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Post #83119 by Tiki Brad on Fri, Mar 26, 2004 6:05 PM

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Those are both great explanations of the "Tiki Philosophy". Kudos to Bigbro and Cyber!

Now lets put it into a realistic day to day experience:

The alarm clock goes off at 6:00 AM. You quickly shut it off with a sharp blow of the hammer you have conveniently situated on your nightstand. You get up, trip over the clothes that you left on the floor the night before, only to realize that you are now lying face down on the ground cursing at said clothes as if they had wandered into the middle of the room all on their own. Soon, while doing your morning routine, you come to find that you are severely late for work (for the fourth time this week). You jump into your car, throw that sucker in drive and get on the freeway only to find that you have now just arrived in the largest parking lot in existence.....EVER. You get to work late (for the fourth time this week), and your supervisor makes sure you are very aware of this fact. He also makes sure that everyone within 300 yards of you is also aware of this fact. You spill your coffee...on yourself....and yes... it is HOT! You are late on whatever it is that you were supposed to have done. Again, your boss explains this to you at ear exploding high levels of screaming. You barely make it to 5:00 PM. It's time to go home. You get in the car; throw her in drive and BANG..... same parking lot as before. You finally get home an hour and a half later (by the way, work is 5 miles from home) and arrive to an extremely aggravated spouse that is complaining about something that has something to do with clothes in the middle of the bedroom floor. You then go to your bar and mix up a Headhunter, Suffering Bastard...whatever your fancy....in one of your nifty little tiki mugs. You take a sip and say, "Boy...that's good". Then you go over to the Crosley Hi Fi record changer and load that baby with Baxter, Lyman, Denny, Sumac, and maybe some Esquivel just to spice things up. Then you turn the lights down low, sit down in your favorite chair with your legs up, take a few more sips of your concoction and say to yourself, "Boy, today was a good day"