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Post by desertgeek on Jul 26, 2012 23:56:02 GMT -6
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Post by slamjack on Jul 27, 2012 1:06:44 GMT -6
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Post by Auntie Cheesus on Jul 27, 2012 10:11:06 GMT -6
My funny Iron Sheik story:
Back when he used the name Ali Vaziri, he rotated into our merry band of miscreants for about 3 months. On our loop which had us in Reno, Ali saw the posters for the camel races in Virginia City and wanted to go. The races were only on weekends, and we were in Reno mid-week. Still, he insisted... so on our off day, my dad came up and drove Ali, Pat and myself from Reno to Virginia City.
When we got up there, a couple of guys were making extra money by offering up camel rides for $5. My dad and Pat looked at each other, turned back to the guy with the camel and offered him $50 if he'd let our friend ride the camel in the corral without the lead rope for a couple of laps.
He agreed. Ali got up on the camel and got him trotting around. After the first lap, the camel decided he'd had about enough of this nonsense, ran to the water trough and stopped short, pitching Ali out of the saddle and straight into the trough.
There is nothing on the planet madder than a wet Sheik.
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