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[TomZ]

We were 4 rods on the beach looking for bass and ass of course. Young , stupid and horny. It was now the fall of 1951. It was an overcast day in Sept and the shot at a large bass around was inevitable. Like predators we hunted by shores religiously catching fish throughout the season. We were hotshots and bullies of the surf. Territorial like a pack of wolves.

I remember Tony J. from Staten Island from the 40's. This guy was a 250 pound monster and used to fart like a bastard. If methane could be bottled from his ass, someone would have made a fortune and probably we wouldn't rely much on the Arabs. His farting skills were second to none, incomparable, unchallenged and a god of pranks. He could fart on demand off course with confidence and with unwavering stealth as he looked you straight in your eyes. Tony was a ladies man off course.

I remember we were at Breezy with Tony. A gorgeous girl was passing by and we dared Tony to go up and let a giant one out of the his tunnel. "You f'ing dare me Tommy? I'll show you ass*ole!" and away he went while we thought of all the scenarios. We couldn't stop laughing for the next 3 hours. My pal Phil and John chuckled endlessly as Tony put on that Don Juan look and recharged his batteries and bowels. Tony was never to pass up a dare. Once we made him run in town without any clothes for 5 blocks in October. That son of a gun did it.

So he walks up to this girl starts talking with her. She's friendly and all. She's laughing and his telling her jokes. She's getting into him and we're thinking he won't go through with it cause she's so hot. I start yelling "Ok forget it, don't worry". I was backing out from daring him. Tony turns around and gives me the look. It was the "don’t f**k with Tony J. look". Okayyyy so be it.

Then it happens. A huge crash wave smashes the surf and Tony lets out the nuke of the century making Hiroshima like a bubble wrap being pressed by a kid. The earth shook and the our ears deafened. The face of this girl was priceless. From a happy laughing face to a confused, scared, druggie look. She pushes Tony back, he falls backwards and lands on his ass. She leaves abruptly heading further west like a scared puppy.

"I won't do it again, I promise, come back!" , "They put me up to it" exclaimed Tony. It was over. She learned a lesson. Tony J was heart broken. But he was a prankster and real pisser when it came to fu***'ng with you. Basically a good guy and we loved him for being that. He was raw.

In 1990, when I met Tony again. I couldn't believe my eyes. Was I hallucinating? Tony much older off course and hand in hand with his wife. As I met his wife and the formalities was over, I couldn't get my eyes of her. I was drawn to her for some reason. Perhaps I had seen her somewhere? As I stared aimlessly while Tony yapped about his exciting life, it hit me.

It was her. It was the same girl in 1951 on that Sept day on the beach that got shell shocked by Tony's antics. All three of us had a good laugh .

Tony died in 2001 with Maggy by her side. It was sad day for our freinds. If it wasn’t for the dare, they would have never met perhaps. Funny isn’t it?

Moral of this story is that every little action we do in life affects us in some way or form. Be careful what you do. You write your own history and along with it affect others in the process.

[melnyk]

LMFAO! Tom, looks like Pete should be payin' you to write too! What a great story!

[wader-dad]

Great story. Life is worth living. we all have our memories of good times.

I have a slightly similar story. In the early 80's, I was with some people I did not know too well. The topic of St. Louis came up. There was a nice looking girl there so I tried to be dashing. I told them all of my theory that when the wagon trains were going west, they threw out all of the ugly women in ST. Louis and those beastly women had ugly daughters and they in turn had even uglier daughters and that is why St Louis had the worst looking women in the U. S. Then I guy turns to the girl and says Cindy- Didn't you grow up somewhere in the midwest. She looks at me with fire in her eyes and says. Yes- I was born and raised in St. Louis!!! Needless to say that we just celebrated our 20th anniversary.

Just another little story of how things work out for Valentines Day. Rob

[rocka]

lol great storys guys
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[Montauk Pete]

That was hilarious! Awesome story.

[richtrox]

Thanks for a great story. Life can be stranger (and funnier) than fiction sometimes.

[Bass Man1]

Awesome stuff, pissed in the pants!!

Then I cried !
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[TomZ]

Pete rewrote this little essay for me in his own words and my thoughts.

[tiderunner70]

absolutely hysterical
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