The party was held at the home of John T. Arthur. We would eat, drink, tell jokes, trade stories and just generally have a good time. Since L.A.D. showed up and really made a pest of himself, John decided that was the last year for the party. Because of L.A.D. a yearly tradition was ended.
L.A.D. needed someone to take him to the airport. I really didn't want to take him but I did it as a favor to John. That morning, I was letting farts so terrible that I was offending myself! The night before I was given a HUGE mug to drink beer that said "I Bet You Can't". Well, I did twice by myself and the third time Pirate Rambo (CSIC) and I passed it back and forth. The next morning, I was quite hungover but decided to go and have breakfast just the same. I kinda figured L.A.D. would be riding with me somewhere. I decided to have eggs, mushrooms, white milk, and anything I could think of to have terrible smelling farts and plenty of them.
About an hour or so after everyone left, my plan started working. About a half an hour went by and I decided it was time to leave. I agreed to take L.A.D. to Buffalo to the airport. I told him that this was out of my way and that he would be paying for anything I wanted along the way, he agreed. We started toward Buffalo and I started farting. L.A.D. started to roll the window down and I told him to get it back up or walk. HE (reluctantly) put the window back up and begged me not to fart again. RIPPPP there went another one, his hand started for the window crank again and I told him, "It's a long walk to Buffalo from here. I would think seriously about putting that window down." I told him the air conditioner was on and I would not have him roll the window down. Well, the air conditioner was broken and the car was hot. I wanted to make this trip as miserable for him as possible. He had made the shortwave band miserable so this was a little payback for him.
Not only did I fart up a storm during the trip, I also lectured him about his conduct on the bands. I made him buy me lunch and made him give me some extra money for my inconveinence of driving him out of my way. There was a town along the way that was offering helicopter rides, I was going to have him pay for a helicopter ride for me but I was too hungover and didn't think my stomach would take to the skies. Hell, I might have let one of those toxic farts in the helicopter and killed the pilot. I am glad I got to do this little deed. If my memory serves me right, this was the last time that I had ever talked to L.A.D.
Thanks to L.A.D. a lot of changes took place, ultimatly we were the ones to suffer for it. The only thanks I have for him is that 1) He gave me something to make programs about 2) If it wasn't for him this story would not exist 3) He paid for my trip to Niagra Falls (tee-hee-hee).
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