Announcing... RiffMasters!

LiveeviL2000 said:
We had a company picnic. We held it in the parking lot. So we had BBQ catering. Beer truck. Huge tent. Dance floor. DJ. Ice cream truck. And games like Cornhole, Can-Jam, ladderball, and of course … pickleball.

I was asked to play pickleball, so I said yes.
As we were playing, the ball was hit my way and I took one step back. I stepped into a shallow pothole and instead of just falling on the spot. I tried to maintain balance. Before I knew it my feet kept going to try and keep me upright. And I was going faster and faster until it felt like my legs were sprinting. I swear I could hear the wind in my ears!
Anyway…
I must have ran stumbling like a keystone cop a good 20’ before I finally lost balance completely then tumbled and rolled.
When I got up I felt like I was tossed out of a moving car. I didn’t realize I was bleeding like a stuck pig until I got back to the net.
I now have a really sore gashed right thumb.
Scrapes from my left forearm to my left shoulder.
My knee is jacked up.
My neck, back, shoulders and left side of my chest hurt.
How does one hurt the left pectoral muscle???

pickleball is no joke, it gets rough out there.
Note to self.
Wear full football pads next time.
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Did the beer truck have any effect on the outcome?
 
Ku² said:
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Spaghetti Freddi

Spaghetti Western
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SPAGHETTI FREDDI

Ridin' through ol' Cheyenne Land,
Spittin' out the flyin' sand,
Arrows screaming by his head,
Oh dear God,
how he's, not, dead. (Freddiiiii)

Ridin' just as fast as he can,
Racin' 'cross this open land,
When he hears that supper bell,
If he's late, there will, be, Hell.

Spaghetti Freddi,
Spaghetti Freddi,
Spaghetti Freddi,
Ne'er get 'tween he
and his spaghetti

Pocket full o' nickels now,
Nothin's gonna slow him down,
S'ghetti, fish, I-talian bread,
And beer f'r a nickel, what, a, spread.

Spaghetti Freddi once killed a man,
Handful o' s'ghetti in his hand.
That man's name was Confetti Joe,
Confetti Joe now is, no, mo',

Confetti crossed Spaghetti while
He sat there at his s'ghetti pile,
Spaghetti Freddi drew at his head,
Confetti Joe, BANG, now, he's, dead.

Spaghetti Freddi,
Spaghetti Freddi,
Spaghetti Freddi,
No one will mess with
Spaghetti Freddi any more,
Spaghetti Freddi,
Ne'er get 'tween he and his,
Spaghetti Freddi,
No one will mess with
Spaghetti Freddi any more.
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It's saying "restricted private"
Must set to private ?
 
Spaghetti Freddi

SPAGHETTI FREDDI

Ridin' through ol' Cheyenne Land,
Spittin' out the flyin' sand,
Arrows screaming by his head,
Oh dear God,
how he's, not, dead. (Freddiiiii)

Ridin' just as fast as he can,
Racin' 'cross this open land,
When he hears that supper bell,
If he's late, there will, be, Hell.

Spaghetti Freddi,
Spaghetti Freddi,
Spaghetti Freddi,
Ne'er get 'tween he
and his spaghetti

Pocket full o' nickels now,
Nothin's gonna slow him down,
S'ghetti, fish, I-talian bread,
And beer f'r a nickel, what, a, spread.

Spaghetti Freddi once killed a man,
Handful o' s'ghetti in his hand.
That man's name was Confetti Joe,
Confetti Joe now is, no, mo',

Confetti crossed Spaghetti while
He sat there at his s'ghetti pile,
Spaghetti Freddi drew at his head,
Confetti Joe, BANG, now, he's, dead.

Spaghetti Freddi,
Spaghetti Freddi,
Spaghetti Freddi,
No one will mess with
Spaghetti Freddi any more,
Spaghetti Freddi,
Ne'er get 'tween he and his,
Spaghetti Freddi,
No one will mess with
Spaghetti Freddi any more.
 
Ku² said:
Spaghetti Freddi

SPAGHETTI FREDDI

Ridin' through ol' Cheyenne Land,
Spittin' out the flyin' sand,
Arrows screaming by his head,
Oh dear God,
how he's, not, dead. (Freddiiiii)

Ridin' just as fast as he can,
Racin' 'cross this open land,
When he hears that supper bell,
If he's late, there will, be, Hell.

Spaghetti Freddi,
Spaghetti Freddi,
Spaghetti Freddi,
Ne'er get 'tween he
and his spaghetti

Pocket full o' nickels now,
Nothin's gonna slow him down,
S'ghetti, fish, I-talian bread,
And beer f'r a nickel, what, a, spread.

Spaghetti Freddi once killed a man,
Handful o' s'ghetti in his hand.
That man's name was Confetti Joe,
Confetti Joe now is, no, mo',

Confetti crossed Spaghetti while
He sat there at his s'ghetti pile,
Spaghetti Freddi drew at his head,
Confetti Joe, BANG, now, he's, dead.

