Marty and his friends talk about their adventures on Earth.
18 March 2007
Kidnapping of 1990
Many of you remember the infamous kidnapping of Lt. Col Kelly from Mass at the Newman Club. Here's a shot of what was going down on Lane Avenue that evening...negotiations were being made.
I still have every piece of clothing in the picture. (except the shoes). The good news is I don't wear them anymore. The bad news is I wish I could wear them (a little small now)but I can't.
Hem-It, I feel much better now knowing that about your outfit. I still have stuff from back then as well. The only difference is that Renee makes fun of me for it almost every time I talk to her.
Haven't visited in a while, just checking out some old posts. I'd be willing to bet Phill still has those jeans, too. Although he probably still wears them...as cutoffs.
Oh my... do I remember this night. I called Todd, "Todd", instead of "sir" and was so thankful that looks couldn't kill!
I still can't believe people weren't freaking about the fact that we grabbed a man, from mass, wrapped a yucky mattress around him with duct tape and threw him into the back of a pick-up truck and took off. Ahhhhh...the good old days!
8 Comments:
Why do I feel like I need to take my car to the car wash now?
Who was in the back of that pick up truck?
Hey I finally made it to the Blog! I remember that night, it was hilarious!
"Somebody duct tape him!"
Stone wash jeans rock!
I still have every piece of clothing in the picture. (except the shoes). The good news is I don't wear them anymore. The bad news is I wish I could wear them (a little small now)but I can't.
Fujimo
Hem-It, I feel much better now knowing that about your outfit. I still have stuff from back then as well. The only difference is that Renee makes fun of me for it almost every time I talk to her.
Eagle sweats anyone?
Frankie
Haven't visited in a while, just checking out some old posts. I'd be willing to bet Phill still has those jeans, too. Although he probably still wears them...as cutoffs.
Oh my... do I remember this night. I called Todd, "Todd", instead of "sir" and was so thankful that looks couldn't kill!
I still can't believe people weren't freaking about the fact that we grabbed a man, from mass, wrapped a yucky mattress around him with duct tape and threw him into the back of a pick-up truck and took off. Ahhhhh...the good old days!
Take care,
SOX
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