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The Chronicles of JayT
- Thread starter SumOfMyBits
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People forget that snow is really just crystals of ice. They think of snow as somehow mysteriously drifting from the sky, and use terms like "soft" and "powder." But driven by a harsh wind, it feels like so many mini X-acto knives plunging into your skin. It was that kind of day.
Yet there he stood, Mr. Magnanamous.... The JayT, in shorts and a thin yellow button-down with his spatula held at the ready, toes lightly gripping his flip-flops. We huddled inside the house, not willing to brave the elements in such a bold manner. Even with the lid down and the wall of the house between us, though, the grill in front of JayT managed to entice us with its smokey aroma.
Sum finally said "I can't stand it any more!" and went outside. Only... we saw him leave, but we didn't see him outside through the window. JayT was still standing out there, by himself, patiently waiting for the food to be ready, while the snow sliced through the air. I really couldn't figure out how he managed to stand so still without so much as a coat on, and puzzled over what happened to Sum.
Then, seemingly from nowhere, a tear appeared. No, not a tear like might come from your eye, but a tear like happens to a piece of paper. Our minds couldn't comprehend it for a moment... a tear? Then we had to stop and laugh at ourselves, for Sum was tearing down a huge photo of JayT's avatar just outside the window! He popped inside and called "come on out, y'all!"
There on the porch we found JayT with six cast iron dutch ovens simmering on their coals. Sum had fixed stuffed poblanos and turtle-head boliche, but reserved the largest DO for JayT's specialty - microwaved hot dogs. Sum turned off the snow machine in front of the window, and we all gathered 'round and shared some prize-winning grub.
True Story!
Yet there he stood, Mr. Magnanamous.... The JayT, in shorts and a thin yellow button-down with his spatula held at the ready, toes lightly gripping his flip-flops. We huddled inside the house, not willing to brave the elements in such a bold manner. Even with the lid down and the wall of the house between us, though, the grill in front of JayT managed to entice us with its smokey aroma.
Sum finally said "I can't stand it any more!" and went outside. Only... we saw him leave, but we didn't see him outside through the window. JayT was still standing out there, by himself, patiently waiting for the food to be ready, while the snow sliced through the air. I really couldn't figure out how he managed to stand so still without so much as a coat on, and puzzled over what happened to Sum.
Then, seemingly from nowhere, a tear appeared. No, not a tear like might come from your eye, but a tear like happens to a piece of paper. Our minds couldn't comprehend it for a moment... a tear? Then we had to stop and laugh at ourselves, for Sum was tearing down a huge photo of JayT's avatar just outside the window! He popped inside and called "come on out, y'all!"
There on the porch we found JayT with six cast iron dutch ovens simmering on their coals. Sum had fixed stuffed poblanos and turtle-head boliche, but reserved the largest DO for JayT's specialty - microwaved hot dogs. Sum turned off the snow machine in front of the window, and we all gathered 'round and shared some prize-winning grub.
True Story!
JayT killed by Robin in freak accident in hotel room. Hot dog found.
True story. Game over
True story. Game over
JayT killed by Robin in freak accident in hotel room. Hot dog found.
True story. Game over
Not true. I AM ALIVE!
rocketman - thats too funny! 
JT you need that shirt
BTW JT I found your biggest fan.... 
JT you need that shirt BTW JT I found your biggest fan....
So, woke up one morning and Rosinante was missing.
That's the name I gave to my Jeep Wrangler. A play on Don Quixote's trusty steed. I've done MANY treks in the AZ deserts...totally alone, and she's always pulled through.
I quickly called up the local law enforcement officials in SoFloville. They tried all the tricks in the book, but nothing came of it.
I was vexed. Total discombobulation was ensuing, and I was thinking of hittin' up some low-brow hombres in the Mexican policia.... but I'd have to drop some currency, of which is not prevalent at the moment. I was at a total loss.
That's when I got a text from TB in Vegas. "Bro-chachachalow, JT told me to tell you that he borrowed "Rosi" to go joust with some windmills in Cali."
WTF?
I know that JayT is all up on this "green" thang. Jousting with windmills is totally out of character for him.
After TB's text, I was pacing the house. I know JT is great, but jousting windmills is not his thing. I had to have faith in Rosinante that she would pull him through this ordeal.
I fell asleep that night in angst.
Next morning, I found Rosi in her proper spot, and there was a HUGE windmill blade at my doorstep... along with a basket of microwaved hot-dogs.
JT can borrow my car anytime, just let me know first!
True Story.
That's the name I gave to my Jeep Wrangler. A play on Don Quixote's trusty steed. I've done MANY treks in the AZ deserts...totally alone, and she's always pulled through.
I quickly called up the local law enforcement officials in SoFloville. They tried all the tricks in the book, but nothing came of it.
I was vexed. Total discombobulation was ensuing, and I was thinking of hittin' up some low-brow hombres in the Mexican policia.... but I'd have to drop some currency, of which is not prevalent at the moment. I was at a total loss.
That's when I got a text from TB in Vegas. "Bro-chachachalow, JT told me to tell you that he borrowed "Rosi" to go joust with some windmills in Cali."
WTF?
I know that JayT is all up on this "green" thang. Jousting with windmills is totally out of character for him.
After TB's text, I was pacing the house. I know JT is great, but jousting windmills is not his thing. I had to have faith in Rosinante that she would pull him through this ordeal.
I fell asleep that night in angst.
Next morning, I found Rosi in her proper spot, and there was a HUGE windmill blade at my doorstep... along with a basket of microwaved hot-dogs.
JT can borrow my car anytime, just let me know first!
True Story.
JayT... you're crazy!
Rosinante is blastin' Vanilla Ice tunes! Nice jab in the ribs.
Rosinante is blastin' Vanilla Ice tunes! Nice jab in the ribs.
I microwaved some gulf snapper in a banana leaf. When I opened the door to the mic I pulled out a hotdog on a stick that had a melted cheese center. Kooky.
True story.
True story.
Yeah... that'll happen on occasion when JayT is involved.
And a few bodies too!
