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Marie Mallory

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One my cousin brought up this week while talking on phone about one of our younger times.
We were at the Waffle House in Atlanta late one night after leaving a club in the early 1970s,a couple were in the booth next to ours.
We were talking about the cute band member there. I said he was a cute little boogar. Man and his wife overheard. Man said " Don't talk about boogers while I'm eating". He was real rude and loud.
I told him I wasn't talking about his nose boogers but a cute little drummer boy in a band. He got louder and more aggressive.
Told his wife to knock the cuss word out of me, she got up and came to our booth.
I politely told her what was going to happen if she listened to him, which only made him madder.
I said, 'first off I'll let you pass the first slap, then I'm going to whip your butt, after that you're going to jail for attacking me. So sit back down and don't listen to him, that really fired him up big time.
It all happened just like I said it would.

What story do you speak of at times?
 
Marie Mallory said:
One my cousin brought up this week while talking on phone about one of our younger times.
We were at the Waffle House in Atlanta late one night after leaving a club in the early 1970s,a couple were in the booth next to ours.
We were talking about the cute band member there. I said he was a cute little boogar. Man and his wife overheard. Man said " Don't talk about boogers while I'm eating". He was real rude and loud.
I told him I wasn't talking about his nose boogers but a cute little drummer boy in a band. He got louder and more aggressive.
Told his wife to knock the cuss word out of me, she got up and came to our booth.
I politely told her what was going to happen if she listened to him, which only made him madder.
I said, 'first off I'll let you pass the first slap, then I'm going to whip your butt, after that you're going to jail for attacking me. So sit back down and don't listen to him, that really fired him up big time.
It all happened just like I said it would.

What story do you speak of at times?
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"Don't talk about boogers, while I am posting!";)
 
Joe Riley said:
"Don't talk about boogers, while I am posting!";)
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Not even cute little drummer boogers?
I only got attacked by 3 women when I was adult, one clawed my face up real bad, mama put salt on it, no scars. She won that one, I don't know why women want to fight anyway.
 
Marie Mallory said:
Not even cute little drummer boogers?
I only got attacked by 3 women when I was adult, one clawed my face up real bad, mama put salt on it, no scars. She won that one, I don't know why women want to fight anyway.
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Reminds me of Moms Mabley, who's husband promised to come back and haunt her, when he died. "I fixed him! I buried him face down, the longer he scratch, the further away he gets!"
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Joe Riley said:
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I think the reason our animal friend's are so good to have around is they can't tell us what they really think of us sometimes.
My granddaughter who is reaching 40 is sometimes frustrated with my memory, like when I told her I like the new song, The Look, and she replied, Nana that song is 20 years old. I just said, well, its new to me.
 
Anyone have a personal story about their younger days? Good times, hard times fun hobby's, etc.?
 
My First job was at 11 or soon to be 12 washing dishes at The Teddy Bear Grill in West End Atlanta.
It's closed down several decades now.Windows and doors all boarded up.
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Joe Riley said:
Reminds me of Moms Mabley, who's husband promised to come back and haunt her, when he died. "I fixed him! I buried him face down, the longer he scratch, the further away he gets!"
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I use to wonder how I could get sway with unaliving the father of my 3 kids, it was just a fantasy though.
He should have stayed a bachelor, not a husband or father.
Mama warned me when she was sitting on the sofa and looked in time to see my black garbage bag full of my clothes fall down from upstairs window." Marie, your jumping from frying pan into the fire ". Boy was that an understatement if there ever was one!

My friends called us " Beauty and the Beast, later on I referred to him as SOS aka son of Satan.
 
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