When I was thirteen. I stepped on a 6 foot rattle snake and it chased me. For real. I had never cussed in front of my father before that. When it was chasing me I was cursing like a sailor. Oh I thought I was in so much trouble. He told me afterwords that was a very appropriate time to cuss. We corned the thing, cut off his head and a friend made rattle snake boots out of it. True Story!!!!

I don't like snakes!! I see one I run. In my opinion, the only good snake is a dead snake! Hmm, I could make a purse out of a couple of them.

Same here, with spiders and snakes. I don't care how small the spider is, I still spaz out.

Tracy quit looking at my belly! There will be no purse making here in the Club. I better slither out of here.

Snakes...yep...got my stories...
1. Did an accident investigation soem years ago on a US Army helicopter crash. The pilot was ready to take-off, he claimed he saw a snake inside the copter, opened the door, jumped out and ran away. The copter was on full power, so it flipped, crashed and burned. So, nobody believed him. While checking the remains, an Army inspector moved a panel and started to scream and also ran. From under the debri, a Water Mocassin came out from the remains, sligtly burned, but still alive. Well, it appears the pilot landed the copter during the exercise and left the door open. the outside temperature was 100 degrees plus. So, it appears the water Mocassin decided to find a place to cool down and climbed inside the copter. I cannot recall if the pilot needed a change of flight suit when he encountered the snake inside the copter.

2. While in Korea, I got invited to a Korean BBQ. One of the main selections was live Cobra. My Korean friend chooses one from the cage. The cook takes it out the cage, cuts the head off, pours the blood into a glass. Mixes the blood with some sort of liquor and hands it to my friend to drink. According to their beliefs, it is supposed to help virility. Then they proceed to skin the Cobra, clean the guts out, cut it and cook it on the grill with vegetables. Him and the other guys had a feast. Me...I waited to get back to the hotel and went to the Pizza Hut next door. I also got invited to go to a restaurant that served dog meat...I passed and took a rain check on that one. To poke fun at me...the next morning when we meet for breakfast at the hotel, a couple of the guys that went to the restaurant started barking and scratching behind their ears.

I can remember the first time I said the f-bomb in front of my father.
I thought he was going to kill me. I think I was also around 13.


ps. I love snakes.

YUCK!!! I'd have to hurl on that one!!

Figured i'd break this one out for this thread,talking about oriental food

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You have to look kinda close

GROSS! The Aspca is next to the chinese restaurant. BTW, I just planted a palmetto tree in our front yard. I was told they would live here as it only gets down to 20 degrees in the winter.

Did you happen to notice the sign on the end????