Sat Shack
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Re: Sat Shack
At this ski swap at the ymca. Came to try and sell.
They’ve been advertising all over, but I get here, and learn there’s a 20% commission on all sales. Woulda liked to know that up front.
I balked and walked out, cuz I could prob net more just selling on my own. But now might just go back.
They’ve been advertising all over, but I get here, and learn there’s a 20% commission on all sales. Woulda liked to know that up front.
I balked and walked out, cuz I could prob net more just selling on my own. But now might just go back.
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Fuck it, I’m going back in.
The commission goes to some local Nordic ski nonprofit, and I’d at least rather support that than some other shit.
Plus, and perhaps more importantly, it’s networking. I wanna meet the new director of this ski center, who’s supposedly some retired Olympian and prob thinks he’s faster than me.
Plus, ski bunnies!
But for real text me if any chicks show up at the shack.
The commission goes to some local Nordic ski nonprofit, and I’d at least rather support that than some other shit.
Plus, and perhaps more importantly, it’s networking. I wanna meet the new director of this ski center, who’s supposedly some retired Olympian and prob thinks he’s faster than me.
Plus, ski bunnies!
But for real text me if any chicks show up at the shack.
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Rumplemints shots.
Sorry everyone.
Sorry everyone.
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It wasn’t really what I expected.
I thought it was just a friendly local ski swap to help locals sell. It was more so a garage sale for the nonprofit or whatever, plus the ski shop itself liquidating last year’s rentals.
Most of the stuff was old busted ass antiques that looked like stuff somebody dug out of their attic, while I’m sitting there with these late model race skis.
Several chicks there tho! Run into one big eyed brunette and try to be friendly. Hey I know a shortcut downstairs to the boots and stuff, let’s go! “Ok!” Sup, you local?
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“Yeah, but not from here.”
Not sure what that means. Either way, she briskly walked away.
Whatever babe, imma go check out the boots.
I thought it was just a friendly local ski swap to help locals sell. It was more so a garage sale for the nonprofit or whatever, plus the ski shop itself liquidating last year’s rentals.
Most of the stuff was old busted ass antiques that looked like stuff somebody dug out of their attic, while I’m sitting there with these late model race skis.
Several chicks there tho! Run into one big eyed brunette and try to be friendly. Hey I know a shortcut downstairs to the boots and stuff, let’s go! “Ok!” Sup, you local?
…
“Yeah, but not from here.”
Not sure what that means. Either way, she briskly walked away.
Whatever babe, imma go check out the boots.
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The only snow we have seen at the Shack has been on Hawklins handheld mirror in the ladies room.
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Oh!
I almost forgot to mention my big score:
a race suit!
I almost forgot to mention my big score:
a race suit!
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hell yea...
we used to call that time traveler because it goes down easy but before you know it its 4 or 5 hours later and you have no idea where ya were or how ya got there
Just Ledoux it
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You'll need to race to get a stool at the bar next Saturday.
As you know, normally, there are twelve stools at the bar.
Each have a character assigned to em, on a shitty print out with a name and screengrab, that you get once you sit down and order a drink at the bar.
Buy in is a minimum 100 dollar bar tab.
At 12 pm on one tv we put 6 slasher films on the bar, in a row, and roll a die, determining the order they are played.
You've been assigned a character from these films, two of them die each movie.
If you're the last to survive, your tab is on us.
As you know, normally, there are twelve stools at the bar.
Each have a character assigned to em, on a shitty print out with a name and screengrab, that you get once you sit down and order a drink at the bar.
Buy in is a minimum 100 dollar bar tab.
At 12 pm on one tv we put 6 slasher films on the bar, in a row, and roll a die, determining the order they are played.
You've been assigned a character from these films, two of them die each movie.
If you're the last to survive, your tab is on us.
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Any seat that opens bc a person abandons it after they've died ( or too drunk ) can buy in for the 100 minimum, roll two die, and get assigned a copy of one of the characters for the same deal.
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What how’s that work?
Like what copy of one of the characters? Aren’t they already dead? Do I have to take off my race suit?
Like what copy of one of the characters? Aren’t they already dead? Do I have to take off my race suit?
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Anybody got an extra Die? we need 3 so we can play cee-lo while the movies on. I miss shooting dice for dollars
Just Ledoux it
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wtf
so at the ski swap this dood picked up the skis and carried them around. I bump into him and comment that they were mine and hope he enjoys. He then asks to hold them behind the counter.
Then just now I get a call from this number from the totally random thread. My skis didn’t sell. Wut? This guy was carrying them around and held them behind the counter.
Oh well he must have changed his mind, cuz they ended up back out one of the tables. But if you want, you can donate them to the high school ski club. Some high school racer sure would enjoy them….
What?
She ended up talking me into donating them to the high school. I might have just done that up front if I’d known it was an option, but that was such a weird exchange, I feel funny, gimme some of that mouthwash or whatever you guys are drinking.
so at the ski swap this dood picked up the skis and carried them around. I bump into him and comment that they were mine and hope he enjoys. He then asks to hold them behind the counter.
Then just now I get a call from this number from the totally random thread. My skis didn’t sell. Wut? This guy was carrying them around and held them behind the counter.
Oh well he must have changed his mind, cuz they ended up back out one of the tables. But if you want, you can donate them to the high school ski club. Some high school racer sure would enjoy them….
What?
She ended up talking me into donating them to the high school. I might have just done that up front if I’d known it was an option, but that was such a weird exchange, I feel funny, gimme some of that mouthwash or whatever you guys are drinking.
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man ....I dunno if it was the Rumpleminzs....or if somebody slipped something in my drink. Or.....could be been the Nyquil. I was out. took my kid to bed at 8:15.....never returned. I was gonzo...I fell asleep within 2 minutes of laying down. gone.
Just Ledoux it
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Dude, jelly.
I couldn’t sleep, tossed and turned most of the night, wondering if the high school ski club or whoever just conned me out of my skis. Imma call back say it feels weird, and at least ask for a donation receipt or something.
When I finally did fall asleep, like right before my alarm went off, I was finally deep into REM sleep enjoying one of those vivid sex dreams.
This ski bunny chick I used to ski with back in the day was suddenly all up on me with her tits in my face…nice. We were on various furniture at some little house in the woods, and also there was a mountain lion on the loose in the house so the titties (nice) were occasionally interrupted by a stalking apex predator…you know, because dreams.
I couldn’t sleep, tossed and turned most of the night, wondering if the high school ski club or whoever just conned me out of my skis. Imma call back say it feels weird, and at least ask for a donation receipt or something.
When I finally did fall asleep, like right before my alarm went off, I was finally deep into REM sleep enjoying one of those vivid sex dreams.
This ski bunny chick I used to ski with back in the day was suddenly all up on me with her tits in my face…nice. We were on various furniture at some little house in the woods, and also there was a mountain lion on the loose in the house so the titties (nice) were occasionally interrupted by a stalking apex predator…you know, because dreams.