beginning, but the gap between the culture of 1917 and 1967 would be too vast to cross.
Yet here we are in 2016, watching a band of venerable, grey/white haired grandfathers belting out tunes that formed the backdrop of our youth with a gusto. In fact three members were not in the original line-up, because those originals were deceased.
What was more impressive was the audience. Because it was in a licenced premises, there was no-one of an age below 18...at least appearance wise. But there were certainly 20 year olds right through to...er...more senior attendees. Yet it was wonderful to see the more seasoned and grizzled fans singing, jumping, dancing and waving their arms in joy as robust as the younger folk.
But then it happened.
A blue bra sailed through the air onto the stage, at the feet of the guitarist, himself well within ground zero of 70 years old.
He picked it up, bemused and bewildered. What year was this again? Seeing the funny side, he draped the undergarment on his mike stand, to the cheers of the audience. But it was clear the article had perturbed him, and he played on, ignoring it for the most part.
Until, that is, the obvious owner of the bra moved to the front and displayed its former occupants.
Age and gravity had done her no favours, but what was more intriguing was what was she expecting in return? A roadie to sidle up later and invite her backstage? A nod and a wink indicating that he would see her after the show?
Perhaps she just wanted her bra back.
Most of us nearby wished dearly he would return it. She needed it.
Dontcha love rock and roll?
One night to forget one's age. ac_drinks
Well, I did until the lady exposed her time ravaged mammaries.
Then I was brought crashing down to earth. Just as well I was leaning on my zimmer frame.
Women are interesting creatures...
They complain if some dude sends them a PM of their cock as a joke, but have no "boundaries" when it comes to showing tit & ass in public to further their own best interests.
And sadly, women overestimate their desirability... NOBODY wants to see sagging tits and a stretched out belly from popping out a half-dozen kids, but for some odd reason they still think they are desirable.
I sent my wif a pic of my cawk next to a pile of money today
Quote from: "GORDY GAMBINO"
I sent my wif a pic of my cawk next to a pile of money today
The money makes that pic completely desirable to her!
I feed her both a ton at a time.
Mel are you stupid to realised there are different types of women? Some like dick pics. Some don't. Some will take their bra off at concerts. Some won't. Just because none of us will fuck you doesn't mean we are all the same.
How sweet! A personal response from RW!
How ya doin', babes?

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:D
Is that your finger?
And why do you have a half-bald pig running around your living room?
What the fuck?
Either way, it seems things are done differently in Trail...
Nonetheless, those fingers are quite flawless. I would like to use them for business purposes...
If RW "let loose," and decided that family life wasn't for her, here is what Ace would provide:

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Quote from: "Angry White Male"
And why do you have a half-bald pig running around your living room?
What the fuck?
Oberon
Quote from: "RW"

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:D
A cute little piglet.
Quote from: "Oberon"
On Sunday night, we went to see a band called The Troggs.
They were formed in 1964, in the UK, and became an integral part of the British popular music explosion.
They were celebrating 50 years as a band (although it should be 52, they didn't have their first recorded hit until 1966).
Now, when I was a young pup, in say, 1967 at the apogee of the teenage driven musical revolution, were someone to suggest we go to a concert to see an act from 1917, I would have thought them mad. Sure, recorded music was a novelty, and radio was just beginning, but the gap between the culture of 1917 and 1967 would be too vast to cross.
Yet here we are in 2016, watching a band of venerable, grey/white haired grandfathers belting out tunes that formed the backdrop of our youth with a gusto. In fact three members were not in the original line-up, because those originals were deceased.
What was more impressive was the audience. Because it was in a licenced premises, there was no-one of an age below 18...at least appearance wise. But there were certainly 20 year olds right through to...er...more senior attendees. Yet it was wonderful to see the more seasoned and grizzled fans singing, jumping, dancing and waving their arms in joy as robust as the younger folk.
But then it happened.
A blue bra sailed through the air onto the stage, at the feet of the guitarist, himself well within ground zero of 70 years old.
He picked it up, bemused and bewildered. What year was this again? Seeing the funny side, he draped the undergarment on his mike stand, to the cheers of the audience. But it was clear the article had perturbed him, and he played on, ignoring it for the most part.
Until, that is, the obvious owner of the bra moved to the front and displayed its former occupants.
Age and gravity had done her no favours, but what was more intriguing was what was she expecting in return? A roadie to sidle up later and invite her backstage? A nod and a wink indicating that he would see her after the show?
Perhaps she just wanted her bra back.
Most of us nearby wished dearly he would return it. She needed it.
Dontcha love rock and roll?
I am sure she did need it.
Quote from: "GORDY GAMBINO"
I sent my wif a pic of my cawk next to a pile of money today
If they were both the same size, it was what...$4.00.
Including your tiny little balls.
Zing!
Can I have a swim in ya fucken pool mate.
You certainly can. I'll teach you the George Duncan method of swimming.
How long can you hold your breath?
Maybe he should have just stood up fucken Torrens like your pool is like 5' deep.
Try harder TRG boy.
Well, when you come to Adelaide, we'll go to the Torrens and you can show us how its done. You can drown in 1 foot of water, dumbass.
Quote from: "GORDY GAMBINO"
Can I have a swim in ya fucken pool mate.
A backyard pool is more practical in Adelaide or Perth than Calgary.
Quote from: "Oberon"
Well, when you come to Adelaide, we'll go to the Torrens and you can show us how its done. You can drown in 1 foot of water, dumbass.
Not if ya stand up ya can't.
:howdy:
Quote from: "GORDY GAMBINO"
Quote from: "Oberon"
Well, when you come to Adelaide, we'll go to the Torrens and you can show us how its done. You can drown in 1 foot of water, dumbass.
Not if ya stand up ya can't.
:howdy:
Don't worry, bitch.
You won't be standing anywhere.
Take it to the other thread and I'll smash the fuck outa ya there minda.
Wherever. Whenever.
How , why , when , where , who , what.
I'm fucken watching you cunt we have the same training.
Back to aging musicians. Metallica has a new album and it is a throwback to their eighties thrash style. Garth Brooks is doing a show in Edmonton in February. That would be worth the trip.
Quote from: "GORDY GAMBINO"
How , why , when , where , who , what.
I'm fucken watching you cunt we have the same training.
:roll:
You sad little fuck.
Quote from: "Herman"
Back to aging musicians. Metallica has a new album and it is a throwback to their eighties thrash style. Garth Brooks is doing a show in Edmonton in February. That would be worth the trip.
It seems that Garth Brooks is permanently touring.