Sounds like a perfect plan Duneahh !!
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HOnK! If you've been married to Greg France
Some of you may know that Greg's nephew, Michael France, is an acclaimed film screenwriter.
Some of the movies that Michael wrote the screenplays for include:
Cliffhanger, James Bond ~ Golden Eye, and the popular comic book films: The Hulk, The Punisher, and Fantastic Four.
Mike's newest project is:
"HOnK!
if you've been married to Greg France!"
Mike requests that Greg's community of friends contribute and be a part of this quest by writing/sharing funny (or otherwise, if you must) memories, stories, tributes, lessons, experiences, etc.
Despite the exceptional title... this is NOT limited to spousal stories in the traditional/classic sense. From Roget's Thesaurus 'Marriage' includes: the show marries poetry with art: join, unite, combine, fuse, mix, blend, merge, amalgamate, link, connect, couple, knit, yoke. ANTONYMS separate.
In the same spirit of FUN, we'll also be starting a Gregory Thomas France facebook page ... but
let's get the laughter rolling HERE, on SoWal.com, because this is the place Greg called home (also The Enchanted Forest), loved so much he spent nearly half his life here, and engaged in a great many of his most famous (and infamous) deeds.
Make 'em GREAT, because when this hits the Stage and Hollywood, YOU could all be STARS!!
For Epic tales (like Bobbie Sue) everybody who was 'there' has a memory or impression and must certainly chime in
For those of us who know friends who are not on SoWal.com OR Facebook, OR [Gasp!] techno adverse or challenged... please spread the word!
Stories written on scraps of paper, soggy cocktail napkins, or scrap wood are happily welcomed!!
Some of you may know that Greg's nephew, Michael France, is an acclaimed film screenwriter.
Some of the movies that Michael wrote the screenplays for include:
Cliffhanger, James Bond ~ Golden Eye, and the popular comic book films: The Hulk, The Punisher, and Fantastic Four.
Mike's newest project is:
"HOnK!
if you've been married to Greg France!"
Mike requests that Greg's community of friends contribute and be a part of this quest by writing/sharing funny (or otherwise, if you must) memories, stories, tributes, lessons, experiences, etc.
Despite the exceptional title... this is NOT limited to spousal stories in the traditional/classic sense. From Roget's Thesaurus 'Marriage' includes: the show marries poetry with art: join, unite, combine, fuse, mix, blend, merge, amalgamate, link, connect, couple, knit, yoke. ANTONYMS separate.
In the same spirit of FUN, we'll also be starting a Gregory Thomas France facebook page ... but
let's get the laughter rolling HERE, on SoWal.com, because this is the place Greg called home (also The Enchanted Forest), loved so much he spent nearly half his life here, and engaged in a great many of his most famous (and infamous) deeds.
Make 'em GREAT, because when this hits the Stage and Hollywood, YOU could all be STARS!!
For Epic tales (like Bobbie Sue) everybody who was 'there' has a memory or impression and must certainly chime in
For those of us who know friends who are not on SoWal.com OR Facebook, OR [Gasp!] techno adverse or challenged... please spread the word!
Stories written on scraps of paper, soggy cocktail napkins, or scrap wood are happily welcomed!!
We can start with stories that involve animal adventures, (not the Mossy Head type).
Greg and Company on a drunk run to drop off a pig at a slaughter house somewhere I can't remember (I wasn't driving). Crazy K fed it it's last meal of a taco. We proceed on to find another pig to fatten up. We end up at a Hurricane Opal destroyed farm with a very tall creepy man with long arms wearing overalls on a tractor. We crawled over downed rooves and trees, dodged all kinds of loose roaming farm animals, visited a deformed pig with one ear, whose name was Dwight (he wasn't for sale, he was the farmer's friend). Turned out the farmer was "sweet" and took a liken' to Crazy's ex Scott Free.
Why we decided to become pig farmers escapes me now, but there is NO telling with Greg France and the adventures spawned from him.
