"Never pet a burning dog"
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I am addicted to brake fluid...don't worry I can STOP at anytime!
"Life Member NRA"
I am addicted to brake fluid...don't worry I can STOP at anytime!
As a kid I remember having Neiborhood rock fights.
We would throw rocks at each other until someone got hit real bad.
That would end the festivities for the day.
But the next day we would be at it again ...
Absolutely no one wore helmets or elbow/knee pads riding bikes or skateboards.
I didn't even wear a helmet riding my motorcycles.
BB Gun battles wearing heavy jackets and back then nobody knew what safety glasses were……Somehow we lived even after we discovered the joys of gun powder…….
Paperclips broken in half and rubberbands to shoot them with. And rocks of course. Rotten tomatoes and acorns were a couple of other ammo sources at different times.
I lost a front tooth during a rock fight. Told my mom it was a basketball. Sitting in the dentist chair, the dentist cried BS. He pulled what was left of the tooth, never did replace it. Don't have many teeth left. Don't care much for dentist. Figured if one hurt just yank it. When they are all gone I'd get me some of the fake ones, not the wood one's like George Washington but the tupperware ones like a Glock.
In Memory of Paul "Dietrich" Stines.
Dad: Say something nice to your cousin Shirley
Dietrich: For a fat girl you sure don't sweat much.
Cue sound of Head slap.
RIP Muggsy & TMan
"If you are a warrior legally authorized to carry a weapon and you step outside without that weapon, then you become a sheep, pretending that JOCKO will not come today."
We used to play GLADIATOR where we would ride our bikes at each other and have wooden "spears" to jam in opponents spokes to flip them off the bike.
As a back up, we carried our slingshots and a pocket full of what we called "ADAM PEARLS". When the ADAM PEARL hit, it exploded on impact. They were about the size of a marble.
"Life Member NRA"
I am addicted to brake fluid...don't worry I can STOP at anytime!
Amateurs…..
We used to have Cherry Bomb & M-80 fights (with the genuine ones, not the weak & lame later versions).
It is no mystery to me what caused the onset of my tinnitus in junior high.
A man can never have too much red wine, too many books, or too much ammunition
-Rudyard Kipling
Our favorite thing was to play Evel Knievel on our bicycles. We had a good hill in our back yard to pick up speed. Set up a ramp with the biggest piece of plywood you could find then see how many of your friends that you could jump. All this in shorts and no shirt or helmet. Crashes and scars were badges of honor. The last friend being jumped that had a tire mark on him received honorable mention. My cousin broke his femur and ended up in traction at the hospital for 3 weeks then a cast for 6 weeks. Dummy didn’t know how to build a proper ramp.
The only thing better than having all the guns and ammo you'd ever need would be being able to shoot it all off the back porch.
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