Article - Rat Tales

[MJZiggy]

It's a special edition of Rat Tales this time!!

Last October, some of the members of the PackerRats forum, the RatChat, gathered in Green Bay for the first time to see the Packers take on the Bears. While the outcome of the game was less than we’d hoped for, we were thrilled to be meeting one another for the first time. These are our stories.

READ THE STORIES HERE!

[the_idle_threat]

These are great! Thanks for sharing guys and gals!

[Partial]

Good times. The Tarlam story cracked me up!!!!

[BallHawk]

Zig's writing style strangely resembles that of an erotic novel.

[MJZiggy]

Hmmmm...what kind of cash do erotic novelists make???

Come to think of it, I do a lot of writing for work...

[Deputy Nutz]

We were at our third bar of the night when Skin started puking all over this girl's shoes. I moved him towards a generator and he began to puke on that. He took a taxi back to the motel at 11:00pm. I felt sorry for him.

We began drinking at 5:00, we mixed drinks in two ice buckets. I think it might have pushed him over the edge.

Meeting Tarlam was fun. He bought a bunch of drinks, nice guy. Even made me try his lobster.

Harvey kept trying to set me up with some hot asian action. I had to tell him I was married, I don't think he believed me.

I introduced the guys to hot asian lesbian action, they enjoyed themselves.

During the game I pounded the table sending cups and Harvey's chew spit a flying

after the game I introduced Harvey, Superfan, and Skin to hot indegeneous boobies.

I am a nice guy.

[BallHawk]

Hmmmm...what kind of cash do erotic novelists make???

Come to think of it, I do a lot of writing for work...

If you made a Packer-themed novel you'd make a boatload of money.

I'll get you started....

"It was late at night at the Green Bay YMCA. I'd say it was 10:00, maybe 10:15. The place was empty, down the hallway I say a janitor moping the tile floor, but he was the only lifeform to be found. I walked pass the basketball courts, the yoga room, and I was about to walk past the gym when out of the corner of my eye I saw a man. He had the hair of a silver fox and the biceps of a bodybuilder. He looked up and smiled at me. I smiled back. He ever so slightly nodded his head as if to lead me towards him. I slowly proceeded to the gym and put my purse down on the table. The man identified himself "My name is Ted." It then occurred to me that this was Ted Thompson, the all-mighty manager of the Green Bay Packers. "Excuse me ma'am, but I've been working out all-night. I've gotta keep my biceps in shape, considering all of the papers I sign. Free Agency keeps me busy. May I take my shirt off?" I slowly nodded, awe-struck in his greatness. His shirt came off oh so slowly. His flesh was the color of rusted steel, his eyes like boulders. He slowly walked towards me and caressed his hands around my waist. I was scared and anxious at first, but his eyes reassured me that he'd treat me right.

A few hours and 4 glasses of Merlot later I was lying on a couch in his living room. His mother had already gone to bed and we had the house to ourselves. He slowly sat down besides me and placed his hand on my cheek "You ever been with the general manager of an NFL team before?" "No" I answered, my voice soft and gentle. "I was almost with Mike Sherman but he fell asleep half-way through." He responded slyly "Don't worry, baby, it's happened to all of us." He grabbed my hand and lead me to his bedroom. The night was young, but it was only the beginning."

I'll let you take it from there, Zig.

[SkinBasket]

We were at our third bar of the night when Skin started puking all over this girl's shoes. I moved him towards a generator and he began to puke on that. He took a taxi back to the motel at 11:00pm. I felt sorry for him.

I never even saw that girl. Or her shoes. I remember the generator because it stopped me from falling over and comforted me as I tried to wave down a cab. That generator was nice. If it had arms, I think it would have held my hair while I wasted all those fine drinks Tarlam bought. I also remember my cab driver had a mullet and made fun of the place we were staying. That made me feel right at home.

[Scott Campbell]

Great story. Great thread. Wish I was there.

[twoseven]

Madtown looked more like a tourist than a gangster?

[MJZiggy]

His flesh was the color of rusted steel

Doesn't it have to have some semblance of possibility to it?

[MadtownPacker]

We were at our third bar of the night when Skin started puking all over this girl's shoes. I moved him towards a generator and he began to puke on that. He took a taxi back to the motel at 11:00pm. I felt sorry for him.

I never even saw that girl. Or her shoes. I remember the generator because it stopped me from falling over and comforted me as I tried to wave down a cab. That generator was nice. If it had arms, I think it would have held my hair while I wasted all those fine drinks Tarlam bought. I also remember my cab driver had a mullet and made fun of the place we were staying. That made me feel right at home.

I thought I told him to go puke in private? It's like if he was trying to fertilize the flower pots at the Stadium View with his foul discharge.

[MadtownPacker]

Madtown looked more like a tourist than a gangster?

Yep.

Surprisingly, Partial looked more like a nerd then a geek.

[SkinBasket]

I thought I told him to go puke in private? It's like if he was trying to fertilize the flower pots at the Stadium View with his foul discharge.

No. You were in the middle of telling me how I needed to stay out later when I painted that shoe the color gimlet. You changed your tune after that.

[BallHawk]

His flesh was the color of rusted steel

Doesn't it have to have some semblance of possibility to it?

No.