Next adventure: Goats
Greg and Company on a drunk run to drop off a pig at a slaughter house somewhere I can't remember (I wasn't driving). Crazy K fed it it's last meal of a taco. We proceed on to find another pig to fatten up. We end up at a Hurricane Opal destroyed farm with a very tall creepy man with long arms wearing overalls on a tractor. We crawled over downed rooves and trees, dodged all kinds of loose roaming farm animals, visited a deformed pig with one ear, whose name was Dwight (he wasn't for sale, he was the farmer's friend). Turned out the farmer was "sweet" and took a liken' to Crazy's ex Scott Free.
Why we decided to become pig farmers escapes me now, but there is NO telling with Greg France and the adventures spawned from him.
Next adventure: Goats
Oh, how I remember the PIG run. AND the goats. AND when Greg almost cut his hand off trying to chop down a Christmas tree. I do believe he had just a few Busch beers before tackling the chain saw!
A few Busch beers before he fell with a RUNNING chainsaw.!! Thank God he did not lose a limb or worse, he did break his arm.
Me and Crazy K had to manhandle the pine tree to the top of an SUV and tie it down. Should have seen the looks we got from oncoming traffic. Apparantly, the tree was tied at the trunk and not well at the top (probably Crazy's end) and the tree was almost standing straight up. We did not know this until we heard the FLUNK when we stopped.
And, Seagrovegirl....you & I were sober which was a good thing.
SGG and Cr-z-K:
This is FUNN stuff Gulls! Need More Details please!!!
1) Loving the Pig Run story & the gangly armed 'sweet' farmer and his 'friend' Dwight Pigg!
A. Did this farm happen to be in Mossy Head?!?
B. Were the slaughter pig & CraZyK nestled up in the backseat of a pig-pink buick w/ rear fins... and it just seemed like a good time for a Taco Bell drive-thru? Did the slaughter pig specifically order a BEEF taco for it's last meal?
C. Knowing Greg he'd probably "Done the Math" and calculated that there were fortunes to be made, saved, or just good Q in pig farming... ?
2) Why in the world was Greg RUNNING with a chainsaw??
Was it an oklahoma-land-race for the very best & biggest tree?
By any chance was this an unauthorized/unsanctioned guerilla attack on unsuspecting (govt 'owned') flora?
3) Anytime 'just a few Busch beers' are associated with GTF, leads me to the probability of a pre-noon excursion?
This is FUNN stuff Gulls!
Need More Details please!!! 1) Loving the Pig Run story & the gangly armed 'sweet' farmer and his 'friend' Dwight Pigg!
A. Did this farm happen to be in Mossy Head?!?
B. Were the slaughter pig & CraZyK nestled up in the backseat of a pig-pink buick w/ rear fins... and it just seemed like a good time for a Taco Bell drive-thru? Did the slaughter pig specifically order a BEEF taco for it's last meal?
C. Knowing Greg he'd probably "Done the Math" and calculated that there were fortunes to be made, saved, or just good Q in pig farming... ?
2) Why in the world was Greg RUNNING with a chainsaw??
Was it an oklahoma-land-race for the very best & biggest tree?
By any chance was this an unauthorized/unsanctioned guerilla attack on unsuspecting (govt 'owned') flora?
3) Anytime 'just a few Busch beers' are associated with GTF, leads me to the probability of a pre-noon excursion?
Rattlesnake
Continuing w/ the creature theme:
This must have been an afternoon in Spring 2002; 'cuz Joey and I were living in the Daughettes, and Greg and I were in negotiations to become business partners. Those 'negotiations' (or as Greg would say: "I'm here for my daily grilling") always took place at my bar; and 'detente' was typically reached at the bottom of a bottle of vodka.
On this particular day, next-door neighbor Nancy came breathlessly pounding at the front door: "Joey, Joey! Come Quick and bring a shovel! Stu and a giant rattlesnake are facing off in our driveway!!"
Joey and I scatter in different directions in search of armament. Greg calmly picks up his lowball glass full of vodka (on the rocks) and saunters next door. By the time Joey and I skid in at Stu & Nancy's, armed w/ shovels and hoes...
Greg has the rattlesnake in a chokehold behind it's head. It's flailing and he's sipping vodka. He's holding this sucker up and it's damn near as tall as Greg (a debatable point... somewhere between 5'8"-5'10"). While the rest of us are clamouring about how best to 'off' the rattler... Greg ambles over to his pickup and asks me to open the driver side door for him. He says "I'm taking this big boy down to the state forest and drop 'im off home. No need to kill 'im... he just got a little lost."