Spaghetti Freddi,
Spaghetti Freddi,
Spaghetti Freddi,
No one will mess with
Spaghetti Freddi any more,
Spaghetti Freddi,
Ne'er get 'tween he and his,
Spaghetti Freddi,
No one will mess with
Spaghetti Freddi any more.
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It would take me a month to put that video together not to mention music and lyrics. Well done, impressive video skilz.
 
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I have zero video creation skills too. The program I'm using is SUPER USER FRIENDLY. WONDERSHARE FILMORA. The stills were done on Photoshop, which I do have skills on, since I've been using it since the 90s. Other than that, some things just came together. Thank you!!!
 
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Ku² said:
Spaghetti Freddi

SPAGHETTI FREDDI

Ridin' through ol' Cheyenne Land,
Spittin' out the flyin' sand,
Arrows screaming by his head,
Oh dear God,
how he's, not, dead. (Freddiiiii)

Ridin' just as fast as he can,
Racin' 'cross this open land,
When he hears that supper bell,
If he's late, there will, be, Hell.

Spaghetti Freddi,
Spaghetti Freddi,
Spaghetti Freddi,
Ne'er get 'tween he
and his spaghetti

Pocket full o' nickels now,
Nothin's gonna slow him down,
S'ghetti, fish, I-talian bread,
And beer f'r a nickel, what, a, spread.

Spaghetti Freddi once killed a man,
Handful o' s'ghetti in his hand.
That man's name was Confetti Joe,
Confetti Joe now is, no, mo',

Confetti crossed Spaghetti while
He sat there at his s'ghetti pile,
Spaghetti Freddi drew at his head,
Confetti Joe, BANG, now, he's, dead.

Spaghetti Freddi,
Spaghetti Freddi,
Spaghetti Freddi,
No one will mess with
Spaghetti Freddi any more,
Spaghetti Freddi,
Ne'er get 'tween he and his,
Spaghetti Freddi,
No one will mess with
Spaghetti Freddi any more.
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And THIS is why he owns the penthouse!

That’s crazy good!
 
Aynirar27 said:
Ya get workman’s comp for that?
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Workman’s comp?!?!?
You mistake me for a modern day snowflake. I was constructed in 1967. I grew up in the 70s. My playgrounds were made of huge structures of steel. Slides made of glorious shining metal. In the summer the sun made that slide reach temperatures of 7000 kelvin when you slid down them in 70s Jean shorts.
Jungle gyms were massive structures that dangled children over dirt and gravel like some medieval twisted tree of woe.
Missing skin, bloody cuts, sprains were the order of the day, those were the cover charge for the fun to be had. You just rubbed some dirt on it and kept going! The scars you gained were the badges and reminders of your courageous deeds.

And don’t get me started on our home made playgrounds. Rusted out abandoned cars, climbing trees, and just generally running in the streets like a pack of wild animals.

Now I ask you, workman’s comp for pickleball?!?
PICKLEBALL!?!??!!!
 
LiveeviL2000 said:
Workman’s comp?!?!?
You mistake me for a modern day snowflake. I was constructed in 1967. I grew up in the 70s. My playgrounds were made of huge structures of steel. Slides made of glorious shining metal. In the summer the sun made that slide reach temperatures of 7000 kelvin when you slid down them in 70s Jean shorts.
Jungle gyms were massive structures that dangled children over dirt and gravel like some medieval twisted tree of woe.
Missing skin, bloody cuts, sprains were the order of the day, those were the cover charge for the fun to be had. You just rubbed some dirt on it and kept going! The scars you gained were the badges and reminders of your courageous deeds.

And don’t get me started on our home made playgrounds. Rusted out abandoned cars, climbing trees, and just generally running in the streets like a pack of wild animals.

Now I ask you, workman’s comp for pickleball?!?
PICKLEBALL!?!??!!!
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https://imgur.com/a/iyt7s42
 
@Ku² tells the epic tale of S'getti Freddy, the fastest fork in the west!
I love the whistling theme, the chorus of voices and of course, the lyrics and storytelling. For the, video racing across the open plains, all that.... but my favorite part is when S'getti shoots Confetti dead, then calmly finishes his beer before leaving the saloon.
LOL!!! That's a real man!
4 points, +1 for triangle bangin' (very musical), gunshot SFX, and +1 edit =6 points for top score once again.
For a fellow who claims to have been anti-tech at the start of RiffMasters , you are gaining major skillz bro!

Moving back to my tent in the park with all the druggies wandering around..
 
TVvoodoo said:
@Ku² tells the epic tale of S'getti Freddy, the fastest fork in the west!
I love the whistling theme, the chorus of voices and of course, the lyrics and storytelling. For the, video racing across the open plains, all that.... but my favorite part is when S'getti shoots Confetti dead, then calmly finishes his beer before leaving the saloon.
LOL!!! That's a real man!
4 points, +1 for triangle bangin' (very musical), gunshot SFX, and +1 edit =6 points for top score once again.
For a fellow who claims to have been anti-tech at the start of RiffMasters , you are gaining major skillz bro!

Moving back to my tent in the park with all the druggies wandering around..
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HEY!!!
I don’t wander!
 
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