What to do with the time?

[jester]

My dad was red but we made him grey.

My youngest sister is red. She started ginger but as she grew went a shade so bright red the school accused her of dying her hair.

I have a bright red beard.

One of my early gfs was a natural red, which I discovered later on in the relationship because she couldn't die all of it everywhere.

Have you noticed that "redheads" dominate the what to do the time thread.

It's official. Redheads help make time more bearable.

[Magrat2005]

Re: RED

Originally posted by firegirl
say magrat - are you a scorpio?
because, red-headed scorpios are wicked awesome.

I was born on the 26th August, that makes me a Virgo

[firegirl]

I have a friend who was born on the 28th of August who says she's a Leo.

??

[Magrat2005]

youre a Virgo if your were born between Aug 24-Sep 22
Leo's are July 23-Aug 23

[firegirl]

hm. interesting.

[Evan Young]

oh cool, what a fun conversation to read!

My mom is a Leo. Aug 22nd!
One time I made out with this blond chick in Colorado who was a leo. I think her birthday was aug 19th! I made out with this other chick in Massachusets who was a Virgo, but I don't know when her birthday was. That Virgo chick was a red head, but she dyes her hair black most of the time. My girlfriend is a blond taurus, and my the girl before her was a blond sagitarius, and the girl before her was a blond libra, and the girl before her was a burnette gemini and the girl before her was another burnette gemini, and my highschool girlfriend was a blond cancer... It's possible that I have made out with every sign in the book, and slept with most of them. Isn't that interesting?

[Butterfly Man]

I'll bet she was a water sign ...

When I was 8, I swam naked every Saturday @ Yale… all the little boys did ... about 35 of us … only the instructors wore suits … I always wondered why my parents sent me there … it was free, I guess, because my father did his fellowship there … I always get a kick out of saying that even though I haven't a clue what the fuck a fellowship is. Anyway that's not my story … my story doesn't even really start here … it starts in England really, where I learned to swim, but I wanted to use the word "fellowship" so I added that part … Anyway, we got little patches to sew on our swimsuits … different colors meant different accomplishments … you know, like merit badges in the cub scouts.

I remember the horror when my first patch was pink how hard I tried after that to get another patch Any Color Other Than Pink Please Gawd... yes, even at that tender age of 8, I was concerned about my fellowship ...

I was a good swimmer at an early age, naked or not, that's what I'm trying to say... that and the word "fellowship."

Anyway, here's where the story starts … I was still young … not 8 more like 28 … almost … in Boulder Colorado (at the secret, but not so secret that I didn't find out about it after being in town less than 24 hours) Celestial Seasons Lake. The tea people owned the land but they let everybody swim there … naked … I guess it added some flavor to the teas ... after all it was the late 70’s.

I went there with a mime, Jason was his name, he was the most talented person I knew at the time … he did everything juggling, magic, mime, was a dancer, had a long lean lithe body and presumably liked to go swimming naked … the only thing Jason lacked was that he was never did a "fellowship" anywhere ... I can't tell you how good it felt to say that again ...

So off we went. … I brought some juggling clubs so I wouldn't have to look at anybody if I didn't want to.

When we got there it was pretty much what you'd expect to see, a lot of ugly people running around naked … there was this one guy (isn't there always) with these oversized testicles swinging from one peer group to another -- pun intended.

So Mr. "Carries his balls in a Wheelbarrow" (Bill Hicks line) walks up to me while I'm juggling and starts asking me about juggling, and I'm prayin to god this asshole doesn't want me to teach him anything... Standing there side by side doing 3 but having 7 in the air not including our eyes and balls of our feet … but you gotta know the joke. Ugh shudder.

So to distract Mr. Testossterosa, I ask him how wide the lake is … he says almost exactly a mile … and I say, "oh really that's all … gee when I was on the swimming team in high school we all swam a mile before practice just to warm up" (I was being a little "cocky" since next to him I had trouble being "ballsy").

The truth is, I swam a mile before and after practice because I was the lousiest swimmer on the team and the coach was trying to make me better ...(I sucked so bad)… Did I also mention that I looked dorky in a Speedo with my wide hips and skinny legs? I don't even want to talk about the bald spot just beginning to show when my hair got wet … and I was only 16!

So I tell Great Balls of Bonehead, I think I'll go for a swim … and I just drop the clubs on the beach, jump in the water and start swimming … totally confident I'd make it across … I wasn't even thinking of coming back because I never wanted to see the human pendulum again.

When I got about halfway … I started slowing down … something was different … my pace was fading… I didn't seem to be getting as much air when I took a breath … I started struggling for enough air … I stopped for a second, treading water … I looked …I was about halfway … it didn't matter if I turned around or not... same distance in any direction I took …I could tell I was very tired… I realized I couldn't make it… I started to panic … I started back but my arms were thrashing more wildly …. I started to gasp … hyperventilate … I swallowed some water … I coughed it out … my heart started to beat wildly out of control … I gotta make it! ... Oh my god, I'm gonna drown … cough, no no ... and just then … just in the nick of time … a savior on a raft … a girl a pretty girl … a very pretty girl ... a babe ...one hot momma ... and she's got a raft … right out there in the middle of nowhere. So I grab the back of the small rubber raft, it's soft so it bends under me. I'm still coughing, but hey, I'm buoyant. I stop gulping air … I start to breath more normally. … my heart slows. This angel, this beautiful angel, she saved my life … this very hot, sexy, naked angel just saved my life! And I start to think... hmm, I'm naked … she's naked… We're on a raft in the middle of a lake … no one is around … I might have just almost died … but now I'm alive... I'm ALIVE! If life is an emotional rollercoaster, I was on the Wild Mouse!

So my story ends here, except I feel I have to share with you the image of how she paddled me back to shore … legs apart … her warm lifesaving vagina staring me in the face. Me, still holding on to the back of the raft … wanting to look and not look … my fellowship wriggling in the waves.

[jester]

I have a similar swimming story (swam too far had to get back) but nobody rescued me. Another swimmer swam out and met me on the way back and encouraged me. I had hypothermia. No lovely naked women in this one.

[Eveish]

Yay for red-heads (yes, ok, I am one too)
Yay for scorpios! (ok, I'm one of those as well)
hmm.. spare time? welp, I don't have much of that as I run a circus, but if I do get time off, drinking milk shakes in the city centre, climbing trees and playing circus games with randoms at festivals is always fun