Off he weaves holding the snake out the window in his left hand, nearly full glass of vodka in his right hand, 'steering' with his knees. In just a few minutes Greg returns, sans rattlesnake.
"How did it go Greg?"
To which he replied "Pour me another glass of vodka, will you Donna? That sucker was PISSED by the time we got to the forest and I spilled my whole fckng drink!"
It was 'Clinks to the Rattlesnake'... that day and many more!
Continuing w/ the creature theme:
This must have been an afternoon in Spring 2002; 'cuz Joey and I were living in the Daughettes, and Greg and I were in negotiations to become business partners. Those 'negotiations' (or as Greg would say: "I'm here for my daily grilling") always took place at my bar; and 'detente' was typically reached at the bottom of a bottle of vodka.
On this particular day, next-door neighbor Nancy came breathlessly pounding at the front door: "Joey, Joey! Come Quick and bring a shovel! Stu and a giant rattlesnake are facing off in our driveway!!"
Joey and I scatter in different directions in search of armament. Greg calmly picks up his lowball glass full of vodka (on the rocks) and saunters next door. By the time Joey and I skid in at Stu & Nancy's, armed w/ shovels and hoes...
Greg has the rattlesnake in a chokehold behind it's head. It's flailing and he's sipping vodka. He's holding this sucker up and it's damn near as tall as Greg (a debatable point... somewhere between 5'8"-5'10"). While the rest of us are clamouring about how best to 'off' the rattler... Greg ambles over to his pickup and asks me to open the driver side door for him. He says "I'm taking this big boy down to the state forest and drop 'im off home. No need to kill 'im... he just got a little lost."
Off he weaves holding the snake out the window in his left hand, nearly full glass of vodka in his right hand, 'steering' with his knees. In just a few minutes Greg returns, sans rattlesnake.
"How did it go Greg?"
To which he replied "Pour me another glass of vodka, will you Donna? That sucker was PISSED by the time we got to the forest and I spilled my whole fckng drink!"
It was 'Clinks to the Rattlesnake'... that day and many more!
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For that adventure anyway.....:roll:
SGG and Cr-z-K:
This is FUNN stuff Gulls!
1) Loving the Pig Run story & the gangly armed 'sweet' farmer and his 'friend' Dwight Pigg!
A. Did this farm happen to be in Mossy Head?!?
Somewhere North of here, near Alabama, maybe in Alabama, maybe in Kansas, like I said, I wasn't driving. Capt. DonnaBiotch did not have the wheel. Oh my, that reminds me of another adventure.
B. Were the slaughter pig & CraZyK nestled up in the backseat of a pig-pink buick w/ rear fins... and it just seemed like a good time for a Taco Bell drive-thru? Did the slaughter pig specifically order a BEEF taco for it's last meal?
We were following the pig. It was in a trailer ahead of us being driven by an all out Redneck Wack-a-do that Crazy employed. Scott Free was driving and following the herd, so to speak. I have no idea where the taco bell came from, like I said, I wasn't driving. Piggy had to take it Crazy's way, since she found it in the back seat I think.
C. Knowing Greg he'd probably "Done the Math" and calculated that there were fortunes to be made, saved, or just good Q in pig farming... ?
The Redneck Wack-a-do got Greg and Company fired up the previous evening after many libations (yes, Greg used hang til the wee hours) Heck, why not? We're talking bacon here.
2) Why in the world was Greg RUNNING with a chainsaw??
Was it an oklahoma-land-race for the very best & biggest tree?
By any chance was this an unauthorized/unsanctioned guerilla attack on unsuspecting (govt 'owned') flora?
Greg was not running, the chainsaw was......trees don't run, even in a Busch induced intoxication. State flora was involved on 395 S before the major St. Joe clear cutting. We didn't think they would miss one
3) Anytime 'just a few Busch beers' are associated with GTF, leads me to the probability of a pre-noon excursion?
Probaly noon to early afternoon. We got a late start since Crazy had to put make up on.
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