Grateful Dead

An old, blind Marine wanders into an all-girl biker bar by mistake.
He finds his way to a bar stool and orders a shot of Jack Daniels.
After sitting there for a while, he yells to the bartender, 'Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?'
The bar immediately falls absolutely silent.
In a very deep, husky voice, the woman next to him says,
'Before you tell that joke I think it is only fair, given that you are blind, that you should know five things:
1. The bartender is a blonde girl with a baseball bat.
2. The bouncer is a blonde girl.
3. I'm a 6-foot tall, 175-pound blonde woman with a black belt in karate.
4. The woman sitting next to me is blonde and a professional weight lifter.
5. The lady to your right is blonde and a professional wrestler.
Now, think about it seriously, do you still wanna tell that blonde joke?' The blind Marine thinks for a second, shakes his head and mutters, 'No...not if I'm gonna have to explain it five times.

....been there. Years ago. I was probably 19-20. Was partying at a friends apartment and went to use the bathroom after drinking way too much and snorting coke. Pants down. Midway through, I felt that saliva buildup that occurs when projectile vomit is on the horizon. Switched from standing to piss, to kneeling to throw up. Threw up then passed out with my pants still around my ankles. Came to, then realized I couldn't see. Back then I wore contacts, and I apparently had puked so hard that they popped out and into the toilet.
I stumbled out of the bathroom with my friends laughing.
"We got a pic of you dude".
So, apparently there is a pic out there somewhere of me in an embarrassing situation.
At least they drove me back to my apartment so I could get my back up glasses because I'm blind w/o them.
Haven't worn contacts in over twenty years.
Was never a fan of poking my finger in my eye anyways.

Though I knew him not at all

Lame

Cream lyricist and so much more.

Aaaaa dude, that’s too far lol
Poor bastard. Noooooww if someone had got a pic… ; )

the best example of the "public" admiration has to be at Ventura County Fairgrounds, not sure what year...some guy had passed out even before the show started...his friends left him in a janitor's closet that was situated just as you walked into the men's room....each time I walked into the pisser he was covered more and more with trash...towards the end only a bit of his face was showing through the mound of debris...wish I knew whether or not they collected him on thier way out...what else are friends for???

Thanks for the heads up on GarciaLive 20. Looks great! Might order that print in fact.

And of course the long awaited HCS 73 box is coming as well! Listened to the 5/20/72 SB show recently and of course it did not disappoint!

This week end has been all about late Little Feat so far which always makes me smile.

And a surprising and loud romp through those first four Aerosmith albums I loved so much as Boston boy in the 70’s.

Wish Jerry and Brent and all could have cleaned up and maintained to hang with us awhile longer as well, but no judging and am so grateful for all Garcia and co gave us while with us. The wheel keeps turning and all….

Be well all!

Thank you for the information. At least I know that I’m not losing my mind. One of our local clubs has been doing the same thing, although not as drastically.

1st - it is somewhat gratifying watching these guys struggle. Today seems a bit unfair with the weather conditions, though. If you look at the weather map, there’s a band of rain that seems stuck just over Rochester.

As I said earlier, we were there on Wednesday. John Rahm, who just birdied 13, hit a viewing tent on that same hole that is 25 yards to the right of the fairway. A few holes later, we saw three consecutive guys hit it into the creek. My favorite story, however, was back in 2003 at the same course. The very first professional golf shot I ever saw in person. Ernie Els was on the tee during the actual tournament and shanked his shot into the woods on the right. MFer he bellowed loudly.

Hey, at least ya didn’t decorate him!
That was our thing for a while: if you passed out in a “public” space you would be decorated…
You couldn’t touch anybody if they went to bed, only if they passed out say, on the kitchen floor.
Then, it was our sworn solemn duty to decorate them.
This could be accomplished by utilizing different methodologies, usually involving placing objects strategically, but inevitably might end up with certain “art” being applied with sharpies.
The most infamous occasion occurred at my buddy/band mates batch party we throw on his property: outdoor jam sessions, babes, big bonfires, beer barrels and sheet pizzas etc. Well around dawn sometime after decorating the happy couple who passed out in each other’s arms, but foot to jowl, on the couch, thus by law necessitating the said decorating, and after tactfully messing with objects around the house,( things like replacing a wall clock so it’s upside down, moving little things around the house, or reorienting books on a shelf, switching the way the fridge door swings in extreme case), oh, and TPing the trees, after all that at dawn it was down to just ole Howard and myself as Adler had finally succumbed and passed out on a lawn chair outside, so of course we drew inappropriate male genitalia on his forehead just as our buddies Straight laced wealthy Dr. Mother pulls up in her cedes lol. At this point ole Howard and I figured maybe the party was over and we should excuse ourselves. So with a big good mornin howdy do and a proverbial tip o the hat to the Mrs we were outta there like white on rice.
EPILOGUE: as told by those involved. so the Mrs wakes up our Bud in a less than friendly manor after surveying the vast and comprehensive carnage, especially said Adler and his magnificent face art, who proceeds to send poor Adler and other sleeping dogs on their way. Well Adler ends up hitching back into town, but wonders why no one will pick him up, usually no big deal? Eventually, someone he knows picks him up, chuckles but doesn’t mention the amazing art Adler’s sporting on his face. They decide to go to the bar that opens at 7:00, 8:00 AM? Man it’s been a long time lol, so anyway, in they go at witch time the whole bar gives Adler the appropriate appreciation of his fine art, that he’s STILL unaware of, but after such a rousing greeting, and a need to relieve himself, he finally gets to appreciate the fine art in rest room mirror, with a an “aaaa phuch and a grown so load that the entire bar hears it and is set off again, culminating in a standing ovation as he returns to the bar!
Me, I’m old so only tell of such things anymore, for good or for Ill. Howard, he’s still an acid gobbling Neal speed cross country driving madman even pushing 70!
Oh, so when we finally meet up with ole Adler again, and he asks why’d we did that to him as we had been a an Olympic decorating team that night, I told him to listen to Jack Straw ; )

PS: oh, the ultimate decorating involved the decorating, film or video documentation to be used at the future best appropriate time, then removing all objects without waking the victim or their knowledge. One year we turned a pic into a Christmas card and sent it to the victims mom! Of course the downside was the time we were decorating another buddies wife while he video taped it and she woke up….no bueno!