knot or wally in da U.P. ?

[draboo]

glancing at our local paper this morn while walking fatdog,and was pondering a pic on the front page of a bar scene back in 1978. one of the faces seemed strangely farmiliar. as fatdog was doin`a #2 it hit me like a ton o`s**t!! THATS OUR KNOT SITTING THERE!!...after repondering the pic,it occured to me,"hmmm,could be a wally cox double..."

so i ve decided to ask all the sharp minds at TECHIMO for their opinions:

IS IT WALLY OR (K)NOT?? OR...?

also take note that there are TWO women having a shot downing contest next to him,no doubt paid for by ...?

[Martoch]

Wow, good call drab!


I made it a little easier to compare...

[SPEEDO]

It could be if he's joined the hair club for men...............

Knot is better looking, stronger, younger, tighter, suave(r), and kewler than the dude at the bar.

The bar dude may be taller, though.

[Knothead]

now if I ever saw a "call out" in my life...LMAO!!!

Dear Brad,
Good eye! You have identified, not me, but a member of the family whose life is a black stain on an already indigo page...

The legend of Bonehead
Born in 1935 (and again in 1937) to a pair of Irish immigrants who had been lured here by the promise of "streets lined with potatoes", young Bonehead grew up (if such a phrase can be employed here) in a primarily Haitian environment, immersed in a rich culture of voodoo and casual sex. So profound was this influence that he was thereafter known for inciting ad-hoc "Limbo contests" everywhere he went, which proved to be his downfall at the funeral of President Kennedy in 1963.

Sensing that the town had gotten "a little funky, mon", he split up to the Yukon, where it was rumored that he had taken up with a polar bear. This was never verified, of course, but it is true that he reappeared in Upper Michigan, with a large white bear (described as "kind of cute, really. If you go for that sort of thing" by one startled witness).

Btw, the bear became a local Limbo champion.

Bonehead, meanwhile, had escaped to Estonia, pursued by State Dept. diplomats trying to prosecute him under some still-undisclosed provisions of the Mann Act...there, he began his own religion, with himself as its secular head. Not much is known of it, although there exists a grainy 16-mm film of a group of confused and scantily-clad Estonian women singing "We love you Bonehead, Oh yes we do-o-o-o" while trying to maneuver under a stick held 14" above the ground by what appears to a group of equally confused coal miners.

In 1977, Bonehead returned to Yooperland, having heard of the expiration of the Statute of Limitations for the so-called "Limbo incident"...there he retired to a loft above a local tavern with a group of women described as being "...of rather easy virtue".

I suspect the photo you found illustrates this pleasant time.

Nowadays, Bonehead spends his remaining days at his job in a sardine factory, where, just before the lids are pressed onto the tin can, he closes their eyes. He is totally deaf, but for some reason, hasn't noticed it. Visiting him is like visiting a rather large radio, but from all accounts, he is a happy man.

And that's what counts, wooden you say?

[SPEEDO]

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha.............................Excellant ..................

[howste]

ROFLASTC Knot, I'm speechless...

[Brainchild]

LMAO Knot

[draboo]

well i ll be....

hmmm.....maybe start a "BONEHEAD,PRIVATE LIMBO CHAMP OF DA U.P." thread..

...it was your typical Friday afternoon in 1978,me and my cronies tossing back a few sociables at the local watering hole, Agents EH and BEA having a friendly te-kill-ya guzzling contest before we hit the investigative trail for that evening. the mood in the saloon was light and carefree,a sure sign of trouble in the Queen City.
Slim the bartender was backing away from Stella Stronghold,who was ready to fire her drink at him for cutting her off. Slim is no stranger to this sort of senseless violence,especially from ol` Stella. her aim is deader than the look in her eyes,best discribed by the common YOOPER term,
2 pissholes in da snow,eh? (refer to photo,stella on far left)

"STELLA,KNOCK IT OFF,DAMMIT" da bone bellers at the her as she winds up..."slim is judging the limbo contest upstairs at my pad after the saloon closes,and he wont be able to do a good job with a glass embedded in his brain!!"

"THIS`LL HELP HIS JUJ-IN SKILLS,BONE" she shreiks,as the glass streaks like a bullet towards poor slims ear...




(well,wah-cha think?? i m no writer but...)

[Knothead]

HeeHeeHeee...

That was pretty darn good, Brad! Do I detect a Robert Service fan? Or maybe Damon Runyon? I know, I know, arcane references....
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KLONKK!! The sound of the shot glass colliding with the head of Slim reverberated thru the joint, and even ol' Sleepyhead Joe awoke from his midafternoon stupor.

"Somebody answer the phone!!" he yelled, and resumed his inspection of the wood grain of the table he was slumped against.

For his part, Slim accepted the rebuke in a graceful way, being careful not to bleed too much from the head wound incurred from Stella's projectile, as he slumped to the greasy floor.

"STELLA-A-A" screamed Bonehead, who was pleased to see an opportunity to steal a good line from Tennessee Williams.*

"HUH? What? The guy was a jerk. Whattya 'spect, he cut me off, eh? Hey, we need a new Tarbender anyhow!" bellowed the thouroughly drunken Stella, as she made a swipe at Bonehead's privates.

Bonehead, unperturbed, continued to stare into space. I guess he couldn't think of the line after "STELLA-A-A-A!!" ....

Thankfully, the ghastly silence was broken by a sudden arrival.

We could tell it was a sudden arrival by the CRASH through the heavy door of the Ptomaine Ptavern...

*"A Streetcar Named Desire"