Yes!
When I was 17 and had just joined the Navy, about three weeks after boot camp, some friends and I traveled from Orlando to Daytona Beach. We partied all night, spent all our money getting drunk, and stayed overnight in the car on the beach. I woke up at about 4am, got out of the car and fell asleep on the hood of the car. At about 9am, I was awaked by my friends. They wanted to They wanted to head to the beaches with all the girls. I got up and they all got worried looks. I asked why. My back was lobster red. The sun came up about 6:30am and I had been lying unprotected from it for two-and-a-half hours. I started getting very sick and they had to scrape their plans for the day to take me back to base to the hospital. Yes, I had sun poisoning. Fair skin does not handle sun very well. Since then I have never had more than a minor sunburn. I still have a scar on my back where I lost a chunk of skin.
How long could you survive on a deserted island alone, aka 'Cast Away' the 2000 film with Tom Hanks. (Yes, Mr. Wilson can be there too.)
Hi Larry. Moe and Curly were asking for you down the street. Do not worry , I will keep the spot warm.
I sure wish more people were less thin skinned.
A friend of mine was speaking to me about dog's bollocks. A person neither of us knew stopped as they were passing us. They got upset at our profane language in public. I explained what we were talking about (cheat plug here; read my latest story to find out about dog's bollocks) and they seemed to calm down. I then said "What does it matter, are you the language police?" They began yelling and screaming and I just stood there astonished at the response. My silence seemed to only upset them more. They were red in the face, spittle in the corners of their mouth, and veins almost visibly throbbing mad. I tried to calm them down, be deferential, and apologize, but to no avail. Everything I did seemed to wind them up more. I was not really mad, just embarrassed as everyone was watching in the imminent area. There was only two possible things left for me to do. I could have left, but that is not my style. So I started screwing with their mind. Making little faces, smiling at them, and I even yawned. I thought their head was going to explode. I was a bad boy. Just too thin skinned by far. If they had been a little less thin skinned (not to mention nosey), they would not have been upset and look foolish; and I would not have wound up looking childish. (but honestly is was a bit of fun)
Welcome Tiffany. I hope you enjoy the stories and the wonderful people of Stories Space. I look forward to reading your tales.
Pardon me. Old man standing.
Miller Anderson
A guitarist I knew in Scotland. He had just finished playing with a group called Chicken Shack, but my favorite of his was when he had played with T-Rex years earlier. He was a decent snooker player and loved a pint or two, but could not throw a dart if his life depended on it.
Wish I knew where he was these day. He was a good mate even to a wet behind the ears bloody Yank.
Just saw this. Very good. Thank you Rick.
Hello my friend. Be careful your shoe is untied. Made you look and I moved in behind.
But obviously that does not work well. See here I still am behind you.
Thank you for distracting them Paul. That gave me the chance to sneak in right back here.
It is not the food that should scare you, it is the resulting smog.
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