Remember the time we . . . got really drunk and ran through the streets with only a foam cheeze hat on? Remember?

... congrats!..

Remember the time we ...

um, yea, I don't remember it either.

Remember when we were on the balcony at Fud's and you kept spitting on the Marines below? Everytime they looked up you would duck out of site. Finally they came up but you managed to hid as one of the posts?

I remember that time you and I were out pillaging and plundering, then we ended up in Tortuga, and saw Evil Glenn wearing a dress, and we laughed and laughed.

Then we burned his ship. Oh, the good times.

Tink - Hey, being in the Navy gave me the right to spit on Marines - inter-service rivalry, ya know :-)

And yeah, those 187 broken bones I got from that healed up just fine...

Only 187? The Corps has grown soft since my day.
Congratulations, Harv.

.....when you were working as a one of The Thunder Down Under guys while in Vegas, dancing on tables all night, throngs of women throwing panties at you?

... you went sliding on chocolate on the slip'n'slide knocking over Susie and the cute fireman she was dancing with? Nope I don't remember it either. heh.

Remember the time I signed you up to coach the Ladies' Jell-o Wrestling Team and you got all the way to the semi-finals??

That month you spent in traction afterwards was worth it, I'm sure.... (Who knew you'd be such a "hands on" coach?? Oh yeah, *I* did...)

Thanks for all of the fun, Harvey. And congratulations... :)

Remember that time we took that big barrel of whale dreck and tried to pawn it off as K-Y to a bunch of A-rabs, and they stirred it up with a broom handle and the broom handle dissolved? And the started chasing after us with AK's and we escaped by wearing bhurkas and hiding out in a brothel? And we gave the A-rabs such good hand jobs that they tipped us eough to buy that Troop Transport and take off to morocco? Remember how that bar smelled just before we burned it down, and watched the roaches run out by the thousands? I liked the part, especially, when you hopped up next to the statue of Rambam and tweaked his beard. I'm still amazed we escaped the lynch mob after that. I still have a callous on my right hip from being sealed in that packing crate they used to ship us back to the states after that. I'm sorry I ate that curry, I really am.

Congrats, bastard!

Remember that time Og totally blew away my "remember when" story with his story?

Damn...

Congratulations!!!

Remember that time my car got stuck on the beach, and we put it in neutral, then pushed it from the front, and we were amazed at how easily we had moved it? Until it kept moving, and turned a little, heading for some lady & her kids, as she just sat there watching it. We were screaming "Move your kids!!!", but the car turned a little again, and headed for the water instead. Remember that? Good times!

Remember the time we drove drunk thru the cemetery and you backed over the tombstones and you put them back up on the wrong graves? And then you started singing that silly Folger's commercial on top of them?

Remember the time we were all out on the beach partying and we didn't realize it was spring break and a whole bunch of sorority girls showed up, completely lit, and you jokingly said, "Hey! Show me your tits!" and all 20 of them lifted their shirts for you so you could oggle all of them?

In typical fashion I didn't follow directions and did a post instead. owell, it still works right?

Remember when Debbie wanted to model her Wonder Woman outfit for you? Do you? I remember what you said, "Take it off baby, take it off." And under the suit she had on an itsy bitsy teeny weeny bikini. Do YOU? You said, "Take it off baby, take it off". And under the suit there was nothing but a beautiful, golden brown, suntan. And you said , ".......
Where's my camera baby? I want to put a picture of this up on my blog for the blogiversary."

Happy Blogiversary and many more!

Happy Blogiversary Granpappy!

And I just want to remind you of the time you and your friends were babysitting me, and hauled me off to the beach. You guys had some party! Nice fire, big logs, beer everywhere, the doobage was passed around....I'm not sure a child of my age should have been present, but you said I had to grow up sometime...

and I don't know why there was a telephone pole there....but it must have been high on that drunken theft scale....

...then you tripped in your drunken stupor, slipped on a beach blanket over some half nekked dolly-parton type, and managed to fall into the fire.

Wow! I can still remember the Jackie Chan moves as you did some flip turn over the fire while pushing off the burning telephone pole, landing on the other side....too bad your hands stayed right on the burning pole....your friend tried to wake you after you passed out from the pain...he said something about you driving us to Taco Bell..

I don't think mom ever let me go out with you again after that...

Harvey,
Happy Blogiversary!

Happy Blogversary! Remember when we all went out drinking and you kept throwing Tatertots at the people walking in the door? And then you would laugh your arse off saying they were too old to be tatertots. Nope? Me neither.

Remember the time you & I were crossing the border into Canada and you got strip-searched by the Mounties?

Hey Harv, that was actually based on true story only it was NavyNuke who did it.

Tink - No, it's ok. You don't have to use NavyNuke to cover for my misdeeds. It's time the truth came out anyway ;-)

Remember that time we were drinking in Hoboken - you know the bar - and we got into that fight with that mafia punk kid. And Lou kicked us all out because he didn't want us fighting in his bar (but Lou, we like it here!) so the fight moved to the parking lot. Remember how you hit that kid (kid! Ha! He was at least 30) in the temple and he went down cold. And you were all, "phuq! I killed him." And I just stood there, finishing off my beer, not sure what to do. But since no one saw the kid go down you said, "you've got to help me dispose of the body." Ha! So there we were, two drunks, trying to load that kid into the trunk of my shitty little Escort (is why I now drive a car that can adequately transport a body), when Lou exited the bar (it must have been closing time) and saw us in action. Remember how Lou approached and said, "What the phuq?" And I was all, "Lou, go back inside." And he got that weird frightened knowing look on his face. So you grabbed my beer bottle outta my hand and hit him over the head it. (Poor Lou.) And I called you a son-of-a-bitch for spilling my beer, you bastard.

Anyway, I never really appreciated that old addage "a friend will help you move; a good friend will help you move bodies" before that night.

Now everyone knows why TNT won't let you go out drinking with me anymore.

Wow I had a hangover the next morning...

Geez, Harvey, has it really been three years?

Remember when we got really stupid drinking Jager and prune juice shots, and we started setting fire to random cars in the parking lot at the Lincolnshire Marriott? I was laughing hard enough to piss myself.

Remember that one car, the 1972 VW that had a drunk guy sleeping in the back seat when we torched it? Damn skippy, that guy took off across the parking lot like his ass was on fire. Which it was.

Remember how we were laughing so hard, we both nearly passed out from lack of oxygen? And you said, "Damn - that burning drunk guy! I am so blogging that!" And I said, "No way, dude! What the hell is 'blogging,' anyway?"

Ah, those were sweet times, indeed...

Hey, I thought we agreed we would not remember that time, as it could get us hurt in ways we would not like by TNT and the other ladies (though the ladies involved, er, nevermind).

Congratulations my friend! Many happy returns.

LW
Glad to be able to get to MuNu for a change...

Congrats Harvey!

Remember that time we beat up a bunch of hippies, and then drank beer all night?

That was totally sweet.

Remember that time we took peyote buds with those midget albino whores and ended up starting a pentacostal ministry on top of the dumpster behind supercuts? How you woke up half dazed in the alley covered in other people's hair and vowed to god to never let your beard come unkempt?

Happy blogiversary man! Would have been on time, but I had some issues this week....

Congratulations Harvey!!!