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Discussion in 'Regional Forums' started by Blinkerfluid, Feb 1, 2009.
There's a wole lotta jokes in that picture right there now....
Shouldn't that be attached to a suction cup rather than a marble base? :eek1
I'm guessing it takes AA batteries.
I waz thinking more like a strappy, harness thingy.
Sorry for the delay on retagging, but it has been tough getting the egg to leave...until now.
I returned home from work on Wednesday, and the egg told me he had been thinking. He said I have a good life, and he is envious. He is tired of always being on the move. Going from town to town. Everyone is his friend, but he has no friends. He decided he was going to settle down.
So the egg got a job.
He went in Thursday, and everything seemed ok. Then Friday I stopped by to see how he was doing. He seemed pretty busy and strung out. So, I didn't bother him.
It appears he took up smoking. This was a shot from Thursday night when he was out smoking alone.
So Friday I get a call from our Lab guy. He says he called me because the egg was my friend and referral. He tells me the egg has lost his mind and was in the server room tearing wires out, yelling something about, "I am not going to take it anymore."
Today, the egg told me he realized he had it pretty good, and it was time to hit the road again.
I gave him a few momentos, we went for a short hike in the woods, and he is still there with his thumb out trying to hitch a ride.
I bet you were
Great on top of the Egg's well documented drinking problem you have gone and made him a Butt Head now
"Oh, no! Not you again!"
Well done - glad to see the egg is en route again. I didn't realize the weight of such responsibility.
I didn't make him a but head. He drove himself to it with the long hours and high stress.
Nice job Mark ...but the Brucing's are set in stone....
Andycap...you may not have put the Butts in his hand but you are an enabler
BTW, just for mapping purposes, that Tag was located at
116 Naticook Road
Merrimack, NH 03054-4209
16 months ago, I added my moniker to Mr. Egg's (at the time) fairly naked hide at a campground way up north (Mount Carlton Provincial Park, New Brunswick, Canada, which is as far north (and perhaps east) as Mr. Egg has yet been):
But alas, I didn't have a scratchy tool with me and the marker I used wasn't permanent, 'cause that tat wore off over his long subsequent travels. This time, I made sure it was deep and (hopefully) permanent. (Please forgive me for overwriting bits of some earlier scribblings):
I introduced him to the local clan:
and thought maybe he'd like to visit some of his relatives.
"Hi, guys! What, no tats?"
But, being completely oblivious to his egg-ness, I offered him an inappropriate breakfast. Consequently, he has stopped talking to me altogether:
He said, "Get me outta here!" and I comply in my next post.
Here's your new tag:
It's on the ...
end of the ...
Little Squiddy, the Egg and I took a little walk out on the bridge:
where Mr. Egg took in the view of New England's longest river:
Squiddy bailed on that idea (and it's a damn good thing I didn't drop Mr. Egg off the railing into the river 200 feet below, eh? )
Back at the parking lot, from a view a little further from the bridge:
Turn around and you'll see this speed limit sign and a stump right behind it:
Just behind the stump you'll see a hemlock tree with lower branches that touch the ground:
Mr. Egg and his traveling companions (augmented a bit by yours truly) are in a plastic bag right under that branch (I'm holding it up in this picture):
Goodbye, Eggie! Bon Voyage! Bon Chance! (What? You're still not talking to me?)
Great tag there squid. Too soon for me to visit with the bugger again? I am headed that way this weekend. I imagine some of teh Western Mass folks should be able to grab the Tag and take it West.
glad to see someone else having fun with the egg too!!!!
I was out for a ride today when my phone rang. "Self," I thought, "this must be some sort of emergency, everyone likely to call me knows I'm out riding!", so I stopped to answer it. Imagine my surprise to hear my friend Egg on the line!
He says to me, "Volta, I'm in a really rough spot right now. You'll never believe what that last guy put me through! First, he bragged about how he was keeping several of my cousins captive in his kitchen, then he brutally murdered two of them and tried to make me eat them! Then he dragged me out to the middle of nowhere and tried to push me off a bridge! Luckily, I was able to escape into the woods and hide until he finally left. Now I'm stuck out here, freezing my nuggets off in this wind, any chance you can come pick me up?"
"Of course," I say, "what are friends for?", and quickly detour to pick him up:
Since we were in the neighborhood anyway, we decided to run up to VT to grab the NNE tag:
Then, cold and hungry, we started looking for a diner or something to get some food and warm up. Sadly, all the diners we came across were closed, so we ended up at Nick's, across from the Miss Bellows Falls Diner. Of course, this being a bar and Egg not having any ID on him, we had to keep a low profile so there aren't any food photos.
Warmed up and with full bellies, we went back out to the bike, where the puddle I'd parked next to had skimmed over with ice. We had a quick discussion and agreed that getting home quickly seemed like the best idea, so we crossed the river into NH and followed NH123 into MA where we could pick up some quick roads home.
Once inside, we had a couple hot drinks to warm up
before Egg spotted the good whisky
All I can say is his trials these past few days must have really took their toll on him, he passed out on the couch after a single dram!
... and now it is time for me to follow his lead.
Lock the whisky up!!! He can kill a well stocked supply.
Wow, I kinda wish I was going over to your house for Thanksgiving....
Now take it down south before winter really hits...
Egg and I joined a bunch of other bikers for a great dinner:
After all that food and drink, we agreed the best course of action was to just go home to sleep it off.