not that kind of snow LA Duck. Your post and Daystalkers Escobar comment made me think of my Michael Corleone years. Totally off topic useless post, so stop reading if you are busy. 1983 or 1984. Or 1985, it’s all a blur.I did a line here or there my senior year at SC. Other than that my budget was limited to dime bags of Acapulco gold weed. Which was really just dirt, stems and seeds that popped when you took a hit. Some rich kid at SC had some coke and let me try it. Shazam! It was like a light was turned on in a dark room. About a year later, I got my first job at a major financial services company. My first month there, just as I’m just figuring out where the bathrooms are, working late because the fawkers piled on the work, And I was always the hardest working guy anywhere i went. There were only three of us on the whole floor, working late. Turns out one of the guys was from Colombia and these two guys had a secret. The Colombian dude had family shipping him some of Colombias finest export ( besides top shelf pu$$y) . So that night, my new vertically challenged diminutive Colombian friend , goes to the office supply room and comes back with a key of coke (2.2 lbs for you non metric goofs) . If you have never seen a key , let me tell you, it is a big fawking pile to ski on. Big pile. And this was before he stepped on it. Turns out, once these guys learned where I grew up and lived, they deduced that I could be an asset. It’s why they let me in on their secret. I had to know small time dealers that could help in distribution, if I were from that area . Turns out , i couldn’t help much there since growing up I always avoided associating with drug dealers. Nevertheless, my Michael Corleone years kicked off. If I knew then that snorting a line off a big booty hoe’s ass was a big deal I would have done it. about 18 months later both guys were let go and the party was over. But what a party. ok back to recruiting talk. I do like to tell anecdotes.
The days of Uncle Escobar coming to town for a weekend visit are over, you would have to be suicidal to touch that now with all the crap the Chinese secret agents are cutting it with at the border.
@gaystalker, leave the gun, take the cannolis. You come to my house on the day of my daughters wedding and you want to talk about the ucla spring game? 1500 people? How did things ever get so far? I want you to arrange a meeting with the heads of the 5 families. Saban, Dabo, Kirby, Barzini, that’s what we call Harbaugh, oh and have the fat guy from Westwood work on the menu. It’s not like he is busy recruiting or organizing a spring game. The gravy must be good that night.
not that kind of snow LA Duck. Your post and Daystalkers Escobar comment made me think of my Michael Corleone years. Totally off topic useless post, so stop reading if you are busy. 1983 or 1984. Or 1985, it’s all a blur.I did a line here or there my senior year at SC. Other than that my budget was limited to dime bags of Acapulco gold weed. Which was really just dirt, stems and seeds that popped when you took a hit. Some rich kid at SC had some coke and let me try it. Shazam! It was like a light was turned on in a dark room. About a year later, I got my first job at a major financial services company. My first month there, just as I’m just figuring out where the bathrooms are, working late because the fawkers piled on the work, And I was always the hardest working guy anywhere i went. There were only three of us on the whole floor, working late. Turns out one of the guys was from Colombia and these two guys had a secret. The Colombian dude had family shipping him some of Colombias finest export ( besides top shelf pu$$y) . So that night, my new vertically challenged diminutive Colombian friend , goes to the office supply room and comes back with a key of coke (2.2 lbs for you non metric goofs) . If you have never seen a key , let me tell you, it is a big fawking pile to ski on. Big pile. And this was before he stepped on it. Turns out, once these guys learned where I grew up and lived, they deduced that I could be an asset. It’s why they let me in on their secret. I had to know small time dealers that could help in distribution, if I were from that area . Turns out , i couldn’t help much there since growing up I always avoided associating with drug dealers. Nevertheless, my Michael Corleone years kicked off. If I knew then that snorting a line off a big booty hoe’s ass was a big deal I would have done it. about 18 months later both guys were let go and the party was over. But what a party. ok back to recruiting talk. I do like to tell anecdotes.
I'm not sure of the significance of your image, BigBalls....
The only snow in LA is sortable....maybe that's what you mean? You buying not just hookers, but recruits with blow from NIL deals now? 🙂