We used to tie grasshoppers to bottle rockets and blast 'em off. We played baseball with a toad too...but that's another story...
We used to tie grasshoppers to bottle rockets and blast 'em off. We played baseball with a toad too...but that's another story...
Nah, not baseball - golf.
I will credit Jeff Foxworthy but I heard or read this somewhere I do not remember:
The last words of a redneck:
"Hold my beer and watch this!"
I think the story above qualifies....
-KC
I think your right!
I will credit Jeff Foxworthy but I heard or read this somewhere I do not remember:
The last words of a redneck:
"Hold my beer and watch this!"
I think the story above qualifies....
-KC
Yeah--but it was so much fun...'till we ran out of toads.
Yep, it's an old one, (2006, I believe) but bears mentioning again. I wonder if that guy has ever managed to live it down.
You ran out of toads? Small wonder.
Poor little guys...
Summer of 72 in Ensenada Mexico, one of Mom's Uncles had retired there. Some college kids were renting two cabanas about 50 yards from the house. They started buying these large bottle rockets (business end ablut the same diameter as a half dollar) and having a war between the cabanas!
Using pipe, paper towel tubes and anything else you can imagine they spent evey afternoon and evening shooting at each other. There were no major injuries (some flash burns) and no windows left in the cabanas.
Yes these were the exploding bottle rockets!
We set on the porch and laughed our asses off at the foolishness.
That's great
Reminds me of a story one of my friends told me about camping out one year and having a bottle rocket war with another campsite
My senior year in high school, my buddies and I thot flushing M-80's and cherry bombs down the men's room toilets would be a great prank.
With military precision and synchronized watches, we waited until the lunch hour, lit the fuses and flushed simultaneously in all the school bathrooms.
The resultant explosions ruptured the sewer lines causing evil smelling water to begin oozing out of the ground. We, of course, stood around innocently watching work crews repair the damaged lines.
A search for the guilty parties ensued, but we were never caught and graduated successfully. What a glorious end to four years of tedium and boredom.
Hi, Greek. Thanks for joining. We want details...
Hi SweetWitch!
I don't have too many details. All I know is a bunch of guys were sitting around a campfile indulging in a few "adult" beverages and playing with fireworks. One of the rockets misfired and headed over towards another campsite with people doing pretty much the same activities. Things escalated until they eventually had thier own "Shock and awe" thing going
Damn, I'm sorry I missed that one.
