Kickin it on the top of Oldsmobile Hill on a big weekend should be titled, "The National Past Time". There ain't nothing better than watching everybody run the hill. You get cool buggies, quads, bikes, and an occasional "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING" showing what they got. It is somethin the Slapster just looooooooves to do. But occasionally, you're "kickin time" gets interrupted by some knucklehead that...Well, let da Slapster tell ya about it.

The sun was shinin warm, and Mother G was looking exceptionally beautimus (when does she not?). It was mid-day on a big weekend, and Olds was-a-rockin. Although there was many races going on, the Banshee boys was owning the hill. Slappy just love the sound of them "hopped-up" Banshees...The McSlappmachine always be gettin jealous when Slappy watch them. Anyways, Slappy had to go #1 reeeeaaaaal bad, and the coast was clear. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH...WHATTA RELIEF, WHEW!. So as Slappy jumped back on the McSlappmachine to resume his "spectating", a single buggy pulled right in next to Slappy, and decided to bury his tires--VVVVRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPP!!!. A huge wall of sand shot into da air, covering Slappy and the McSlappmachine from head to tail pipe. Even the Slapsters drink was flooded with Mother G sand...Now don't get Slappy wrong, he sure do love Mother and her beautimus golden sand, but Slappy sure as hell wasn't expecting a Mother G washing at that moment. Slappy cleared his eyes and looked over to witness a family of five laughing, giggling, and pointing at the Slapster to what just happened. The only thing Slappy could do was laugh along with them, wishing deep down that a comet would fly outta da sky and smash them to bits.

Outta the buggy jumped three youngsters no older than 10, and mom and pops. OOOOHHHH how cute! Pops came over to Slappy and said, "Not a good spot to be sitting hey buddy?" and laughed as he tackled one of his boys in the sand. The other two kids then jumped on his back, screaming and laughing joyfully. When the wrestling subsided, the kids began playing in the sand behind the McSlappmachine, and right where Slappy had just relieved hisself. Slap just watched with joy as one of the kids formed the perfect sized "urine baseball" fresh from Slappy and Mother G. Slappy was rolling. But you'll never guess what happened next. That kid reared back and said, "Hey dad, watch out" and threw a "sand-clumped" fastball right at pops, nailing him square in the chest. OOOOHHH how sweet it was. Seconds later, the whole family was throwing wet sand at each other, not having a clue where that sand came from.

As Slappy packed up to leave, he handed out a handful of 'tootsie rolls' to them youngsters, and wished them well. Pops just smiled and waved goodbye, then joyfully tackled another kid into the sand. Slappy slowly rolled down Olds thinking to hisself, "That kid sure had one hell of a fastball".

Wet sand balls and tootsie rolls... You kill me Slappy, too funny.
Doug

Too Funny Slappy, LMFAO...

Wet Sand at Glamis and yellow snow, you should know better

These kids were running around ON TOP of Olds. Hill??? Not 2 Bright...

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Slappy I hope they enjoyed them tootsie rolls. And just before you left you should have told them were the wet sand came from. I would love to have seen the look on the Dads face when he found out.
Great story, had me rolling.

LMFAO Slappy. Great story. And pay-backs are always the worst. Didn't even have to try. Some things are just meant to be. Don't those tootsie-rolls have something in them. Kinda like action in the rear or similar to that? Was that left-over from the gas station days? Peace

yo slap, imagine when that fool reads this Slappy, he`ll know who it was sweet

hahahah, omg, what an @ss but your right Slap, it's nice when they get what they deserve in the end! Great story Slap... thanks for the laugh

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Thanks y'all, it was pretty funny . What a great way to end a beautims day at Olds. Ya know brotheren, Slap didn't be thinkin bout dat one...UUUUHHHHH OOOOHHHHH...

Not to worry, Slap. There's NO WAY those incosiderat folks could be readers here!

Besides, even if they were, they couldn't tell a soul or we'ed all get to laugh at 'em!

Hahahahahahahahahahaha

PastorVor

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